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“Thanks, Morgan. I appreciate your useless, after-the-fact insights. Fuuuck,” he groaned as the needle went in.

Drakos wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me back against him as the man’s frenulum was penetrated. Roman grimaced beside Drakos.

A few seconds later, the doctor stood and patted Lucas on his knee as he gave him some aftercare instructions. “Make sure you rinse it with saline solution twice a day, moving the rod around as you cleanse. You’ll experience some pain and swelling but should be fully healed in eight to twelve weeks. Your sexual partners are going to love it,” he beamed.

“Great. Thanks,” Lucas muttered flatly. His annoyance and reticence seemed to make the whole thing even more appealing.

Dr. Pearce turned to the crowd. “Well, I’ve got my equipment and the rings here. Is there another lovely woman who’d like a labia piercing tonight?” He turned to me. “How about you?”

Drakos looked at me with his eyebrow raised. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll get something pierced besides my dick if you get one labia piercing.”

I raised my eyebrow back at him. “You don’t think I’ll do it, do you? What about the base of your cock? Would you pierce that?” I asked.

His eyes went dark, and he stepped toward me. “Yes, if you agree right now in front of everyone here.” He held up a hand. “But we’ll come back next month. You need to wait a few weeks to have vaginal sex after a labia piercing, and we’re getting married in a few days.”

My breathing sped up and my pussy flooded. “I… this is almost too much. Floggings, piercings, voyeurism.”

He cupped my cheeks, kissing me slowly. “You want time to digest and think it through. I understand, and we have years to play together.”

I melted into him. “Thank you for bringing me here. This place is… nothing like I imagined. I detest thinking of you here without me, but I want to come back.”

“Only if you want to, but there’s so much I want to show you.”

Turning to the doctor, I raised my chin. “We’ll be back next month.”

Dr. Pierce grinned cheekily. “I’m glad to hear it, and you won’t regret it. Well, maybe for the first few weeks. But after that, you’ll love it.”

Drakos wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me to him. “I’ll bring the hardware. I plan to have the labia ring engraved,” he told the doctor.

Lord, what had I just promised? My body hummed with anxious anticipation as Drakos slowly rubbed his hard cock against my ass. We left Roman and Luna deep in conversation and meandered over to the next station.

“Sylvie? What the fuck are you doing here?” I looked up to see Callum staring at me, a large wooden paddle in one hand.

A woman in sassy pigtails wearing an extremely short plaid skirt and white thigh-high silk stockings leaned over an old-fashioned school desk, her breasts spilling out of a button-down shirt tied high on her waist. She wore a red thong that peeked out between her ass cheeks.

Declan held the woman’s face, but he let go and straightened when he saw me. “Fucking hell, my dick just went soft. Sylvie, why in God’s name would you come here?”

My brow wrinkled. “Oh, my God. You two are the biggest hypocrites. How about this? I’ll tell you when I come from now on so we can avoid each other.”

Alexa strode up behind me and stared at the twins. “Really? You join an extortionately expensive, erotic sex club so you can have almost any desire fulfilled, andthisis what you come up with?”

Ivan stood behind her and wrapped his arm around her chest. “I don’t know, it’s a personal favorite of mine. The sexy as fuck, naughty-yet-innocent schoolgirl fantasy is a classic.” He raised an eyebrow and grinned as Alexa growled at him. We turned away and walked to the next platform area to give Declan and Callum a little privacy. Which was ironic since there were at least fifteen people circled around them, watching the poor “schoolgirl” get punished by the twins.

Alexa rolled her eyes and turned to me. “Let’s finish your bachelorette party at Diego’s biker bar.” We’d gone there a few times right after Alexa turned twenty-one.

I glanced at Ivan and scratched my cheek. “Are you talking about Area Fifty-Three?”

“Yeah, why?” she asked suspiciously.

These two seemed to rub each other like lemon juice over an open cut, but the sparks between them were undeniable. “Ivan is Diego’s partner and part owner of that bar. I thought you knew.”

Her eyebrows climbed up, and she broke away from his grasp and turned to stare at him. “Goddamn it, you ruin everything. I liked you so much better before.”

Ivan gave her a smug, satisfied grin. “Before what?”

Alexa leaned in. “Before I knew you.”

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