Page 34 of Midnight Legacy

“If you can fantasise about it, we can provide it. So I invite you to challenge us to provide your greatest fantasy, and let us pleasure you until you are unable to take any more.”

A ripple of applause followed as he stepped down.

Charles turned as he walked into the bar, pausing at the door. “All room numbers and codes have been sent out and the first orgasms await. Tours will begin at eight o’clock sharp, so there’s time for your first knee-trembling experience before we commence.” He winked and continued into the bar.

Yeah, the nervous maître d' transformed when he gave a public performance. He’d had everyone’s attention, all eyes completely transfixed on him. By some of the looks he was receiving, Charles would be in high demand with the single females visiting the manor if he kept up that persona.

We were booked on the first tour because I wanted Cassandra to see everything when it was still shiny and new. It would be cleaned at the end of every day, but tonight, everything was pristine.

While others mingled and began to form parties that would result in group sessions later, I studied my wife. She’d outdone herself tonight with her choice of outfit. If I walked in here tonight without a guest and had to pick someone for the evening, I would have been making a beeline for the woman who wore that dress. It hugged every sexy curve of her body and highlighted those breasts that made me want to fall to my knees to worship them.

The lace up the front of the bodice accentuated all her assets and allowed her to hide the small bump that had appeared on her lower tummy. I’d lost sleep lying with my hand on her stomach while contemplating the future.

Cassandra’s mask was delicate, covering her face and making her a mysterious stranger. It wasn’t gaudy like some of the ornate masks worn by some of the other females. Instead of just covering her eyes, it covered most of her face, only exposing her eyes and mouth. Since her hair was styled differently, anyone who knew her would be hard-pressed to identify Cassandra tonight.

Ash lifted another glass of champagne. He’d have to sleep this off in our private area since he wouldn’t be fit to drive home. Since Michael’s death, he’d hit the self-destruct button. Knowing your brother was marked for death and witnessing him dead on the Persian rug were two completely different scenarios. Jordan was keeping a very close eye on Ash since enemies were circling us at every turn.

As the clock ticked closer to the beginning of the first tour, I intentionally manoeuvred us closer to the door that the tour would initiate through. I didn’t want our party to be crushed and had instructed Charles that the first tour had to be small and intimate.

“Good evening,” A male dressed in a navy suit approached us. His eyes were trained on Cassandra’s bust. “Would you care to join me and my guest this evening?”

I didn’t even bother to look at the tall blonde beside him he was presenting to us. “No, thank you,” I retorted. “My wife and I agreed to a private evening tonight.”

His eyes ran over Cassandra one last time and I suppressed the urge to drag him outside and beat the crap out of him for daring to look at my wife.

“Maybe we can join you on a tour?” he persisted.

“Sorry, buddy,” Jordan intervened when he saw my fist bunching at my side. “We paid extra to be on the first tour since we have rooms booked.” He flashed his megawatt smile that tended to make panties drop.

The woman beside the errant Romeo took a definite interest in Jordan, her body tilting in his direction.

“I wouldn’t,” Carly sneered, clearly more than a little tipsy. “His girlfriend is ferocious and doesn’t like to share.”

Jordan’s eyebrows hit his hairline and his head turned toward Megan, who continued to look at a painting on the wall. What did he expect when he moved a woman, who clearly adored him, into his apartment? Women tended to build nests to live in. I’d seen the cushions that were sneaking into his once-sparse living space. It was a sure sign of female inhabitation.

The hidden door close to where we stood opened, and Charles popped out. “The first tour will now commence.”

I turned my back on the man still ogling my wife, my hand on the small of her back leading her through the doorway. In all my years attending events like this, I’d never reacted the way I had tonight. Group sessions were an integral part of the scene, sharing partners and maximising pleasure. I’d signed up for just about everything that came my way in the past. However, the thought of another man’s hands on my wife made my blood boil and rage pump through my veins.

“You okay?” Cassandra asked softly, her fingers straightening my tie. It was an intimate gesture that effectively staked her claim on me.

“Yeah.” I summoned a half smile that was fake.

The troubled look in her eyes and the way she chewed the inside of her mouth told me she didn’t believe me. Not wanting to spoil tonight, I tugged her tight against me and pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. Cassandra loved kissing, and if ever I wanted to stop where her mind was wandering, kissing her was her weakness. She melted into me, her hands grasping my shirt.

Mission accomplished.

Midnight Manor incorporated the best-selling points of our other businesses. The location and grounds sold it as something different, a unique experience since you could stay here for a few days to fully enjoy every aspect of it.

We’d kept the front of the house close to the original structure, the bar and restaurant classical in appearance. As soon as you walked through this door, everything changed.

My gaze followed Cassandra, watching every one of her reactions. I knew what was on the tour, and now I wanted to see it through her eyes. I needed to see my wife in my world, craving her acceptance of my dark soul.

Her purity was a gift, her generosity a healing balm, but her approval set my soul on fire.

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Chapter Eleven

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