Possessed by Passion (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9)

“Neither have I,” Dustin added.

“Why would you two? You weren’t married. Now you are.” Zac smiled broadly, handing them a key attached to a large silver chain. “Simple as that. It’s only given to newlyweds and people celebrating anniversaries. I’ll take you there.”

They followed him into the main room of the club. There was a scene with a gothic theme being played out on one of the three stages with a submissive and her three Doms. Paris wondered if she would ever have the courage to be on display so publically. With Mick and Dustin by my side, I’m sure I would love it.

They headed down the hallway where all the doors to the private rooms were lined. At the end of the hallway they came to a door with the words “Employees Only” on it.

Zac opened it and motioned them through.

Another passageway, though shorter than the one they’d just left, stretched out in front of them. There were four doors, two on each side. Unlike the other doors behind them, which were marked with numbers, these had single letters—Rooms V, B, P, and M.

“Gold, you old dog.” Mick grinned. “How long have you had these secret rooms?”

“Years.”

“And they’re all for newlyweds.”

He shook his head. “Just one of them. The others are…special for other things.”

Paris couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Zac, does each of the letters stand for something?”

“They sure do. The Bridal Suite is Room B.” Zac placed the key into the doorknob. “You’re all set.”

“What about the other rooms? Won’t you tell us what they are for?”

Zac shook his head and smiled. “Not a chance tonight, but maybe another time if you ever need them. Have fun.”

Dustin took the key from him. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Z

ac left, returning the way they’d just come.

Mick opened the door to Room B and they all walked inside. Paris couldn’t believe her eyes. The massive space looked like a high-end bridal suite found in five-star hotels. Its soft pale yellow walls and comfy four-poster bed with fluffy pillows and a luxurious silk comforter looked dreamy to her. Flowers decorated the antique side tables and on the dresser was a bottle of champagne on ice along with a tray of chocolates used to spell out the words “Just Married.” The lit candles gave a warm glow to the room, illuminating the erotic items. Instead of the usual black, all the toys and furniture were gold.

“Wow, this place is impressive,” Mick said.

Dustin nodded. “Almost as good as the Gregory Peck Suite back at Maude’s hotel.”

“Almost,” she said.

He and Mick had promised to take her back to Wilde for a late honeymoon after they got settled into their new home.

Mick set his satchel on the floor. “I should’ve said this earlier, but I didn’t think of it until now. Before we get started, I would like us to choose new safe words.”

“Absolutely, brother.” Dustin patted him on the shoulder. “You’re a rancher now. Period.”

They both turned to her, clearly expecting her to choose.

“I was thinking about our song, Masters. What if “fire” is the word I use to let you know I’m feeling good, and “ashes” could be for caution, and “ice” would work as our hard stop? I’m sure I will never have to use that last one, because you both know exactly how to keep me burning just right.”

They both smiled broadly.

“Get a load of our little sub, brother.” Dustin cupped her chin. “She’s picked the perfect safe words for us.”

“Yes, she has.” Mick came up behind her and cupped her ass.

They caressed her body and stripped her out of her clothes, leaving only the thong on her. Being so exposed while they remained in their leathers made her feel so wonderfully vulnerable.