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“Daddy Clay,” Violet drawled, dragging the three syllables out slowly. “Has a ring to it. Never pegged you as the Daddy Dom type, but it suits you.”
“You’ve never pegged me at all.” Grin flashing, he shrugged his shoulders. “She brings out specific… urges in me, that’s all. Just because she lost control of her Little for an hour on the rocking horse doesn’t mean she’s going to embrace her, or even want a Daddy if she does.”
“Would you like me to do some gentle digging?”
“No, thanks.” He wanted to be the one who unearthed her secrets, reading every flicker of emotion and quiet nuance of her body language if she let him. “She’ll come to me if this is meant to be. Push too hard now… she’ll lock her Little down and deny her existence. Let her think this over and come to her own conclusions.”
Violet patted his arm. “You’re the Daddy.”
Chapter Four
One Month Later
Tristan
He liked the vibe.
It was his first thought as he stepped from the limo and perused his surroundings with the eye of a man born into sinful wealth. On the surface, everything seemed basic, absurdly rural, but he recognized the signs of money.
Take the bellboy-slash-driver, for example.
Early twenties, immaculately presented in a fitted uniform that definitely hadn’t come from a discount store. Clean-shaven, polite, well-mannered—those things cost money if an employer was smart; loyal, efficient labor was worth paying for, especially in the hospitality sector.
The golf cart his bags were being loaded on to was in the five-figure range, possibly edging on six. While golfing wasn’t his sport, he’d spent enough time on the green to know the make and model wasn’t cheap.
“Just the two bags for you today, sir?”
Tristan dragged his attention away from his thoughts, confirming, “Just the two.”
The bellboy gestured to the backseat of the cart. “After you then, sir. The trip takes around fifteen minutes. If you have any questions along the way, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Where can I find Maverick Morehead?”
“Master Mack? I believe it’s his day off today, sir. Jennifer at reception should be able to locate him for you.”
Sliding onto the seat, Tristan pulled out his phone and flicked through the notifications as the golf cart drove away from the remote parking lot and headed toward a track leading into the surrounding forest.
Far too many boring emails, he noted. Several texts from Grace, Georgia, Tracey, Nina, and Amanda, all extending invitations to their bed for the evening. Normally, he’d consider taking one of them up on the offer depending on who was closest and if he wasn’t on the hunt for another conquest.
Not for the first time, he was eternally grateful for the twist of fate that birthed him into a family whose wealth stemmed back generations, allowing him to live a life of luxury that extended into a playboy-style nightlife.
Fuck all night, sleep all day.
His best friend, Maverick, had come close to living the same dream; the sale of his tech company should have cemented him into the rich and carefree lifestyle, but the idiot had too many morals. He’d nixed the sale and, while on vacation at this very club—a vacation Tristan had booked and paid for—somehow done the impossible and fallen in love.
Not just with a woman.
No, somehow the moron had gotten tangled up with a couple.
Tangled in the legal sense, seeing as how Mack was now married with a wifeanda husband.
Feeling responsible, Tristan decided he should check in on the happy trio. After all, it was his gift that kickstarted theromance—he just should’ve insisted on accompanying Mack so his friend didn’t do the chump thing and fall in goddamn love.
BDSM really wasn’t his thing—he’d dabbled with restraints, of course. A pair of handcuffs on a lover, the belt from a hotel robe tying her to the bed, the occasional toy in the bedroom. He liked to fuck and, in all honesty, from what he knew, scenes took too long to set up, execute, and get to the good stuff.
So, this place would be an eye-opener, he was sure. Paying a small fortune for the membership and a month-long stay simply to drop in on his buddy was worth it, and the facilities would be an added bonus.
Getting laid would, too.
