Page 30 of Love on Ice

She nods. “There are so many levels of kink here from the truly hardcore to the everyday stuff.”

“Think I’m fine skipping the hardcore stuff, I already know that’s probably not for me,” I tell her.

“Me either. I’m not going to yuck someone’s yum because that’s what makes this place so great, but yeah, what happens in those areas is a hard pass for me. Luckily, everything has signage with the levels on the signs so that people know before walking in the level of comfortability.”

“Ah, that’s what those numbers are on the signs.”

She nods. “In the city clubs, you travel up to different floors so it’s a little easier to not get lost.” Good to know. I don’t want to stumble and accidentally end up in a gimp mask and ball gag being spanked by Kevin for being a naughty boy. “There’s an age playroom if you’re into dressing up like a baby or being someone’s daddy.” She winks at me. I shake my head. That does not do anything for me, but there’s no shame if it does for others. “What about the bondage area, do you like being tied up? Or tying someone up? Handcuffs? Ropes? Zip ties? Shackles? Spreader bars? Blindfolds?”

“Guess I’m bondage lite, nothing hardcore. Probably stuff you would get at your local sex shop. Like handcuffs and blindfolds or being tied to a bed.”

“Who doesn’t love a little bondage play?” She smirks. Noted.

“You also liked spanking this morning when Dom did it.”

Harper smirks. “Not normally, but in that moment, it was hot.” Wonder if she would let me spank her. “What about you?” she asks.

“I like the idea of spanking someone while fucking them, but I don’t think I’m into someone spanking me.”

“What about with a horsewhip?” she asks.

“A horsewhip?”

“Or a flogger?”

“Maybe I’m more vanilla than I thought.”

“Right, no spanking for Felix.” Harper smirks.

“What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done here?” I ask her.

“The dark room.” My eyes widen. What the hell is the dark room? Do I want to know what it is? “There’s this room, it’s completely dark. Every thirty seconds the room lights up for a couple of seconds before turning dark again. That is the only place the bands don’t work due to the darkness. You need to check in and accept that what happens in that room you are consenting to. Male, female, everyone is open to it. You can tell the person you are uncomfortable, and they will move on, but you don’t know who is touching you, fucking you, kissing you, licking you, or sucking you,” she explains.

Um, not sure that’s for me. “Did you like it?”

She scrunches up her nose a little, so I’m going to say that’s a no, thank goodness. I’m not sure I would have followed her if she wanted to go back there. “It was hot being in the dark and not knowing who was touching you, but it was a weird feeling at first. Felt like I was out of my depth, and I had to try to calm myself down, but once people started touching me and it felt good, I started to give in a little and then the sensations happened and heightened and it was easier to give in some more, especially when it started to feel good. It was a wild ride. Like at one point I had someone between my legs, a cock in each hand, one down my throat, and people sucking on my nipples. It was sensory overload.”

“That might be too much for me,” I confess.

“We can both tick that area off the tour. I did it once, and I think that’s enough. It will live rent-free in my mind,” she says.

“Is that the hottest thing you’ve done here then?” I ask. She shakes her head. Of course it wasn’t.

“Not sure if I should tell you, it might freak you out.”

“What, you can’t start it like that. Now I really want to know.”

“This is stuff I try at the resort not in my normal relationships,” she explains.

“Harper, I’m not going to judge you.” She scrunches up her face again. I move over to where she is standing and reach out, touching her face. “I love how open you are being with me.” My thumb slides along her cheek.

“I’ve never told anyone before about what I’ve done,” she confesses.

“Then I feel damn special.”

“You take these dirty secrets to the grave,” she warns, pointing her finger at me.

“I promise,” I cross my heart, “Scouts’ honor,” I tease, holding up my hand.

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