CHAPTER b0121 /b

Meadow’s POV:

A ce where he could fulfil my greatest desires.

That was what ric had told me. And looking at the building now… I could see exactly what he was talking about. Red lights spilled from the inside whenever someone walked through the sliding doors.

It was an extension of the club, but with a different entrance. Just above the door was a logo–a circle with the letters, TED that glowed a neon red color.

I was so awed by the beauty of the outside that I barely felt ric walk up to me until he wrapped an arm around my waist. His head dipped down and I could feel his lips on my neck. “Mmhm, you smell fucking good, baby.”

b“/bNew fragrance,” I replied, cing my hand over his on my waist. “Nova got me this insane vani perfume.” bI /bpaused, turning around to face him. “But that isn’t the focus right now. When did byou /bstart working on this? And howe I never knew about it?”

ric chuckled. “A while. And I wanted to surprise you with it. Initially, I thought I’d wait until after I’d show you the tether room, but the ns changed. It’s opening night, and I wanted you here with me.” His eyes did a sweep of my body. “Especially dressed like that.”

I nced down at the dress I had on–a ck short red dress that hugged my waist and stopped halfway down my thighs, paired with the thigh–high stockings. The dress had a front zipper that I hadn’t pulled all the way up, so some cleavage was exposed. I was dressed in ck from head to toe, the only thing different being the shade of lipstick I had on.

I opted for something a little bold–red.

ric had on a ck fitted t–shirt and a pair of ck pantsb–/bnothing different from his usual color coordination. But right now, he looked extremely hot and… fucking dangerous.

“What does TED mean?” I asked, tilting my head at him.

He smirked then, his eyes shifting to the building. “The Elysian Den,” he said smoothly.

A shiver ran down my spine. That sounded… hot.

“Let’s go in,i” /ihe murmured. “The party probably already started without us.”

bMy /bskin prickled with nervousness. The moment we entered, all eyes would be on us. I didn’t much like being the center of attraction, and if ric was going to be the center, I would too.

But then, I felt hisrge hand on mine, and then heced our fingers together. b“/bbI /bknow what byou’re /bthinking. And bI /bpromise you, it’s not going to be like that.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Most

+15 bBONUS /b

members would be buried deep in their kinky shenanigans to even notice us.”

bI /bnodded, smiling up at him as a breath of relief escaped me. And as ric led me toward the doors, I asked another question. “You said… membersb?/bb” /bI muttered. “Does that mean one has to be a member to get inside?b” /b

“That’s exactly what I mean, baby. I’ll give you a proper exnationter, but for now, all you need to know is that whatever you see in there ispletely consensual.”

I shiveredb–/bnot sure it was from the cold.

“There are a lot of… kinks you probably know nothing about, and a lot that are frowned upon by society. But this ce? It’s a safe space where people can do whatever the fuck they want and meet people who want the exact same thing.”

“But how do they meet these people? How would they know that there are people who want what they want?”

“There’s an app,” he answered simply, no further exnations. “A tform. And we have workers who cater to exactly those kinds of needs. Wants.”

I opened my mouth to ask something else but he had already pulled me through the door.

The lobby was dim with red lights shining over the front desk, and I suppose the soundproofing must’ve been insanely good, because I hadn’t heard a single sound outside but now I was inside, I could hear bloud /bmusic echoing through the building.

The woman behind the front desk straightened the moment she spotted ric, her face goingpletely flustered.

Great. She had a crush on him.

Not that I could me her though.

b“/bMr. Ashford!” she eximed. “Good evening. We’d begun to think you wouldn’t show.” A nervousugh escaped her mouth.

ric’s lips twitched. “Was a little busyb,/b” he murmured, thumb grazing the back of my hand so gently as he turned to face me. “This is my wife, Meadow. Meadow, the receptionist, Florence.”

I managed a smile at her–a smile that quickly dwindled the moment I noticed that hers was fake.

Here was another woman who probably hated me just because ric was mine.

Mine.

Fuck, that felt good to bsay/b.

ric didn’t say another word as he led me away from the desk toward the main room.

“Well, that wasn’t ba /bvery friendly receptionist.”

“I knowi,/i” he replied without looking at me. “It’s why I’ll be firing her the moment this night is over. No one disrespects my wife and goes scot–free.”

Heat crept up my neck, and to distract myself from the heat that had pulled between my thighs–and the fact that there was a literal vibrator stuck in my vagina–I looked around the room.

It wasn’t as crowded as I’d thought it would be–then again, this was a luxurious club, so of course, it wouldn’t be too packed.

“Oh, wow…” I breathed, tightening my grip around his hand as my jaw dropped.

There was a bar at one end with a few people around it. At the edge of the stage, nearly hidden from view, was a DJ with his equipment, but the center of the stage was what caught my attention.

Dancers dressed in mere scraps of material, or even nothing at all, twirling around poles. And while some people danced around the room, some sat, only watching the dancers.

I watched as one of the men, dressed impably in a suit, with a watch on his wrist that screamed

money, curved his index finger in a e here‘ motion to one of the dancers.

She strutted toward him, and despite the lighting, I could see the tiny smirk on her lips. The moment she

stepped up to him, she raised one of her legs up and he hooked it around his shoulder–just like the way

ric had done with me earlier.

She waspletely naked, and the man immediately went to work on eating her out, while another man beside him–his friend, probablyb–/bwatched.

A gasp escaped my mouth, and when I turned to face ric, his eyes were already on me, watching me with a wry smile. “In case you’re wondering, yes, that’s his wife.”

My eyes widened. I wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.

But ric wasn’t done speaking. “And I’m not talking about the man whose face is in her pussy.”

I didn’t think it was possible for my jaw to drop even further. “Wait… the man watching is… her husband?”

He nodded. “How do you know that?” I asked. “I assumed-”

“NDAS are usually signed. I only know Hugh and his best friend because they frequent the club often. And apparently, he likes to watch his wife get ruined by another man.” A server passed with a tray containing champagne flutes and ric grabbed two and handed one to me. “Also, every member gets tested before they’re even epted as members, so rest assured that everyone’s safe.”

“Wow,” I breathed forck of words, raising the flute to my lips and taking a sip. “This is…insanely

incredible, ric.”

People could literally live out their wildest fantasies in this club. My eyes followed a woman who was

heading toward what resembled another hallway. But that wasn’t all. She was holding a leash connected

to the neck of a shirtless man who was willingly following her.

Oh god.

I nced up at ric, and as I took another sip of my drink, all I wondered was what his own fantasies

and kinks were.

What was it he loved to do to women that got him overly stimated enough to have sex with them?

Hell… what was MY fantasy? My kink?

Something told me I was definitely going to find out here.