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To have your childhood blown apart changes a person. What my father did shaped Eaton and me. His mother’s death left him without love and compassion. My mother’s addiction guided me into the person I am. I’ve always thought myself weak and helpless, but I realize it’s made me strong and prepared for whatever comes next.
Max is standing at the door when we reach Eaton’s private rooms.
“Everything all right?” He looks at me, rather than addressing Eaton, which is a first and probably the only time he’ll do that.
“It’s an interesting collection,” I reply as I’m guided into the lobby of the suites. “Holy shit, this is massive.”
“Shelby, language,” Eaton warns, his limit for the evening having been reached.
I ignore him and quickly run to the window where I can see the whole of the Vegas strip sprawled out in front of me.
The French hotel, the Italian one, and so much more. I need to learn all their names. I need to visit them all. This place isn’t like anything I’ve seen before. I haven’t had a chance to experience the sounds and smells yet, but together with the colorful lights I can see far below me, it must be an assault on all the senses. Hell, I bet the food tastes amazing as well.
Max chuckles behind me.
“Is there anything else you want me for, Eaton?”
“No, you can stand down.”
“Even with Diego around?”
“I suspect he‘s gone home to sulk,” Eaton responds.
Looking away from the window, I kick my heeled shoes off and pad on the plush carpet toward Eaton and Max.
“Wait a minute.” They both look at me when I speak. “I think the message you gave him needs to be reinforced.”
“What do you mean?” Eaton looks at me confused.
“The message to Diego, that I’m yours.” Pulling the hem of my dress up a little. I reach under my dress to the thong I’m wearing and slowly pull it down my legs, I can’t help but notice Eaton’s mouth dropping open.
“What are you doing, Shelby?” he asks.
“Sending a message.” I hand my underwear to Max, who does his job and takes them without question. “Tell Diego that this is a close as he will ever get to being near my pussy because it belongs to Eaton.”
Max, unsure what to do, looks at Eaton for confirmation.
“Urgh, we might as well, ” Eaton confirms as he shakes his head in shock at what I’ve just done.
A moment of indecision hits me, and I’m tempted to grab the thong back, but I don’t. Max disappears, and Eaton locks the door to the suite and the rest of the outside world.
“What just happened? I think I’m a little scared. You’re learning far too fast,” he says with a smirk.
I shrug my shoulders. “I have an excellent teacher. One who seems to like nipple clamps and handcuffs. I’ve heard about that sort of stuff before.” I pause, looking for the word I read about once. “It’s called BDSM. Is that correct?”
“It is. My sexual tastes are darker than most peoples, and we will explore that in time.”
Scanning the room, I see another glass cabinet.
“More weapons?”
“No, those are kept only in the cellar.”
I make my way over to the cabinet and notice lots of old-fashioned watches.
“You do like collecting things?” I peer inside to get a closer look.
“You should be grateful I don’t collect the body parts I take.”
