We passed through parts of the estate I'd never explored before, deeper into the northern wing. On our way, we encountered other couples heading in different directions. One girl was practically dragging her Reaper toward the nearest door, both of them laughing.
Finally, Julian stopped in front of an ornate door with intricate carvings. He pulled out a key I'd never seen before.
“What exactly is this place?” I asked, peering up and down the hall as he slid the key into the lock. “They didn’t show us this wing on the tour.”
“It’s full of private rooms,” he said, pushing the door open. “For exactly this purpose. Each Reaper has access to one, and this is ours.”
I stepped inside, and my eyes instantly widened.
The room was dimly lit, with recessed lighting that cast a warm amber glow across deep burgundy walls. A massive bed dominated the center of the space, draped in black silk sheets, and the headboard was upholstered in tufted velvet with discreet attachment points built into the frame. Above that, the ceiling was one enormous mirror.
Low leather seating curved along one wall, and a bar cart next to it held crystal decanters and glasses. Along another wall, sleek black cabinets displayed their contents openly. Silk restraints in jewel tones hanging from hooks. Leather cuffs with quick-release mechanisms. Various sizes of plugs, some jeweled, others sleek metal that caught the light. Vibrators of different styles and intensities. Paddles, crops, and whips arranged like art pieces. Blindfolds in various materials. Temperature play items, including what looked like glass wands that could be heated or cooled.
Between the cabinets, mounted on the wall, was a leather bench with adjustable positions, and near that was a standing frame with restraint points at various heights. There was even a sex swing suspended from reinforced ceiling mounts.
“Well,” I said slowly, turning to stare at the cabinets again. “This is not what I was picturing.”
Julian flashed me another wicked smile. “Disappointed?”
“Are you kidding? This is way better than another lecture on which fork to use.” I leaned in to take a closer look at a bejeweled butt plug. “Though I have to say, the Dionysus Club really commits to a theme. Even their sex dungeons are fancy as hell.”
He laughed and crossed to the bar cart, grabbing two bottles of water. “Can't have the Selection girls getting fucked in anything less than luxury, right?”
“God forbid.” I took the water he offered and cracked it open. “So this room is really just for us? All day?”
“Yup. And not just today. From now on, we can come here whenever we want,” he said. “Unless we have prior commitments, of course. Also, everything in here is brand new, in case you were wondering.”
I nodded slowly. “I really wish I’d known about this place sooner,” I murmured, brows rising as I looked at a remote-controlled vibrator with what had to be at least ten different settings.
Julian leaned back against the bar cart, watching me. “Something catch your eye?”
I glanced at him, then back at the display. “I guess you could say I’m a little curious.”
“Yeah?” He stepped closer to me, hands sliding around my waist. “What did you have in mind?”
I twisted my lips with contemplation as my eyes skated over the items again. “Actually… the thing I’m most curious about is what’s onyourmind right now,” I finally said, arching a brow as I turned my head to look up at him.
His grin turned wolfish. “You really want to know?”
“Absolutely.”
He was quiet for a moment, and I watched something shift in his expression. A flicker of heat, maybe a little hesitation. Then he leaned down, his mouth close to my ear.
“Do you remember that night when I was with you in your dorm room?” he asked, voice low. “Back in October.”
I nodded, and he went on.
“I watched you after I left. When you thought you were finally alone.”
Oh god.The hidden camera he'd admitted to placing in my room. I’d forgotten all about that.
“You were so fucking turned on,” he continued, his breath warm against my neck. “And you didn't waste any time, did you? Went straight for that toy of yours.”
His voyeuristic admission scraped something tender in me, a flash of vulnerability, but the spark that followed burned it clean.
“You saw that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Every second of it.” His hands tightened on my waist. “And I've got to tell you, Violet, that was the horniest I've ever been in my entire fucking life. Watching you ride that dildo, hearing those little sounds you made, seeing how badly you needed it...”
