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Once the door shuts, Lola turns to Luc. He pulls her into an embrace, and she wraps her arms around his waist.

My stomach roils at the sight. The smile dims to less than a glimmer. I shy away from them and busy myself with rearranging the remote controls.

Moments later, the CEO enters, and the meeting begins. Two hours later, it ends. I move about, gathering the various items as Lola and Luc discuss their thoughts. Melody reappears as I finish and walks us towards the lift.

We watch in shock as Lola storms into Sebastian’s office and yells at him. He engages the privacy tinting in the glass walls.

Luc steps forward. But Leonie stops him and says to leave them be. She inclines her head at Melody to proceed to the lifts. The ride down is quiet.

I glance up at Luc. A scowl mars his handsome face. Not for the first time do I wonder if he finds Lola more than a mentee. I squash the thought. I refuse to lose him to another woman. Again.

As we walk through the lobby, I draw up beside him.

“Luc, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? Dad told me how much you love Gramercy Tavern,” I ask keeping a light tone and hoping I didn’t sound desperate.

He flinches at the mention of my father and shakes his head.

“Ah, not tonight, Blair. I have other plans.”

He offers a slight smile and increases his pace.

Well, damn!

Why would I mention my father—his best friend—to the man I want to fuck?

Once again, I watch Luc walk away.

I return to the hotel feeling as though I lost a bit of ground. My mobile vibrates with a text message. For a wild moment, my heart races with the thought Luc changed his mind. My fingers fly across the screen to unlock the device.

Welcome, Blair. Your guest pass confirmed. Kindly ask for Taylor Hunt when you arrive. Live uninhibitedly. ~ LEVELS New York.

What perfect timing!

During my research of STEELE International, Inc. I discovered their global, luxury, members-only BDSM/dance club. I applied for a guest pass, figuring it’s a safe space for me to witness Dominants and submissives at play. I hope to learn more about the Daddy Dom/little girl kink. If I see others giving in to the non-vanilla end of sex, I won’t question my erotic desires. I don’t plan to partake. Merely act as a voyeur. I want my fantasies fulfilled by Luc.

Hours later, I shower and change into a Lola’s Coterie black lace negligee with matching G-string and black marabou mules. The v-cut opening flows from my waist to trail the floor. It exposes my legs with each step as the lace sweeps to the sides. I leave my hair loose and apply dewy makeup with red lipstick. I slip into a maxi duster and head to the chauffeured Bentley Flying Spur I hired for the week.

My body vibrates as I enter LEVELS’ flagship location in a multilevel brick warehouse in the Meat Packing District—the historic Manhattan neighborhood. Taylor greets me in the lobby for a tour. The lobby is minimal and industrial. The fixtures and furniture that appear well worn are high-end, modern replicas used to add authenticity without the grime of old pieces. Both sides have greeter stations that allow access to the separate levels.

All Access members can choose from any of the seven levels. While the Dine/Dance members only have access to the party levels—Sky Lounge, Dance Club, and Level 4 Restaurant. For consistency and members’ comfort, locations share the same layout with varying views:

Seven levels: 7th Sky Lounge that offers for the Meatpacking location a stunning, 360-degree view of Manhattan and across the Hudson River to New Jersey’s shoreline, a bar, restaurant by day dance club by night, a coverable pool that’s open during the warmer months, and a glass-retractable roof; 6th and 5th multilevel dance club with two bars and a lounge for food and drinks; 4th Level 4 Restaurant and bar open for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; 3rd has twelve private suites for members to continue their pleasure apart from the BDSM levels; 2nd Peepshow for BDSM with seating alcoves, primary stage, mini-stages, performance rooms, and a bar that serves non-alcoholic mocktails; below ground the Cellar, a BDSM dungeon with mocktails bar.

We stop at a greeter station in front of the doors to Peepshow. Taylor explains the colors of the enamel bracelets as a method of avoiding unwanted interactions amongst club participants. The system requires partnered subs to wear collars given to them by their Dom; partnered Doms wear gold bracelets; available subs wear red; available Doms wear white; voyeurs wear black.

I select a black one, and we enter Peepshow. The space is dimly lit by spotlights on the main stage and several of the smaller platforms where demonstrations in bondage and Shibari are active. Shrouded in shadows, the seating alcoves cluster along the perimeter. Only glimpses of movement prove their inhabitants' presence. Desirable, sensuous men and women appear in various stages of dress or nudity while they partake in all forms of sexual activity.

The atmosphere is pure bacchanalia. Melodic thrumming of sultry music accompanies the moans and groans of the revelers. While the air is heavy with the mixture of expensive cologne, alluring perfume, and immeasurable arousal. The heady aroma alights on my tongue as I gasp from the thrill of the visions.

“Blair! What the hell are you doing here?!”

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Luc

Blair’s mention of her father throws me for a loop. Dad. When I want her to call me Daddy… Merde.

With a groan, my head drops back against the plush leather seat as Gaston Noyer—my New York City driver—heads to Banque Montaigne New York. I pay no attention to the activities on bustling Fifty-seventh Street as we ride east from Fifth Avenue to Park Avenue. My mind turns inward.

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