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Chapter Twenty-Six
After returning from the office, Drake and Alessandra separated to get ready for dinner. Several hints were dropped about a party, but she could only imagine what that would be like. Tingles of excitement ran through her body as her mind conjured different scenarios.
A black town car picked them up from the penthouse and brought them to the River North area. They stopped at The Godfrey Hotel, and Drake checked them into a one-bedroom king suite.
At dinner, the staff was quite attentive. The I|O GODFREY Roofscape was reserved just for them. A large bucket with two bottles of champagne sat on a side table next to a patio daybed. They took turns feeding each other an assortment of appetizers, including black truffle fries and a charcuterie board.
“This is delicious. I wish we had time for dessert.”
“Don’t fret, bella. There will be plenty of time for dessert later.”
The seductive purr in Drake’s voice let her know that the only thing they’d be consuming that evening would be each other. They returned to the suite, and large dress boxes were set on the bed.
“Who’s hosting the party tonight?”
“The host chose to remain unnamed.”
“I don’t understand. Where’s the party?”
“We’re going to an exclusive club this evening.”
“Which club is it?”
“You’ll see soon enough. First, we need to get dressed.”
Drake gestured to the dress boxes waiting for her. Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, she opened them. Both dresses were sexy in their own way, but Alessandra chose a sheer silver one. The bodice offered coverage, but the rest was thin enough that she worried someone might see her panties in specific lighting, so she decided to forgo them. The slit was high enough to expose her tattoo, and the cuffs hid the scars on her wrists.
Alessandra noticed a black lace mask in the box. Silver threads were woven around the openings to accentuate the eyes. She fingered it gently and turned to Drake.
“What’s the mask for?”
“We’re going to be incognito tonight. It’s a private members-only club, and anonymity is prized.”
Drake looked like a prince in his new black tailored suit. The floral jacquard jacket was embroidered with silver to match Alessandra’s dress. His own mask was a solid black piece accented with silver filigree.
“You’re breathtaking, Alessandra. I can’t wait to show off my wife this evening.”
They took the town car to a nondescript building near the Midtown Athletic Club. When the man at the door asked Drake for the password, he confidently said, “Tiddlywink.”
The doorman radioed to someone who immediately greeted them and escorted them to the VIP lounge.
Red velvet curtains and metal hooks hung from the walls. A curved sofa and chaise allowed an open view of the room regardless of where they sat. A round platform stood in the center. Soft lighting cast multicolored hues throughout the room, and sultry music played from hidden speakers.
“Did you bring me to a BDSM club?”
“Yes, Bella. Do you like it? I hoped we could take our relationship to the next level this evening.”
Everyone around them wore masks, staff and guests alike. The male staff members were reminiscent of Chippendale dancers, with their muscular physiques on full display. Their bulges were hidden beneath black boy shorts that accentuated their buns of steel. Chains were clipped to the white cuffs circling their wrists and the black collars around their necks.
Female staff members wore red, black, or white lace thongs and garter belts that were connected to matching colored sheer thigh-high stockings. They were braless and wore either colored pasties with thin silver chains connecting them or nipple clamps.
Alessandra’s visual senses were overloaded as her head swiveled side to side, attempting to take everything in. A woman stood chained to a spreader bar against the wall. Her breasts were exposed, and several hands groped and caressed her body. She couldn’t hear the woman, but the rapture on her face, as her head fell back in ecstasy, spoke volumes.
A dominatrix walked a human pet clad in black latex from head to toe. His zipper was open, and the leash was attached to a ring at the tip of his penis. She occasionally lashed his backside with a riding crop like the one Drake had wielded. At one point, the pet sat on his hind legs and buried his face in his mistress’s cunt.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Alessandra? Just so you know, I’m going to fuck you in front of an audience before the night is over.”
“Drake—”
