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Titus takes Lars’s hand and we follow him.
“I knew you’d be here before Luca. The rooms were assigned ahead of time,” Titus explains. The sheer size of this house is hard to fathom.
“How many rooms does this home have?” my sister asks, and of course she does, she doesn’t possess a filter.
“I believe there are fourteen bedrooms, and each one has its own bathroom,” Titus explains, taking us down a long corridor that leads to a series of bedrooms. Each room is labeled with the guests’ names, as we pass Penn’s room.
“This is you, Bristol.” Lars points to the handcrafted sign that reads Bristol Atkins. He directs us to an enclosed staircase. “You and Sir Luca are upstairs.” I’d not realized Anthony was still with us until he takes Bristol’s suitcase into her room. She follows me upstairs with five closed doors. There is a tag on each bedroom, stating where each couple will sleep for the duration of the weekend. Titus pulls back the door for me. “This is for you and Luca. There are food and drinks downstairs if you’re allowed alcohol,” he reminds me. And I’ve found this close-knit group of friends look out for one another.
Bristol follows me into my room with a panoramic view of the lake, as Anthony trails with my suitcase. “Wow, sis, aren’t you spoiled?” And there’s no doubt in this world that Luca spoils me.
* * *
I opt for a coffee instead of alcohol without Luca. My head swings to the hallway leading from the front door every time I hear it open. Laura and Dean arrive and with them, more and more couples head to the downstairs dungeon. My sister makes fast friends with Kaia, whose Dom hasn’t arrived yet, and they quickly change into their swimsuits to find the indoor waterpark.
Titus is the Dungeon Master tonight. Lars stays with me, keeping me company since Titus can’t play anyway.
“So, tell me since this is so new to me, what’s a Dungeon Master? They made it seem like it’s required.”
He gives me a playful smack. “You’re such a baby in this life, my sweet little Anisten.” He’s not condescending in his tone, but he’s not wrong.
“It depends on the space and people. BDSM play spaces, or as many like to callDungeons,have specific rules, regardless if it’s a club or a private space like below. A Dungeon Master monitors the spaces, the scenes, and has the authority to make everything stop if he or she feels it’s not safe. More so, if a sub feels unsafe, they can go to the Dungeon Master. Sure, safewords are there for everyone’s protection, but I’ve been around enough to see Doms abuse their authority or get caught up in a scene.”
I’m taking in all this information, filing it into my brain. “Fuck, my sweet girl, I love you in my life. Please don’t ever leave me.” He rests his hand on mine. “Can I ask you a personal question? I’m not sure you can answer it, depending on what you and Sir Luca have agreed to.”
“Sure, go ahead.” I say the words, but I’m a little reluctant.
“You two don’t live a twenty-four-seven lifestyle, yet. You give him a lot of control over your life, but there’s still a lot he doesn’t really have a say in.”
It’s more a statement and not a question, and Lars is right.
“I guess that wasn’t a question,” he begins. “I just think it’s beautiful. Without knowing, you give him so much. But he gives you so much, too, I’ve seen it.”
He does, but it’s hard to explain, and I’m curious about his words. “What is it that you see?”
“Oh, my sweet girl. The first time I met you, you were wound up tighter than a coil. And it wasn’t the club or nervousness. But now, you’re able to just be you, because you trust him with your life.”
“I trust him without a shadow of a doubt. So what was your question? You must still have one.”
He gnaws on his lower lip. “Okay, if Daddy were to hear me ask this, I’d most likely get put over his knee. And because I don’t keep anything from him, I’ll go and confess my crime later, though it will lead to a punishment, but I got to say it for you, girlfriend.”
I’ve come to love Lars. He’s so unapologetically himself. “You’re going to endure a punishment for me, for my welfare, is that what you’re saying?” I ask.
“Yes, girl, you’re my best biotch, bitch.”
It makes me a little emotional because I’m not one to have a lot of close friends.
“Okay, ask me.”
“You already give him so much, so why not bite the bullet and submit to him with everything? I see part of you wants to and the other part is fighting, barely holding on. There’s so much freedom I have to be just me because Titus eats that shit up. He gets off on taking care of me. It’s why I call him Daddy. He’s the only one who’s ever put me first. My real parents couldn’t be bothered, but my drama sob story will have to wait for another day. You had a great life, so your reasons for wanting him as your everything isn’t the same as mine.”
The door opens and shuts, and Luca steps into the foyer, his dark eyes lock on me. It’s only been five hours since he’d kissed me good-bye. I know I need him. The last several months have proved this, but my want for him, the desire of Luca being in my space only increases each time we’re apart.
“Oh, and just in time. My job here is done, it looks like. Now I’m going to my room to text my daddy what I’ve done, and then wait for my punishment.”
Luca gives him a curious glance. “What sort of trouble have you two found yourselves in?”
Lars pushes from the couch. “Her, none. Me, a fuck-ton, Sir Luca, and it’s why I’m going to my room,” he puts his arm up, the back of his hand to his forehead like he’s about to faint, “and wait for my punishment from Daddy. See you two later. Remember what I said, my sweet Ani.” Lars leans in, near my ear. “It doesn’t make you weak, giving him control. It just further proves you’re a bad ass.”
