MINE

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

People who visited Las Vegas were typically on the hunt for a wild weekend getaway. Others wanted to spend their nights in a casino. For Dmitri Pratt, Vegas was his home. He enjoyed what Vegas could offer those who visited the city, but he preferred saying, What happens in Club Sin stays in Club Sin.

His beloved BDSM club, located in the basement of his mansion, felt more like home to him than the rest of the house. Nearly six years had passed since he’d opened the exclusive dungeon, where men mastered women looking to indulge in their wildest fantasies. Years back, he had hoped his club would be as successful as it was now. But the fulfillment he felt now was greater than anything he could’ve anticipated.

Tonight he studied the club before him, feeling the sense of pride swelling. Club Sin members sat on the black leather couches situated around the room. They chatted among themselves or were lost in aftercare with their partners. The St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, and bondage stations were all in use, with submissives being taken to a higher level of pleasure. Even the waft of sex, sweat, and feminine arousal brushing through the air brought Dmitri satisfaction.

Overwhelmed by the perfectness of the moment, he shifted his focus onto the woman who’d changed his life. He’d been an empty man during his twenties, searching for something he hadn’t known he was missing. Then, in his thirties, he’d met his submissive, Presley Flynn. Now his life had found an unexpected center.

He’d always worked toward a goal to make his life better—going to college, working at the casino, Aces, until he became its president—but he didn’t think his life could be any better than it was at the moment.

Presley waited silently, quietly asking her Dom to pay attention to her. She stood with her legs spread wide open by a spreader bar attached to her ankles. The spanking bench resting in front of her had a vibrating wand taped onto the long wooden pole, which pressed against her. Her hands were laced behind her head, and her body shook in the anticipation of where he’d take her next.

Stunning.

She’d come three times already tonight. He thought she’d climaxed enough without him. He closed the distance between them, and then he stroked the thin red welts on her shoulders and bottom. Those markings from his whip were his treat tonight.

He caressed the red lines, noting that she didn’t move when he touched her. The only sign she acknowledged his arrival was the hitching of her breath. Pride straightened his spine, warmth coursing through his veins. “Look at you, beautiful,” he murmured. “You’ve come so far, haven’t you?”

Head bowed, she asked, “Come far, sir?”

He chuckled at the softness in her voice, as her thoughts were likely hazy from the brutal buzz of the vibrator. “I have not bound you, and even with your orgasms, you still haven’t moved.” He circled her, regarding her sensually. “I will say again, look how far you’ve come.”

She shivered. “Yes, sir.”

Christ, she was breathtaking. Presley had arrived at Club Sin nearly two years ago, a newbie to BDSM and completely uneducated in the ways of pleasing her Dom. Now he knew he could do anything he wanted and she wouldn’t move unless he gave the order that she could. Before, she would’ve moved while the vibe assaulted her. Tonight, though, she’d been standing with her hands laced behind her head for a good hour, all because he had asked her to. She was a well-trained submissive.