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Meadow’s POV:

Was there something wrong with me?

I had never labeled myself as an overly submissive woman. I mean, I talked back to Alaric a lot of times during sex, even though I got punished for it. But seeing that woman crawl up to Landon in such an obedient manner, watching the way she drank from his glass and the way she flushed in pleasure when he stroked her hair with his hand…

I couldn’t deny that it did something to me. Hell, I wanted to be her. I wanted Alaric to treat me like that-

like he… like he owned me.

And I knew enough about intimacy to know that that level of dominance and submissiveness between us would take a whole lot of trust. And I trusted him, wholeheartedly. So did he.

But why did it also terrify me? Why did the thought of completely surrendering myself to this man appeal

to me and scare me at the same time?

And why on earth did I want so much to be tied up so beautifully like the woman I was watching through

the glass?

When I told Alaric I wanted to use the bathroom, it was just an excuse to take a moment to myself,

because everything that I had seen so far was so fucking intense. And exhilarating.

And then I had walked through this hallway, and I had seen a lot through the windows–including a man

being chained to some kind of X–shaped cross, with what I recognized as a cock ring being used to

control his release.

But what really got to me was the woman suspended in the air, held by ropes and knots that pressed against her skin. And the way her eyes were rolled back in pleasure as her partner fucked her with the

dildo. The total surrender.

All I could imagine was Alaric tying me up in that exact same manner and punishing me for being a bad girl. And then rewarding me with his cock after I promised not to be bad anymore.

My core pulsed at the thought, and then, I felt it.

The jolt of pleasure that shot through my clit and caused my knees to buckle. However, before I could reach for something to steady myself, Alaric’s arm was around me, and he pulled my back against his chest, his warm breath fanning my chest as he chuckled. “Careful, baby girl.”

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, leaning back into him as my thighs clenched together. The vibration wasn’t too intense, but with the way I was already turned on before all this, it definitely felt intense.

“That’s… wicked,” I breathed, holding onto Alaric’s arm on my waist. I started to turn to see if the few

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people around us were looking at us, but Alaric stopped me.

“No one is watching you, baby,” he rasped, voice deeper than before. “They’re all focused on what’s going on inside these rooms. And the lighting is a little dimmer here. But, even if they could see you, would it

matter?”

“I…” My eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn’t think clearly enough to formulate a response.

The vibration ceased and I melted back into him. He pressed his lips to my neck. “Don’t look away.”

I didn’t. I watched as the other woman pulled the dildo out of her restrained partner’s pussy, and then she raised it to her mouth and sucked her essence off it. The restrained women let out a whimper just as someone else from a nearby room cried out in orgasm.

A soft gasp escaped my mouth.

“It’s called Shibari,” Alaric continued.

“What?” I breathed, brows pulling together in confusion.

“It’s a rope bondage presentation, baby. You have no idea how much a lot of people want to be tied up like

this and… ruined.”

I turned my head so I could gaze into his eyes. He was watching me carefully, curiosity swirling in those

blue eyes of his.

Maybe he was watching me to know exactly what I was into?

But if he was doing that, that meant that he must’ve seen me practically salivating over the idea of being

on my knees for him. A shudder ran down my spine and I looked back through the window. “It looks like

it hurts,” I whispered.

Alaric let out an amused breath. “Lots of people gain pleasure from pain, Meadow.” He paused. “Dare I say

you too?”

My mouth dropped open but no words came out.

Alaric hummed. “You’ve gone silent.”

The vibrator buzzed against my clit again, this time intense enough that pleasure shot through my G- spot. “Oh!” I gasped, my nails digging into Alaric’s arms. “Alaric…”

“The people inside love to be watched.” He continued, like he wasn’t driving me crazy with pleasure.”

They’re called exhibitionists.”

I swallowed. I already figured that out. “So they… mmhm god…” My eyes rolled back in my head. “They

can’t see us?”

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“No. But they’re aware they’re being watched,” he answered, his hand sliding down my dress slowly. “The people standing here, watching, just like us, are called-”

“Voyagers,” I finished with a moan. “They’re called voyagers. Just like the man who liked watching another man eat his wife out. I know that much.”

The vibration against my G–spot intensified and a sob broke out of my throat. “Please…”

I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. Release, maybe.

But I wanted more than just a release. I wanted to be used, to be owned and claimed by him. Right here.

“Please what, baby?” he whispered, his voice all buttery and smooth as his hand ran up my thigh,

brushing against the stockings and the garter. And then between my thighs.

The anticipation was killing me. And so were the vibrations. I could already feel my release within reach. And I could just as easily have grabbed it, but for some reason, I was the one holding back.

Maybe… just maybe, I wanted Alaric to tell me to come. No–not tell.

Order. Command me.

“I don’t…” I swallowed, panting hard. “I don’t know.”

The buzzing stopped then. “I don’t want you lying to me, Meadow.”

“I’m not–Gahh!” I screamed, slapping my hand over my mouth as the most punishing tremor shot through my clit, a pleasure so blinding flashing behind my eyes. Alaric rocked his hips against me and I could feel his bulge pressing into my lower back. “You feel that?” he rasped. “That is what you fucking do

to me.”

My tongue dried.

The vibration ceased again. “I brought you here because I wanted you to find what speaks to you,” he said. “I took a great risk bringing you here, Meadow. I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

My mind flashed back to the night he’d told me that he didn’t want to show me the tether room because he was terrified that I’d hate what I saw and that I would leave.

But I didn’t want to leave this club.

No. Far from it.

“And then I noticed the way you kept staring at Landon’s woman. The way your eyes glazed over, like you wanted it, and then the way you walked out like you couldn’t believe that you did I knew you needed a moment alone, not because you wanted to use the bathroom.”

My breath hitched. “I just…”

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Alaric’s hand slipped into the waist band of my lace panties and then he cupped me there, letting out a satisfied hum when he felt how soaked I was. And then, he pulled out the vibrator, brought his hand out of my panties and toward my mouth.

For me to taste.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Meadow,” he whispered, using the toy to trace my lips. My eyes fell shut and I leaned back into him. “Not when you’re with me. And definitely not here.”

My lips parted and he slipped the toy into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, a moan slipped from

my lips as his other hand returned to my panties and he ran his fingers along my wet slit.

“I built this place because I know how much people want to do what they want without ever feeling like

they’re being judged.” His voice lowered. “Do you have any idea how liberating it feels? To know you can do whatever you want.” He removed the toy from my mouth, and for a second, his hand disappeared as

he shoved it into his pockets.

I shook my head, feeling overly emotional all of a sudden. “No. No, I don’t. Oh…” I whimpered when

Alaric’s fingers pushed through my folds and into my wet core, while his other hand came around my

neck.

My vision turned blurry as I refocused on what was happening around us. The sounds and songs of

pleasure, the distant sound of skin slapping against skin. And right in front of us, the two women were now on the bed, scissoring in such a beautiful, intimate manner.

Alaric slowly thrust his fingers in and out of my hole. “Well, I do. And it feels fucking euphoric, baby girl.” A gasp tore from my throat as he curled his fingers deep inside of me. “Do you want to know what it feels

like, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed without hesitation.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Then tell me, Meadow. What do you want? Tell me… what your kink

is. Don’t make me force it out of you.”

I swallowed. He already knew what it was–of course, he did. He’d been watching me all night.

“I…” My lips quivered as Alaric’s fingers curled against my G–spot. “I want to submit to you.” My voice was barely there. Just a whisper. “I want you to tie me up however you want, to praise me when I do good and

punish me whenever I do bad. I want… I want you to make me yours, Alaric. Completely.”

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.