Page 16 of Nun’s Prayer

“Don’t insult me or the club. No, Blue,” Sapphire cut me off. “Don’t make me angry. Book the vacation.”

“Okay.” I held my hands up, grinning. “You win.”

“Good. I am the president. Go on, Blue. Tell me if you need anything.”

I got up and met her gaze. “You’re decent people,” I remarked, and she nodded. A slight smile crossed her lips.

“Don’t spread that around!” Sapphire warned, and I chuckled as I left.

Belladonna was in the rec room, and I headed for her. My skin tingled because Nun’s eyes were on me.

“Hey, Sapphire said to ask you to book me a room with two bedrooms and a smaller one bedroom at the resort,” I opened.

Out of the corner of my eye, Nun sat up. Belladonna shot her a look and focused back on me.

“What?”

“I’m taking my aunt away for a break. Sapphire offered rooms at the resort for us and a second one for my aunt’s carer.”

“Ah,” Belladonna’s shoulders relaxed. “I’ll sort that out. When do you want it for?”

I named the date, and Belladonna nodded and walked away on the phone.

“You’re going on vacation?” Nun questioned, sounding strangely hurt.

“Sapphire suggested it. Kiki hasn’t travelled much. My money goes on paying for her carer,” I answered, then turned back to Cass. “Oh, hey Cass. Sapphire said to take me off the rota for four weeks. I’ve got family business to sort out.”

“No probs, hope you get it sorted,” Cass replied, then headed to the small office where he organised everything.

“A month. You won’t be here that long?” Nun sounded appalled, and I grinned.

“I’ll be home at night,” I murmured, pulling her close.

“You can stay at your aunt’s; that’s fine,” Nun muttered. She was unhappy; I recognised the signs.

“Now imagine if that was permanent. Yeah, you don’t like that, do you, Mistress,” I whispered in her ear.

Nun scowled but licked her lips at the same time.

“Nun! Christ!” Belladonna yelled. “Block your thoughts!”

I chuckled. “Did you go somewhere dirty, babe? Are your panties wet? Do you need to fuck me?” I murmured,

“Get upstairs now,” Nun ordered gutturally. Yeah, I knew what made my woman tick!

Chapter Four.

Priest

Warden had told me about the sex club and got me in. The buy-in was three thousand bucks, so I hoped this place lived up to the hype. After Nun, I needed to get laid, but I wasn’t going to hand myself over to an inexperienced mistress. Warden had recommended The Royal Lounge, and I was taking a chance.

I was impressed. First off, it sat in the middle of nowhere, an old colonial home that had been restored. The damn thing was a mansion. Each window on the upper level held blackout curtains. Most of the ground-floor windows had similar privacy, but a couple shone brightly. Two huge guards stood at the door.

“This is a private party; you need a raffle ticket to enter,” one growled. I yanked my phone and showed them the golden ticket I’d bought. It was a clever idea. Like most states, you couldn’t run a sex club as a commercial business. The moment penetration happened, the club became illegal. But it wasn’t against the law to have sex parties and orgies in a privately owned home—which is what this was registered as. However, the issue remained about how to charge clients.

Any sign of a membership fee made this a commercial enterprise. But a prize draw negated that. The ticket I’d bought tonight offered a luxury holiday at a local ski resort. Naturally, the RHMC owned it. Clever girls. The fees had taken me by surprise, which meant this was highly exclusive.

A single night was three thousand dollars. A week was seven, a month was ten, and an annual membership was one hundred k. There was a lifetime raffle ticket of ten million, and I could only imagine the perks you gained with that. The premise was simple. They drew the raffle monthly, and the winner got the prize. If you happened to have sex while at this private party, then you were simply lucky. Smart indeed.