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I have no idea what’s going to come out of the night, but I know I’m excited to find out.
CHAPTER 5
EMERSON
Ikill people as part of my job, my family duty, but walking into this party has my heart racing more than taking someone’s life ever has. Is this how it feels to be nervous?
Scarlett's beauty is undeniable, and it's no wonder Alistair is drawn to her. She has an innocence to her that is hard to find in the life we live. There's something captivating about her eyes as if they conceal a hidden darkness or secret. Just waiting for me to be the one to pull back her layers and find it.
We’re not here for me, though. This is about Alistair, for me to fulfill his fantasy of having a night with a third before I’m to marry Tobin Caputo’s nameless niece. As I gaze upon the creature before us, I can’t help but wonder if my betrothed will be equally as stunning. As long as she has Scarlett's conversational skills, I don’t care if she isn’t as beautiful.
Alistair always joked that he has a horseshoe up his ass, lucky bastard. Now he draws Scarlett’s key, and I’m left to wonder if perhaps he is right. My stomach drops to my asshole as Damien calls for her, and she stands there staring at us before making her way toward us. Her curvy hips sway from side to side as she glides across the room. I steal a glance at my beloved, watching a massive smile spread across his face.
I can’t help the pang in my chest, the desire, and the jealousy, knowing that she affects him so much. The selfish bastard I am wants to keep him all to myself. But while I may be heartless, I could never direct that to my oldest and best friend-turned-lover. If he finds happiness with someone else, I'll accept it. I have to. For there isn’t anything I wouldn’t give or do to see him happy. Even if it isn’t with me…
Who knows what kind of monster I’m about to make my bride? I can only hope she’s easy to pacify with a credit card or shiney jewelry.
“Fancy seeing you again,” Alistair teases, licking his lips.
“It was pure luck of the draw, but I feel like I should thank you for choosing my key.” Scarlett giggles, and I can tell she’s nervous.
“Shall we?” Alistair crooks his elbow and holds it out for her to take.
“We shall.”
“Scarlett! Here’s your bag that has your goodies in it. Don’t forget to go over your limits.” One of the club employees smiles and hands Scarlett a black bag.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
“Enjoy.” The worker smiles before hustling back up the stage to continue handing out goodie bags.
With their elbows locked together, Alistair and Scarlett make their way down a long corridor toward the room assigned to her earlier. I trail behind, keeping a slight distance, my attention fixated on their rear ends. Scarlett's tight little black dress hugs her curves perfectly, while Alistair looks sharp in his black slacks.
When we get to the room, Scarlett slides her key in, and as soon as the keypad lights turn green, she pushes the door open.
“Here we are.” She holds her arm out to welcome us inside. We step into the room, and I shut and lock the door after I’m inside.
“Let me see your list, Scarlett.” I hold my hand out for her list of limits.
“Oh, ummm. Okay.” She opens the bag and shoves her hand inside of it, feeling around until finally, she pulls out a paper with a list of her limits.
I take it from her and begin skimming her notes. Nothing else matters to me, minus what she’s not willing to do.
The only things she has marked as a hard no are bathroom control, adult baby, collaring, consensual non-consent, dacryphilia, enema, fisting, furry Yiff, and scat play. Everything else is fair game. At first glance, she seems like a rather vanilla person, so I'm taken aback by her list.
Collaring is the only item from this list that I would want to discuss in the long term. Scarlett would be fucking sexy in a collar made of diamonds that only we know the meaning behind.
My cock twitches at the thought, but I shake it away. This is one night for Alistair. I’m going to be a husband in two months, and the only thing I’m sure my new wife will want collared is my fucking wallet.
As I look over Scarlett's list, I catch her staring at me. “This is it? No other limits? Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She nods her head.
“Okay. Cuckolding is a go for you then, so I’m going to sit here in this chair and tell you two what to do. You two will only do what I say, when I say it, or there will be a punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Alistair replies, knowing what I want.
“Scarlett?”
