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She grinned. “It’s supposed to be something to grab your attention, right?”
“True,” Magnus said, nodding. “Okay. Zack Snyder it is.”
“Do you have any limits?” Alexis asked.
“A few things. Permanent bodily changes is a hard limit for me,” Magnus told her. “I prefer to take care of the people I’m with, to bring pleasure even if it’s in small measures of pain. But I won’t hurt them so much that it leaves scars. Besides the mating mark, of course.”
“Same for me,” Alexis said. She chewed her lip before adding. “I mean, the mate mark you mentioned, that’s different, of course, but outside of that, I make my living with my skincare, and I need to be able to show my skin comfortably.”
“That makes sense to me,” Magnus said. “I think we’re on the same page. Any other limits for you?”
“Nothing I can think of offhand,” Alexis admitted. “Is it weird that I’m excited about this?”
They stopped outside of a back hallway. “Not at all,” Magnus leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. I’m going to talk to Callum about the key.”
He disappeared, leaving Alexis alone in the empty hallway. She shivered, no longer from nerves like earlier but from the anticipation of the promised evening festivities.
Magnus emerged moments later, holding a gold-plated keycard with some kind of intricate-looking runic symbol on the front. “Got it. Callum said to have fun,” he added with a wink.
Alexis grinned and linked her arm back through his, letting him lead them back outside to the row of cabins.
“Let’s go enjoy ourselves,” Magnus whispered in her ear. With her hand entwined in his, they walked together. While she looked forward to the activities ahead, her mind wandered to Carvin. She hoped that he had learned his lesson and that it really was over.
NINETEEN
MAGNUS
Magnus kept an arm around Alexis as they entered a large cabin with soft music pumping through speakers on the walls.
Just inside the foyer was a hostess stand. A woman dressed head to toe in leather stood there to greet them. Her face was obscured by a leather mask, but she smiled when they approached.
“Welcome,” she said, voice soft and lilting. “Please show me your card.”
He pulled out the keycard, flashing it for her, and she gestured toward the long corridor that would deposit them into the main area.
“It’s kind of like a BDSM club here,” he explained to Alexis as they followed the hostess down the corridor. “There’s public and private play areas. This part is public where people can engage with whoever is down for it. The private areas are restricted, only for those with the key to one of the rooms.”
Alexis nodded, eyes darting all around as she took in the sight of people lounging on couches and sitting around tables. Some were drinking, some were talking, and a few were engaged in making out and over-the-clothes groping.
Magnus took her by the hand, squeezing it lightly. “Callum made this a safe space for guests to play around,” he told her. “It helps us get out our animal urges.”
As they walked farther down the corridor, some of the private rooms were open for others to watch, and they peeked inside.
In one room stood a woman in a business suit and a naked man strapped to a table. She slowly inserted a long string of anal beads into him. The man moaned in pleasure as they slipped inside.
The next open room was rigged to look like a jail cell, complete with a man in a guard uniform whipping a woman dressed as a prisoner who was shackled to the bars.
With every flog of the whip, the woman screamed out an insult at her “guard,” ensuring another flogging.
The hostess guided them to a side room partitioned by a curtain, pushing it aside to reveal a large assortment of various kinky toys. Chains and whips were hanging from the walls, along with spreader bars, floggers, and bondage gear.
There were also a couple of chests filled with blindfolds, ball gags, hoods and muzzles, and nipple clamps. A set of clear storage drawers nearby held a clean assortment of toys, from dildos to butt plugs, cock rings, and more.
One shelf on the wall held a range of toy cleaners, and another had various lubricants. There was also a bucket filled with disinfecting solution to drop the toys into when finished.
Alexis wandered around for a moment, looking almost overwhelmed by the assortment.
“Help yourselves to anything you want,” the hostess said. “We only ask that you clean up after yourself when you’re done.”
