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Damian snorted. “Is he still going by that ridiculous nickname?”
“Yes.” Braden’s single-syllable response was clipped, piquing Lottie’s interest.
“What ridiculous nickname? I thought it was just because his last name starts with an ‘O’.”
Pulling Lottie even closer, Braden pressed a kiss to her hair. “And as far as you’ll ever know, that’s exactly the reason why.”
“But Damian just said?—”
“Okay, I’m sorry, I have to interrupt.” The words seemed to explode out of Emily, who was in the process of turning roughly the same shade of red as a tomato. “But I am dying to know. Doesn’t that hurt?”
She gestured wildly in Lottie’s direction and Lottie glanced down at the gold chains decorating her nipples. “Not as much as they did when he first put them on. Mostly I’m just really fucking horny. But I think that’s because of the one he put on my clit.”
“On your what?”
“My clit. Wanna see?”
At Damian’s exasperated glare, Braden laughed. “And I believe that’s our cue to go. Emily, Damian, enjoy your evening. We’ll see you around.”
Braden nudged her out of the booth and Lottie smirked up at him as he looped an arm around her waist. “Was it something I said?”
“Not at all, little one. But I have far better things in store for you tonight than corrupting my brother’s fiancé.”
“Oh. Then by all means. Lead the way.”
19
THE WRONG VIRGINITY
BRADEN
He was practically vibrating with excitement by the time he opened the door to the princess room. Even more so when Charlotte gasped and hurried inside, her expression filled with awe as she turned in place to study the spacious space from every angle.
Not that he could blame her. He had, if he did say so himself, outdone himself with this room especially. Every room at BDE had its own carefully selected theme, but this was one of his favorites.
Everything was done in shades of rose and gold, with hints of silver here and there. Floggers with thick leather falls in deep pink with gold handles were hung along the walls. Two armoires filled with dozens of other implements flanked the giant bed along the far wall. The bed itself was piled high with plush blankets and pillows, and the deceptively comfortable-looking headboard was framed with thick drapes in those same shades of pink and gold.
“There are even thrones!” Squealing with delight, Charlotte raced toward the two ‘thrones’ in the middle of the room.
The first one she approached looked more like a traditional throne, with leather that matched the floggers along the wall and metal in a darker, burnished gold. Other than the gaping hole in the middle of the seat, one might confuse it with an actual throne.
“That one isn’t for you, little one,” he said with a chuckle as she ran her hands along the supple leather.
“But it’s so pretty.”
“It is. But that’s a throne for a queen.” Resting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her to the other throne. “This one is for naughty little princesses.”
The second throne was clearly meant to be knelt on instead of sat on, with two knee pads in a pale pink. White metal rose up high, with multiple rings attached to the sides and the top.
He had plans for those rings.
“Oh.” Charlotte’s response was breathless, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Up you go, your highness.”
Taking her hand, he helped her up onto the throne, kneeling with her legs spread slightly and her bottom pushed out enough for him to have access.
“Don’t you look so pretty, your highness, seated on your throne. Waiting for your prince to come… rescue you.”
