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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 swollen clit. Her hands were laced behind her head, and her body shook in the anticipation of where he’d take her next.
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.
“You please me, doll,” he murmured.
“I’m pleased that I do, sir.”
He swiped his finger against a small welt, and she moaned in ecstasy. His smile felt real and honest as he strode around the spanking bench to look at her face. Presley took care of herself, eating healthy and exercising five days a week, giving her a toned body. Her long dirty-blond hair was piled high on her head, leaving all of her gorgeous skin available to him. Her nose was covered in freckles, her cheeks were bright red, and her lips parted with her moans. Beautiful. But her eyes, with the emerald of her irises nearly invisible because her pupils were so widely dilated, were what captivated him the most. They showed her sweet soul.
Determined to take her even higher, he leaned over the spanking bench and turned the vibrator onto the highest speed. Her breath hitched and her mouth fell open. Amusement flooded him, as did heat, pooling into his groin. “How is that cunt now, Presley?”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “It’s . . .” A rough breath passed through her lips.
“Hot and wet?”
She gasped, her eyes flying open. “Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.” Pleased by the arousal he saw along her inner thighs, he moved to her side, watching her eyes follow him. While she was looking at him, she wasn’t really focusing on anything. Pleasure had blinded her, and he liked her that way.
Tonight was her reward for standing so still while she was under his whip. She’d gained control over herself during his mentoring of her, and Presley was now the submissive he’d longed for. She obeyed without hesitation. Her soul was linked with his. Dmitri had never before understood the perfection of that. Not truly. But now that he’d tasted having a submissive so attuned to him, he’d never give that up.
He reached her back, seeing a crowd gathering for the show he planned to put on, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. Only when she inhaled a sharp breath did he push a little, pressing her further against the vibe.
“Fuck” wheezed from her mouth.
Of course you all know the first thing I like to do is thank those that make it possible for us to bring you these reviews, Netgalley, Random House Loveswept and Tasty Book Tours.
Ok there are many reasons with this book that I have to say you need to have tissues handy. I knew from chapter 2 that this book was going to be emotional, but I didn’t think it was going to be so hard to say goodbye to these characters. Yes this is the last book in the series, and though I’ve never read Presley and Dmitri’s book, there was enough in this book for me to know how wonderful the first book was. There was a point in this book where my heart broke, it was in pieces for Presley and what she was feeling and going through. It’s not easy to have so much love for someone and feel like you come second to other things in his life. Dmitri is so absorbed with everything that he doesn’t see how much he is hurting the woman he is supposed to love. I love that he does try to go to others on how to fix things not only for himself but for Presley as well. I know his heart was in the right place when he was doing everything even if he didn’t see how much he was hurting others.
I have to say I was happy to hear that even though we were saying good bye to Club Sin and the crew, we can look forward to some new Dom’s finding love.
I give this book 5 kinky kisses…
Happy Reading… Adri