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In the far corner stood a real medieval pillory, its wood blackened from centuries of wear, and beside it a St. Andrew’s cross. In the opposite corner, there was a genuine yardarm from a sunken pirate ship and a preserved hempen halter noose. It was Alexis’s most prized possession.
Somber, gruesome and menacing only began to describe the overall ambience of the place.
It was exquisite.
“Unorthodox,” Rod commented finally.
Alexis waited with bated breath for his approval.
“Not a classic castle dungeon one would expect…”
He rubbed his goateed chin with one hand.
“...but definitely the most eclectic and fascinating S&M torture chamber I have ever seen.”
Alexis expelled her breath.
“A fine complement to the most brilliant and fascinating woman I have ever met.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, beaming with joy at his approval.
“Don’t you want to congratulate us?” Zane asked with a smug grin on his handsome face.
“For choosing such an incredible sub, you mean? Sure, well done!” Alexis chortled, clapping her hands in mock applause.
Zane shook his head. “For guessing your fetish, smarty. We know you so well, and I hadn’t even spoken to you before today.”
It was Alexis’s turn to stroke her chin. “Yes, I wondered about that. It’s something else that has me wavering between incredible and creepy, but I’m choosing to believe we have a Dom-sub psychic connection.”
“Yes,” Rod replied. “Let’s pretend we aren’t all doctors, and so believe in such things as psychics.”
Zane pointed toward the ornate mahogany dresser next to him. He didn’t touch it.
“Late 1600s Italian Rococo?” he guessed. “One of the earliest pieces in the rococo style?”
“Good eye, Zane.”
On top of the dresser were three books by Spanish pirates and conquistadors: Alonso de Contreras, Bartolome de las Casas and Bernal Diaz de Castillo.
“The True History of the Conquest of New Spain,” Rod read one of the titles. “All three are very early 16th-century English translations. They are priceless.”
“Yes.”
“Dios mio, Alexis, it’s like a museum in here,” he said, impressed. “Or a Sotheby’s auction…I don’t want to touch anything. These items are irreplaceable.”
Alexis couldn’t help but look disappointed.
He put his hands on her shoulders.
“This is my fantasy,” she said softly. “My deepest, darkest desire. Five years, five continents…five hundred thousand dollars.”
“At the very least,” he said.
“Five hundred thousand dollars,” she agreed, “before I stopped counting.”
They looked into each other’s eyes. Something magical flared between them.
“I am not an S&M virgin,” she confessed.
