Part 39 (2/2)
”I like to test new people who come to our world. I get them into my Rolls and try to seduce them. The winners say no. The losers say yes. But since I still f.u.c.k them everyone wins.”
”Why is it losing to say yes?”
”Because if you say yes to being f.u.c.ked by a stranger without any discussion of limits, wants, protection and safety, you are very likely not yet ready for our world. A submissive too eager to please a dominant can get into trouble quickly in my world.”
”So I pa.s.sed?”
”One test.”
”There are others?”
”Many others. Wait until he puts a dog collar on you. I can't wait to see how you respond to that test.”
Eleanor glared at him. ”I'm not going to wear a dog collar.”
”He already has one picked out for you.”
”S0ren?”
”Who else?”
”A dog collar? Are you s.h.i.+tting me?”
”Would I do that? Collars play an important role in our world. It's a sign of owners.h.i.+p. So you should take it as a compliment. And then after you've taken it as a compliment, you can wag your little tail for him.”
”He said you were the devil.”
”He only says that because he knows how h.o.r.n.y I am.”
He raised his hand to his head and held up two fingers as horns. Eleanor burst out laughing.
”I like you, Kingsley. I don't want to, but I do.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the center of her palm. No finger sniffing this time.
”The feeling, ma pet.i.te, is entirely mutual.”
They arrived as Kingsley's town house, and he escorted her inside.
”Who's this, King?” A stunning Hispanic-looking woman in a tight white dress came down the stairs. She gave Kingsley a quick kiss on the cheek. ”Nice uniform,” she said to Eleanor. It sounded like a genuine compliment, not sarcasm.
”We're doing an age-play scene tonight. Teacher-student. I'd let you watch but it's her first role-play.” Kingsley ran his hand over Eleanor's bottom.
”Next time, maybe?” the woman said, giving her a wink and Kingsley another kiss. ”I'll play her sister, and you can punish us both for acting up in cla.s.s, Mr. King.”
The woman strolled away, her hips swaying seductively with every step.
”Age-play?” she asked. ”That's a thing?”
”Here everything is a thing,” he said. Kingsley gave her another a.s.s pat.
She thought about finding a knife and slicing that roaming, a.s.s-grabbing hand of his off, but the word sister reminded her of a question she wanted to ask.
”Can I ask you a weird question?”
”I might not answer it, but you may ask me anything.”
”Was it Elizabeth?” she asked as he took her arm and led her up the stairs.
”Elizabeth? What about her?”
”S0ren said when he was married to your sister he cheated on her with someone. Your sister caught him and whoever kissing and ran off and that's when ...” Eleanor felt weird about bringing this up but she had to know. ”S0ren didn't tell me who he cheated with, only that he loved her.”
”He said he loved her?”
”Something like that. I keep thinking about why he wouldn't tell me who she was. And then he told me about him and Elizabeth when they were kids ... and your sister, she came to visit you all at school. It was an all-boys school, but they let her visit. Why?”
”Because she was a relative.”
”Right,” Eleanor said and waited. Kingsley said nothing more. ”I'm asking, was it Elizabeth who S0ren cheated on your sister with? They had a f.u.c.ked-up childhood. They were lonely. Incest or not, I don't care. It's the only answer I can come up with. I mean, what else could have shocked your sister so much she ... you know.”
”Killed herself?”
”That. I mean, seeing her husband kissing his own sister? That could shock anyone to death.”
”It could, oui.”
”I want to know who he loved enough to cheat on his wife with. I need to know, and I know you know.”
”I know,” he said.
”But you won't tell me?”
”Not yet,” he said with a smile. ”Perhaps in time. But I will tell you this, you're on the right track. Now come with me.”
Kingsley escorted her to a room at the end of the hall on the second floor.
”Tonight is my friend Blaise's birthday and we're having a little party for her. I thought you should come and see how our sort plays together.”
He opened the door and led her inside a kind of sitting room.
”Oh, f.u.c.k.”
Everywhere Eleanor looked, she saw fire. Tall taper candles, all alight, covered every horizontal surface-tabletops, window ledges-and a few dozen sat on the floor in ornate silver holders. So dazzled by the scene before her, Eleanor hardly noticed the four other people in the room until Kingsley introduced her to them.
First was Blaise, the birthday girl, who wore nothing but a white b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt. Next was Baptiste, dark skinned and handsome, who had some kind of s.e.xy accent-not quite French, but close. Then another man-Sven or something. She'd stopped listening because Blaise now stood naked in the center of the room.
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