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He swings open the door and allows me to enter.
I step inside and wait for him, then place my drink on a small table next to a throne-like chair.
“For you.” He waves his arm over the throne, and I take a seat.
“Thank you.” I cross my legs and relax. I know nothing will happen tonight. We haven’t gone to the negotiation room nor did we sign a contract. But when I’m ready we will. Having a negotiated and signed contract matters to both of us to establish clear rules, limits, boundaries, and punishments. I don’t want to be surprised by anyone I may be with here, and I want them to know what I need for myself, and for them, when that day comes.
I smile after taking a sip of my drink. “Tell me about you. Like, how long have you been here at the club?”
“I’ve been coming here for a year now. What brings you in tonight, my queen?” He bows.
I giggle and say, “I need to let off some steam. Maybe find someone to have some fun with. Maybe just talk, maybe more. I don’t know. Is that okay?” My head tilts to the side, and I sigh.
“Whatever you want to do is fine. But if it’s much more than talking, we have to sign a contract. You do know the rules, right?” He slides his chair closer to me.
“Yes.” I smile and sip on my drink. I need someone to be tender with me. Not take care of me, just be gentle. I want a man to take me in his arms like he wants me physically, and not let me go. To make me feel desirable. Sexy. But I’m not ready to have sex outside of my marriage, not yet.
“I just want to sit with you tonight. Maybe next time, we can talk about more?”
“You look sad. Talk to me.” He takes both my hands in his and falls to his knees before me.
My chin touches my chest. I pull in a deep breath and hold it a beat. “Yes, I am sad.”
He tugs on my hands, making me look into his hazel orbs. If we weren’t in the club, which strictly requires a signed contract before any sexual contact between partiers, I’d have jumped him, but I haven’t and that’s a good thing. I really don’t want to cheat on my marriage…I’m not Decklan.
“What happened to make such a beautiful woman so sad?”
Shaking my head slowly, I look away from him. “No, I don’t want to talk about it. This may be crossing the line, but…will you hold me?” My eyes come together, and my shoulders slump.
“I will.” Kid stands, tugging on my hands. His arms embrace me, comforting me. He leads me to the bed, and we sit on the side.
My head falls onto his broad shoulder; tears begin seeping from my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want to cheat. I want my marriage to be what it used to be.
I must have been too busy with work for Decklan to have cheated on me twice. Maybe Sandy was more fun in bed than I was. Maybe she did things I never did. But I never said no to any of D’s requests. He just stopped asking. I thought we were good. I thought I made him happy. I thought I was a good wife. A good lover. But for him to have cheated twice with the same woman; after not seeing her for twenty years. Fuck, I must have been completely wrong. Maybe we’re just going through the motions because neither wants to admit our marriage is truly a failure.
My head falls to my chest and I cover my face with my hands to stifle the cries wanting to leave me. I sniffle and suck in breath after breath to calm my thoughts.
Kid’s arms engulf me as he holds me tenderly, stroking my hair, whispering, “Shh, shh. My queen.” He rocks me gently until I settle down.
When I’m ready to go home, I sit up and cup his cheeks. “May I kiss you?”
He nods and leans closer to me. Our lips meet briefly.
Standing, he holds his hand for me, and I take it. “Let me walk you back to the dressing room.”
“Thank you. I’d like that.”
At the dressing room, Kid takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “It’s been my pleasure to spend the evening with you. I’m here for whatever you need, my queen.” He steps back and bows before me.
I’ll never get used to that, but it goes with the costume. “Thank you again for tonight.” I smile and close the door after he turns and walks away.
I change back into my street clothes and pack my outfit in my bag. Before leaving, I clip my nails short.
Walking to my car, a man in a suit rushes by me with his black mask still on. I hide my face and keep going to my car. Leaving Club Wonderland, I drive home.
I don’t bring up the incident at the office with Decklan.
He, however, tries to apologize, saying I got it all wrong. I guess there’s a chance I did assume the worst of Decklan. But he’s not given me any solid reason not to.
