Twisted Devotion (Springs After Dark #1)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER

ONE

BODEN

This trip, that I’ve had planned for months, is finally paying off as we walk hand in hand down the Vegas strip, on our way to the last big surprise. I stop to let people walk around us on the busy sidewalk and pull the silk black blindfold from my pocket.

“This next place is a surprise…” I trail off, and she turns to give me her back without hesitation.

But she still reminds me, “Bo, you know I hate surprises.”

“This one is going to bring a lot of those fantasies you have to life.” She looks over her shoulder at me, and all I give her is my most devious grin.

“Mmhmm.” Agreeing, she turns back to face the random casino we’re in front of.

*Gently, I wrap the blindfold around her head, leaning down to whisper in her ear while I tie it, “You’ve always wanted to experience this, but never in our hometown…”

I hear the small gasp she lets out, possibly figuring out what I have in store for us, but I don’t let her linger. Taking her hand in mine again, we walk around the corner to Sin’s entrance.

This had to be a surprise—the anxiety would have eaten her alive before we were even on the plane to get here. And what better reason than our twentieth wedding anniversary?

Sin’s is all black, sleek, with no windows to see in, and everyone just seems to walk right by not paying it the slightest bit of attention. The huge burgundy sign outside reads, Sin’s: In Sin City.

The most elite sex club in Las Vegas.

When I stumbled across their website, I didn’t think they would let us in. We’re just your average, newly empty nesters—well, for two years since Daniella being away at college. We may be in our early forties, but being married for twenty years doesn’t usually scream “we want to have fun.”

But the support lady who called to set us up did mention that what I put on our entry questionnaire is what got us a spot here for the weekend… so I didn’t question it.

I finally step up and grab the long gold door handle to open the heavy, solid-black door, and guide Audrey into the dimly lit, pre-entry hallway that leads to the actual door to enter the club.

It’s still pretty early in the night, so there’s only one security guard at the actual door to enter the club. The online form mentioned that casino goers and partiers will try to enter without pre-check or approval, so more security is to be expected the later it is in the night.

My body feels like it’s vibrating as I turn Audrey to face me. I reach behind her head and gently pull the knot loose, freeing her eyes.

She gasps again, this time much louder, when she spots the neon-white light on the black walls where the club’s name is displayed. And I can see the tears already welling. “Boden Taylor… you did not.”

Hopefully, those are good tears.

I would be scared that she didn’t like my surprise if the biggest smile wasn’t lining her face. “I did.” I give her a shy smile and immediately catch her under her ass as she jumps into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck. “I take this as you like it?”

“Like it?! I’ve wanted to come to a sex club for years now!” She peppers kisses all over my face, and this right here is all I could ask for.

“And that’s why we’re here, Darlin’. Now let’s head in before we miss our reservation.” We approach the guard at the club door and he opens it for us. Instantly, we’re hit with the low, bass-heavy music playing throughout the club. And as I look around, it’s exactly what it seems to be.

Chairs and tables are spread out around a huge circular stage with a full-service bar to the left side, and what seems to be a maze of hallways that branch off whichever way you turn. I step up to the reception desk, and the coordinator asks, “Do you happen to have a reservation tonight?”

“We do. It should be under, Taylor.” As she’s clacking away at her keys, I peek down at Audrey, and she’s too busy taking in the scene around us. People are flowing freely throughout the room—well, most people.

Some are on their knees looking at the ground, some are on leashes, and I think I even see a ball gag on a man in the corner over there… Can’t say that’s not my cup of tea since I’ve never tried it. I’ll try anything once, because how the hell am I supposed to know what I enjoy?

“Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, these are your bracelets. Green means you’re completely open to playing with others, yellow means others have to ask first, and red means absolutely do not touch.

They have to be on at all times while you are in the club.

It is how other patrons and staff know your comfort level to play.

So please keep it up to date, and on your person.

” She pauses, and both of us nod in agreement.

“Now, which color would each of you like?”

I answer first. “Yellow.”

*And to my surprise, Audrey immediately answers after me, “Green.”

“Thank you.” With a few clicks and key taps, both of our bracelets light up with the requested colors. “Now your reservation with your Dominatrix will be held in room thirteen.”

As the word Dominatrix leaves the coordinator’s mouth, I feel the air of Audrey’s hair whipping around. “Dominatrix?! Did she just say, Dominatrix?”

I give her one more devious smile, because a woman Dominatrix is every reason why Audrey wanted to come to a sex club in the first place. “Yes, Darlin’, now let’s go meet our Dominatrix for the evening.”

* The Apparition-Sleep Token

* In The Night- The Weeknd