Chapter 12: Lydia

"You cheated." I say with a disgruntled huff that Mr. Nasty Nipples ignores. I inhale slowly and gain control of my unfulfilled body.

Curious eyes follow us. Damian takes in everything with a sweeping gaze but for the most part ignores the patrons. The entire club is lavish and even smells delicious-leather, wood oil, and sex-nothing like the Mediterranean. Everything looks new, expensive, and clean. The lighting is perfect and the music in the background subtle with a heavy bass. A group of kinksters sit on low couches playing cards in the lounge. Subs kneel at their feet-some naked and others barely clothed. This is the world of pleasure and money-my world for a short time.

What surprises me most is everyone is not beautiful with artificially enhanced body parts. There's a pretty, pleasantly plump woman wearing the collar of her Dom. He hands her a drink and sweetly touches her hair. She smiles and thanks him by kissing his palm.

There's an older couple-both look to be in their si