After our shortconversation in the atrium, Lothair didn’t mention the bachelor party again. He never told me when it would be, and during the upcoming weeks, every Friday and Saturday night, I expected something unexpected. But nothing happened.
Our newly hired wedding planner didn’t defy our request to keep it simple despite the large number of guests. We had a wedding date, the invitations had been sent to half of the dragon shifter community in Ardaine, and we’d booked a band, a catering company, and an appointment to choose and adjust our tuxedos. Everything was running almost suspiciously smoothly. Lothair wrapped up his latest filming projecton time, I met with a couple of new mentees, and we settled into a cozy routine of domestic bliss with visits from Zach every other weekend.
I’d sublet my apartment, so Zach came to Lothair’s—I was still getting used to calling the mansion my home too. Since Zach felt safe with us, he didn’t come with the driver-bodyguard from Rafaelo and, unusually, he stayed for Sunday morning breakfast. After that, we or someone from Lothair’s staff drove him back to the city.
Of course, as soon as I stopped looking for clues aboutthe surprise party and nearly forgot about it, that was when it happened.
Lothair met me at the downtown Cassidy and Hassel office on a Friday evening. I should have noticed something was up when he instructed the driver to take us to a restaurant instead of home. He muttered something about our cook taking a day off and quickly changed the subject. After a lovely dinner in a small, secluded place I’d never been to before, we got back into the back seat of our car. But as soon as we left the garage, the driver made a wrong turn.
“This will bring us back to the center,” I said, still clueless.
Lothair grinned, rooting in his jacket pocket. “Yep. Put this on, okay?”
A sleep mask dangled from his fingers.
And it dawned on me. “Really?”
“Just play along, for my sake.”
Blindfolded, I got shuttled around town for what felt like an unnecessarily long time. All kinds of scenarios ran through my head, but the first stop was just an evening spa. I received a thorough massage from an older, mighty alpha, sweated in the sauna, took an ice bath, and soaked in a Jacuzzi, and after a few glasses of champagne, we were out. Back in the car, Lothair made me wear the blindfold again.
The spa had mellowed out my body, but in my head, fantasies were running amok. I was maybe a little impatient. “What now? Are we getting a pedicure?”
“Haha. Smartass. If you misbehave, I’ll take you somewhere with ropes and paddles.”
I didn’t want to ruin it for him, so I bit my tongue and endured another endless trip in the dark.
Finally, the car stopped, and Lothair helped me outonto a sidewalk and up some stairs. The change in temperature and ambient sounds meant we were now indoors. It smelled like a bar or maybe a hotel, with zealous AC and a mix of perfumes in the air. We climbed more flights of stairs, and I stumbled a couple of times, but Lothair caught me. Then came what seemed like a long hallway and a few more stairs. Lothair paused, holding my elbow.
“Before I open the door, just listen. Everybody inside has been vetted and has signed an NDA. Kim gave me a protocol, and we followed it religiously. The Cassidy and Hassel staff have checked the location, and we just passed a team of guards who won’t let anyone in. You’re not working tonight, understand?”
“I understand.”
My heart was thumping wildly, and my balls tingled. No, I wouldn’t be thinking about work.
Lothair kissed me lightly on the lips. He removed the blindfold, and when my eyes adjusted, the first thing I saw was his signature cocky smirk.
“I love that I’ve corrupted you,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
I kissed him back then whispered against his lips, “And I’ve made you follow protocol.”
Eyes shining, he laughed out loud. “That you did! Are you ready?”
I hoped so. “Sure.”
Lothair opened the door, which lead to a dimly lit corridor. “This place is all ours for the night, with everything inside it.”
I followed him around a corner and to another door. Sultry, jazzy tones drifted from behind it. Lothair walked through and stepped aside, and the room opened in front of me.
A giant low-hanging crystal chandelier dominated the space. Were those real candles? No, there wasn’t any fire hazard, but the small bulbs almost looked like candles. Then I noticed the scent—hints of omega slick and maybe even traces of omega cum—and I saw the bodies laid out on a large crescent-shaped sofa.
In the subdued lighting, they looked otherworldly. Smooth skin in various hues, colorful lace, glistening eyes… A thought flashed through my brain, glowing like a neon sign.They’re all ours for the night!
A red-haired omega lay on his stomach, his long legs, in fishnet stockings, crossed and bent casually. Red garter belts framed his pale, bare ass, and pretty, delicate freckles covered his shoulders. He looked at me with luminous green eyes through the openings in a red lace mask, his plush lips smiling invitingly.
Another boy rested with one foot on the sofa cushion, legs spread without shame, his soft cock barely covered in his sheer white briefs. He had a flat stomach and a narrow chest with tiny pink nipples and wore a white lace collar around his neck. Both his briefs and collar were adorned with pink bows, and another large bow was tucked into his blond curls. He looked wrapped like a naughty little present. He must have been young, and under different circumstances, I’d have asked to see his driver’s license. I’d said I trusted Lothair, though, and I did. Doe-eyed innocence usually didn’t do it for me, but then the boy squinted at me through his white lace mask and licked his lips, his gaze trailing up and down my body in a way that wasn’t innocent at all, and my balls tingled.
A third man lay on his side, fully naked aside from a dark-blue corset around his waist. His pecs were large, with big, fat nipples. The soft flesh spilled over theedge of the corset. He had a stunning, ripe body with generous hips, and he was the only one not wearing a mask. He gave me a sultry smirk, and I recognized him. He was the server from the club Lothair once took me to, the place with the mermen in aquariums. He’d left us a note, inviting us for a threesome, but we hadn’t taken him up on the offer, which I’d regretted ever since. William was his name. I found myself drawn to his tits, and he knew because he rolled a puffy nipple between his thumb and forefinger then tugged on it. How had Lothair convinced him to come here?
