7. Zach
“So let me get this straight. You work at a kink hotel. A literal fucking kink hotel.”
“Correct.”
“Where women pay thousands of dollars to get round-the-clock attention from a Dom for a week.”
Zach took a slow sip of his margarita. “Correct again.”
“And that’s . . . legal.”
“One hundred percent.” He snuggled a little closer to Remy on the pool lounger they shared and grinned up at him. “Isn’t it glorious?”
Remy let out a low whistle. “I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this,” he admitted. “This sounds like something that should only be legal in Vegas or, like, Amsterdam.”
With a little snort, Zach explained, “They’re paying to stay at the hotel, not for the sex. What two or more consenting adults get up to while they’re there...”
Remy laughed, spitting some of his own cocktail out in the process. “Two or more consenting adults,” he repeated, throwing his head back as he continued to chuckle. “Oh my God, you’re killing me.”
“Honey, you would not believe the shit I’ve seen these last five years,” Zach said, mischief in every word. “There was this one time my friend Olivia got a literal gang bang for her birthday. All five of the Doms. And believe me when I say she’d be delighted for me to tell you this story.”
Remy’s jaw dropped, but in an umm, details now please way, not a judgy way. It filled Zach’s pervy little heart with warmth and joy to tell the whole sordid tale.
“And you just get to watch all these scenes play out on the security cameras?”
“It’s actually one of the major parts of my job,” Zach told him, puffing out his chest with pride. “We promise our guests that everything will always stay safe, sane, and consensual, no matter what. If they know that someone is keeping an eye out for them, it’s easier for them to feel safe.” He smirked. “Besides, most of them get off on having an audience anyway.”
Wonder and amusement danced in Remy’s cinnamon eyes. “You might have one of the best jobs in the entire world,” he said, grinning. “Why on Earth are you thinking about leaving?”
Zach knew all the happiness fled his face in that instant. He tried to hide it, but it was too late.
Fuck. Why did I tell him that?
“Ah,” Remy said, frowning. “So it’s not all fun and kinky games.”
“The job itself is literal perfection,” Zach rushed to assure him. “I wouldn’t change a single thing about it. I honestly couldn’t be happier.”
When he didn’t continue after a few seconds, Remy prompted, “But?”
Zach winced, then took a deep breath. “It’s kind of embarrassing,” he said, not wanting to talk about it at all, but especially not with his current lover. Definitely time for some deflection. “What about you? You said you’d tell me about quitting your job once you had a few cocktails.” He motioned at the collection of empty glasses on the little table beside the pool lounger.
Pursing his lips in disapproval, Remy studied him for a few seconds before letting the subject change slide. “My situation is simple enough. The general manager’s nephew got a promotion he did nothing to earn, which should’ve been mine. He would’ve made me do all the work while he took all the credit, and I have far too much self-respect to put up with that shit.”
“Look at you being a total badass,” Zach said, craning his neck to give Remy a quick peck on the lips.
Remy wrapped a hand around the back of Zach’s neck, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss. God, he tasted so ridiculously good. Remy loved the cocktails they learned how to make in the class so much, he’d been ordering them since they got back to the hotel. The Ti’ Punch made him taste like such a delicious combination of sweet and acidic, mixing perfectly with the earthy smoothness of the rhum. He didn’t ever want the kiss to end.
“You know,” Remy murmured against his lips, “we should maybe move this inside before we end up in a Martinique jail for public indecency.”
When they crashed into the hotel room five minutes later, Remy didn’t waste any time. “You. Bed. Now.”
The command in Remy’s deep voice sent a thrill of pleasure down Zach’s spine. “Yes, Sir.” God, he loved the look in the older man’s eyes when he said that. The sheer heat of it was enough to burn him.
He didn’t even make it all the way to the king-size bed before Remy was on him again, gripping him from behind with frantic fingers, pressing their bodies together from head to toe. “Fuck, I want you,” Remy murmured in his ear, pressing hot kisses against his neck and across his shoulder.
Zach tilted his head to one side, giving Remy easier access. “You can have me however you want me,” he panted, reaching back to grip his lover’s hips as he ground his ass against Remy’s cock.
“Fuck.” A shudder passed through Remy’s entire body. “You’re wearing far too much clothing.”
Grinning, Zach pointed out, “I’m only wearing a bathing suit.”
“Exactly. I need you naked.” Hands slid down Zach’s sides, making goosebumps rise all along his newly tanned skin. Slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of the swim trunks, Remy pushed them ever so slowly over Zach’s slim hips until gravity finally took over. “If I’m not inside this perfect ass of yours in the next few minutes, I might literally fucking die.”
Zach tried to turn. To grab hold of Remy, feel smooth skin beneath his fingers, and kiss until neither of them even knew where they were anymore.
But strong hands held him in place. “Uh-uh.” Remy leaned down, nipping Zach’s neck with enough force to make him yelp. “Did I say you could turn around?”
Eyes drifting closed and heart pounding deliciously, Zach answered, “No, Sir.”
“Where do I want you?”
“On the bed, Sir.”
One arm stayed wrapped around Zach’s chest like an iron band. The other slid downward again, fingertips brushing over his cock with a featherlight touch.
Zach threw his head back against Remy’s chest and groaned, half pleasure, half anguish. “Not fair.”
“You want more than that, start being good.” Releasing him, Remy stepped back and gave his ass a swift smack. “Get on your hands and knees, pretty boy.”
“For the record,” Zach said, throwing a smirk over his shoulder as he lowered himself onto the mattress, “you’re the one who stopped me from getting on the bed in the first place.”
Moving up behind him, Remy landed several more hard slaps on Zach’s ass, alternating back and forth between the left and right cheeks. “Those are for sass, little imp.”
Practically purring with pleasure, Zach arched his back, trying to present his ass as a perfect target. “If that’s all it takes to get a spanking around here, don’t ever expect anything but sass from me again.”
He felt Remy’s low rumble of laughter in the marrow of his bones. What was it about this man that affected him so deeply? “Be careful what you wish for.” It sounded more like a promise than a threat.
Zach buried his face in the comforter, letting the soft, plush fabric swallow up his moan. It had been years since he received a proper spanking. So long that he literally had dreams about what his body craved—dreams he couldn’t figure out how to turn into reality at the Manor.
But here, with Remy . . .
“Oh God, please don’t be gentle.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
With that, a wide leather belt lashed across the center of Zach’s ass hard enough to rip the most delicious scream out of him.
“Do you have any idea how perfect your ass is?” Remy asked as he brought the belt down again.
Despite the sharp bite of pain, Zach couldn’t help grinning. “No. Tell me more.”
Remy snorted. “Vain little imp, aren’t you?”
“I certainly don’t dress the way I do because I’m humble. You don’t like shrinking violets, remember?”
The belt fell three more times, the crisscrossing strikes like lines of fire on his skin. “I most certainly do not.” Remy ran one tantalizing finger down the crack of Zach’s ass, applying the merest amount of pressure to his asshole. “If you want anything else tonight, you’re going to have to beg for it. Tell me exactly what you want. Exactly. And if I think your words are pretty enough, I’ll give it to you.”
Zach almost came right then and there. Holy motherfucking shit, he’d never heard anything hotter in his entire life.
“Better get talking.” Remy sounded so adorably pleased with himself. Beautiful, smug bastard.
“First I want a proper belting,” Zach said, lust making his voice low and hoarse. “I want my entire ass to be red by the time you’re done. I want to feel it every time I sit down for the next couple of days.”
“Mmm,” Remy said, tracing one of the raised lines he already left with the belt. “That can be arranged. Then what?”
“I want you to restrain me. Gag me. Blindfold me. Take away all my power, so the only thing left is you while you fuck me as hard as you can. No condoms tonight.” They realized that afternoon that they’d both been tested since the last time they had sex. When Zach pulled up the results on his phone, Remy had hurried to do the same. “I want to feel every single inch of you.”
A jagged breath tore its way out of Remy’s throat. “Oh, my sweet boy.” He practically growled the words. “I thought I told you to be careful what you wish for.”