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“That means clams,” Aiden whispered in her ear, and she laughed.
“—and wilted spinach,” Gabriel finished, raising his voice slightly and giving Aiden a stern look. He placed a large bowl with enough pasta for two on the table in front of them, then added silverware and a wine glass. “I’ve paired your dinner this evening with a lovely 2002 Muscadet, which perfectly complements the briny flavor of the clams.” He poured a heathy portion of the white wine into the glass, then left the bottle within easy reach. “Bon appétit!”
“Merci!” Olivia said as the chef hurried from the room, clearly not suspecting he was actually from Wisconsin. She leaned over the bowl, breathing deeply. “Oh my God, this smellsamazing.”
“The food here always is,” Stacey said in that sickly sweet voice of hers. She smirked. “Be careful, though . . . you don’t want to eat too many carbs. Aiden’s got to be struggling to hold you on his lap as it is.”
“That’s enough,” Jonathan said, as Aiden opened his mouth to say something quite a bit harsher. “I think we’re done here. Aiden, Olivia, please enjoy your dinner.” Then he stood and marched Stacey from the room, a hand firmly clamped around her upper arm.
“If he’s smart, he’ll gag her for the rest of her stay,” Aiden muttered, trying to rein in his temper. He couldn’t wait to sayI told you sothe next time he and Jonathan were alone. “I don’t want you to listen to a word she said, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, but all the excitement had left her voice. Christ, he hoped Jonathan was painting that jealous bitch’s ass red already.
Aiden grabbed her hips and easily lifted her, turning her in his lap so he could look into her eyes. “I mean it, Olivia,” he said, softening his voice. “She’s bitter, because she knows I didn’t want to see her again, and she can see how crazy I am about you.”
That got her to smile, just a little bit. “You’re crazy about me?” she asked with a flirty lilt to her voice.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, leaning in for a slow kiss. She melted against his body, arching her back and neck as he deepened the kiss, tasting her, claiming her. When at last he pulled away, she was breathing heavily, her eyes still closed. He gave each eyelid a gentle kiss. “Now let’s eat this delicious meal before Gabriel gets mad at us for letting it go cold, and yells a bunch of what may or may not be real French—”
“I heard that!” Gabriel called from the kitchen, making Olivia laugh.
“—and then the real fun can start.”
CHAPTER6
Olivia
Olivia expected to return to their suite after dinner, but instead, he led her past the staircase and deeper into the house. “Where are we going, Sir?” she asked, a little disappointed. Hadn’t he said they were going to have fun after dinner? She’d assumed that meant sex.
“You’ll find out shortly,” he promised, the hand on the small of her back propelling her down a long hallway. They passed a study with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a game room with a gorgeous old pool table and several card tables, and some sort of formal parlor with antique furniture upholstered in blue velvet. Every single room was empty.
Olivia resisted the urge to sulk. Apparently everyone else was off having sex, so what was Aiden stalling for?
That stupid cow Stacey had been trying to break her down so she’d feel better about herself. She’d dealt with plenty of small, petty people exactly like her in her lifetime. But what if Aidendidthink her ass was a little too big, her thighs a little too wide? Olivia had always been super curvy, though it had mostly stopped bothering her sometime during college, after she’d left home for good. If Aiden didn’t want to fuck her, though...
The next door they came to was closed, with an electric keypad above the handle. Aiden punched in a six-digit code, and the door unlocked with a little click. He pulled it open to reveal a dimly lit staircase. Sensual music with a baseline she felt in her belly drifted up from below.
Okay, maybe she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. Sexy times were clearly a go.
Without a word, Aiden led her down the wide staircase, and she was so revved up she fought the urge to fidget. She’d never been in a real, live dungeon before. She only hoped it lived up to her imagination.
When they reached the bottom, she couldn’t help but gasp. The dungeon wasenormous. It had to run the whole length of the house, and was appointed with pretty much every kinky implement and piece of equipment she’d ever seen online or read about in a book. With the low lighting, the music, and the dark gray of the walls, it was like walking into her sexiest, dirtiest dreams.
No wonder the women who came here always raved about it being the best week of their lives.
There were four people already in the room—two other Doms and their subs, deep into scenes. Jonathan and Stacey were, thankfully, nowhere to be seen. He must’ve decided to keep her punishment a private affair.
The Manor Doms she hadn’t yet met were named Mason St. John, Camden Reid, and Rafe Erikson, though she had no idea which two these were. She’d read all about them in the r/SordidFairfordAffairs subreddit, but she’d never seen any pictures. Not surprising, with no phones or recording devices allowed on property. Some of the other women complained about all the secrecy, but Olivia thought it added an exciting layer of mystery.
There was a tall, lean Dom in slacks and a white button-up, the sleeves rolled to reveal the hard muscles of his forearms. His sub was cuffed to a chain that dangled from the ceiling, and moaned nonstop as he fucked her fast and hard from behind. His hand was wrapped tightly in her long, red hair, and a black leather riding crop was abandoned on the floor beside them.
The Dom built like a football player and wearing nothing but black leather pants had his sub bound to a Saint Andrew’s cross, and was making evenly spaced stripes across her ass and upper thighs with a rattan cane. Each time the cane fell, she let out a sob, and then called out a number. She was already up to nineteen. God almighty, that was a hell of a lot of strokes. All Olivia’s reading and research said nothing in the dungeon hurt as much as a cane; that woman must have a fuckton of experience, or else be amajorpain slut.
Olivia had never been so turned on in her entire life. She was practically drooling.
“You like to watch and be watched, don’t you?” Aiden said, his breath hot against her ear.
She shivered. “Yes, Sir.” It had been a fantasy of hers for most of her adult life, though she’d never found someone who could make it a reality before today.
