Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Would Day recognize him like this? Would she respect him like this?
He’d lied to her. Damn, why had he done that?
The lights had been turned on and heavy industrial music thudded through the club. It looked like Taggart had gone all out since there was a heavy layer of smoke running across the dungeon floor. It gave the space a hypnotic, other-worldly feel.
This was what he needed. To be out of his own head for a while, outside the world and the places where all the responsibility weighed him down, where he could be someone other than the king.
But wasn’t that exactly what Day had been trying to offer him?
He shook off the question and jogged down the stairs, moving quickly toward the lounge section of the club. Guilt followed him. It kept pace with his movements, giving him not a moment’s rest.
She was trying to be his friend and he was plotting against her. She thought he was going to give her some happy-ass divorce, but he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t, and that pissed him off, too.
He needed this evening. That was what he told himself. He needed a night to prove to himself that the thing with Day had been an outlier—an experience that varied from the norm. He wasn’t the man who sighed and kissed his woman’s feet. He was the top.
There would be no sex tonight. He couldn’t. He…he was married to Day, and he felt that deep in his soul. But perhaps if he found a sub to top, the world would shift back into place.
Then he would be able to sit down with her. He might be able to deal with the situation rationally. When he really thought about it, he was doing this for the two of them.
If he could figure his own shit out, perhaps she would understand. Perhaps she would fall in line and he could be strong enough for the two of them.
Kash made it to the lounge area, where most of the group would start their evening. Some people were already out in the playroom area and some had scenes going in the dungeon, but he needed to find a partner.
To top. Because he was the top. He was the Dom. That was how it had to be.
“Are you serious? Dude, what is wrong with you? Is that a wig?” Taggart asked a man with long hair that very likely was a wig.
Taggart sat on one of the lounge chairs, leaning back and looking like a king holding court. Well, if the king of Sanctum also happened to be a long-haired rocker with a red bandana around his forehead.
Apparently the group had taken the whole masquerade theme seriously. Kash had thought they would all just wear masks, but some of the group were in full-on costume. Charlotte Taggart wore red thigh-high boots and a Wonder Woman costume that would certainly fall off her the minute she started taking out the bad guys. Although it could be effective. She had lovely breasts. She could distract her enemies with those.
“I’m not going to apologize, Axl Rose. Khal Drogo is a badass,” the other man said.
“He’s also about five feet taller than you,” Taggart returned.
The other man shrugged. “I have about a billion dollars more than he has so I think I win. Also, my sun and moon is even prettier than the one on TV. Hey, gorgeous.”
A lovely woman stepped into the lounge wearing a flowing white gown and a wig with platinum blonde locks. She looked at the man who would probably have made a better hobbit and sighed, her hand over her heart. “And you look amazing, my love. Don’t let the big bad wolf tear you down. I’ll set some dragons on him.”
Taggart grinned. “I got Wonder Woman to shield me.”
The man with the fake swords at his sides stepped up and put his hands on the woman’s hips. “I’ve got a billion dollars on Big Tag, too. Don’t you worry about my ego. I can handle it. You ready to handle me?”
“You know I am, baby,” the woman replied and then her eyes took on a steely look. “How do you greet me?”
To Kash’s surprise, the man fell to his knees, his hands on his thighs as he offered himself up to his Domme.
The woman put a hand on his head and accepted the offer with a smile. “Come, my love. Let’s go play. It’s been a rough week. I think you need some serious discipline.”
His face turned up and he was grinning. “Yes, after that last board meeting, I’m going to need a little something something, if you know what I mean.”
She reached out a hand, helping him up, and then led him away toward the play area.
“That is one happy tech guru,” Charlotte said with a smile on her face.