Page 3 of Cookie: Part One
“If zhat vill be all…” She turns up her nose, but I reach out to stop her.
“Actual—” She jerks back, lip curled in a snarl like a rabid animal, eyes lighting up, and I clutch my chest, a bit scared. “U-uhm… a-actually… I d-did… need something,” I stammer, trying to get my bearings. Bitch, I’m on vacation. I will not be intimidated.
“Vhat do you vant?” she barks low in her throat, making me swallow.
“C-can you get me a private car? I… I have somewhere to be tonight,” I tell her, stammering, and she narrows her eyes, lip twitching with disgust, but she can’t hide the curiosity.
“Master Alik rushed to prepare zhis room under ze impression you vould be sleeping in it.” She curls her lips and I cock my head to the side because… what the fuck is she implying? That I’m about to be out all night? Well, she’s not wrong but still…I don’t like her attitude.
“And? I’m a guest, not a prisoner, and this is my vacation. I’m not here for the engagement celebrations, so what does where I choose to lay my head matter to you, Alik, or even Pyper for that matter?” I’m talking cash shit right now, but in truth… I really don’t want them finding out where I’m going, so I need to keep this heffa’s mouth shut.
“I… see…” she grits out.
“Yeah… so the car?” I ask again and she pauses, staring at me for a solid ass minute before turning away from me.
“Of course,Miss, but to vhere vill you need ze escort?” she asks, but I don’t tell her any more than that because it’s none of her damn business. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people prying into my life… it makes my stomach churn. I came to get away from that and live, not nose dive into a pit of despair.
“Can you get it for me or not?” I cock my head, holding in my annoyance and her eyes narrow slightly before she bows.
“I can... I’ll have it ordered right avay.”
“Actually, I’ll need it in about an hour and thirty minutes. Thank you.” I smile.
“Very vell,” she huffs, turning her nose up at me and leaving the room before I go over to lock the door. I then waste no time throwing myself back onto the plush king-sized bed like I just won a damn championship.
I made it.
No Mama blowing up my phone to help her fix her Bluetooth. No sister calling to guilt-trip me into picking up my nieces and nephews, who I love, truly, but them little boogers will stress a rich aunty out…no weird ass fucking letters and gifts showing up at my door.Finally, peace.
This is my time.
Most people run off to the Bahamas, drink outta coconuts, and take thirst trap pics on the beach. Cute. But me? I’ll take snow over sand any day. Give me a mountain retreat, cold air, cozy blankets, and a chance to layer up in cute coats and boots? That’s my version of paradise. I love the feeling of Christmas. However, living in Texas… all we get are winter freezes, broken power grids, and a bunch of wrecks cause people don’t know how to drive in some sleet.
I sigh deeply, arms stretched wide on the bed like I could melt into it, and I nearly do. But I jump up because I don’t have time for that. I roll over and snatch up my purse, riffling inside for the thing that has been burning a hole in my pocket for months now.My ticket.
A deep red velvet card, thick like a damn black card with gold lettering as well as two proud golden lions fighting above the letters. My heart skips a little when I run my fingers over the edges.
Hell, all I want to do is watch the snow fall on the mountains, sip some hot cocoa, and cuddle up with a good ass Rose Marie novel. Oh… and I can’t forget the main reason I’m here… to get fucked! Or should I say railed into oblivion? Either way, a bitch want her uterus rearranged and her legs cracked like crab legs.
I want to walk out limping, sounding like Andrew Caldwell on some “I’ve been delivert” shit, and this card, even ifonlyfor one night, will give me just that. I run my hand over what looks like letters made of real gold… not that gold foil shit, and butterflies beat in my belly.
The Red Collar Event.
At the most infamous invite-only BDSM club in the world, Pleasure Palace. But this location? This one’s a unicorn. Hidden deep in the Russian countryside, this palace is more exclusive than the rest. Privacy isn’t just respected, it’s enforced.
At most Pleasure Palace locations, you can fill out a form for an invite. But this one, you have topayjust to beconsidered. The bottom tier is a thousand a year just to be on the waiting list for subs. And that’s if you’re lucky. The real ones who play here all the time? They drop over a million a month for pure discretion and all the sexy goodness…
And I love that… the love of discretion. The mystery. The power that comes with just being chosen. Ugh… I wanted itbad,so when Pyper invited me here to relax and it was all paid… I raked up that one grand and put in my bid for a spot. I didn’t believe in a million years I’d get it, but on God, the squeal of joy I let out when I did!
When I saw that not only did I get the membership after knowing the waitlist was long as fuck… but I also won a ticket to the most famous event hosted by Pleasure Palace, I about passed the fuck out! I’d heard about the one-night pass to the juiciestnight at the palace, and to think that son of a bitch would just fall in my lap!
I bite my lip, anticipation already pooling low in my belly. I press the card to my chest and grin.Tonight I am going to let loose and cut the fuck up.I roll off the bed and head for my bag to get ready, checking my phone to make sure Pyper or Alik haven’t messaged me, but I know that I don’t need to worry about Pyper… once she’s out, she’s got damnout!
Alik on the other hand… it’s been a while since I saw him, so he could have changed his habit, but when we briefly lived together while dating, he was relatively like Pyper… a deep sleeper. And don’t let him get some of this ass!Hunty, he was rolled over on his belly snoring like he was hibernating.
Which was one of the main reasons I broke up with him, not that he would know that. He was damn good for his lil’ ol one round, and he always made me cum,butthat’s all he did. I didn’t want tojustcum. I want to be pounded into the mattress, almost brutally fucked. Thinking?Who needs it?!Not I, said the mouse.
I like my man to have his way with me and tell me I’ma like that shit. What he wants, Idesire. What he likes, Ilove,but Alik was too much of a sweetheart for that in bed. I don’t mind a sweet manoutside,but in that bedroom, I want to strip away my respectability that I have to constantly display in the boardrooms with billionaire CEO’s and COO’s and just be my man’s pocket pussy…is that so much to ask for?
