Spark of Magic (2 page)

He snorted. “Somehow I don’t think a Doberman would have gotten the same attention.” Bending, he picked the keys from the floor.

Darien sat straighter. “So she followed you?”

“Yes. Ready to make ourselves known? See what her reaction is?”

With a nod, Darien followed him from the storage room and out into the main area of their club. The upper level was a restaurant, the lower level a hedonistic area catering to sexual fantasies—an area they hoped to lure Rebecca to for the night. If she was the one they were looking for, when they joined they would know. And so would Sebastian. They had to tread carefully.

Walking out into the main room, Nicholas found her immediately. She looked beautiful in white slacks and a pink top, her long blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail at her nape, small gold hoop earrings dangling from her ears. Delicate and dainty was how he would describe the vision standing a few feet away. His heart thumped wildly just looking at her.

As the dog, he could smell her scent very well and it still lingered in the air around him, settling around his heart like a blanket of warmth. God help him if this wasn’t the woman they needed to find. Shifting her keys in his hand, he slid his finger through the ring and held them up, jingling them to get her attention.

“These must belong to you.”

Rebecca stared wide-eyed at the man who’d just spoken, her car keys dangling from his fingers. He was tall, with long black hair cascading around wide shoulders and eyes the most intense shade of deep blue she’d ever seen stared back at her, watching carefully. Behind him stood a man identical to the one who’d spoken, also watching with just a hint of amusement glittering in his gaze.

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Her breath caught in her throat, leaving her unable to speak. Something about them seemed familiar and smacked of déjà vu. Images from her dream ran across her mind. It wasn’t anything physical, more like an emotional tug pulling her toward them like a beacon.

Tonya nudged her and she cleared her throat quickly. “Yes, I’m sorry. Those are mine. Thank you.”

She reached out to take them but he pulled them back, just slightly out of her reach.

Her gaze caught his and he smiled, making her stomach tighten. “I’d like to apologize for the dog. He finds stuff like this amusing.”

Her eye brow rose in skepticism. “The
dog
finds it amusing?”
More like the owner
does.

“Yes. You’d be surprised at just how human that dog is.”

Glancing over his shoulder, she noticed his twin’s lips twitch.

“I’m Nicholas, by the way.” Her gaze shot back to his and he nodded behind him.

“And this is my brother, Darien. We own this place and as repayment for the trouble our dog caused I’d like for Marcus here to give you a tour of the club. Anything you want to do or experience is on us.”

Tonya again nudged her and she glanced at her friend, who gazed pointedly at Marcus. Rebecca knew what she wanted. With a sigh she relented, although secretly she’d hoped the twins would stick around, maybe join them in their explorations.

Something about them made her feel all dreamy. It was nuts, wasn’t it, to have that kind of reaction to men at first sight?

“I’ll hold on to your keys until you’re ready to go,” Nicholas said, his eyes sparkling and making her stomach flutter. “It will guarantee I’ll see you again.”

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Marcus led them to a set of double doors at the back of the room with a wink toward Tonya. Rebecca frowned as she tried to recall the outside layout of the building.

It hadn’t appeared to be all that big but then she had been chasing a dog at the time.

The second the doors opened, revealing a wide staircase leading to a basement, her confusion disappeared.

“I know where we are. I can’t believe I didn’t notice when we first ran in here,”

Tonya murmured close to her ear.

“Where?”

“Dreamshire
.
”

Rebecca gulped. “The hedonistic club?”

She heard of it but never imagined this is what it would look like. She’d considered it once or twice, to try her ménage fantasy on for size, see if it fit. But the club had been too expensive for her. She turned to look over her shoulder and noticed one of the twins watching her. He raised his glass of wine in salute and she smiled slightly before turning her attention back to the stairs.

“Can you believe our luck?” Tonya whispered in her ear. “And would you check out our escort? Now there’s a man I wouldn’t mind fulfilling my fantasies with.” Her gaze admired their escort’s firm backside. “He’s gorgeous.”

Rebecca smiled at her friend’s obvious infatuation and gently nudged her. “Don’t you think you should shop a little?”

Tonya snorted, making Rebecca giggle. Marcus smiled at them over his shoulder and she got the distinct impression he knew they were talking about him.

“It’s the middle of the day,” he began. “So there’re not many people here. Things will pick up on the weekend.”

Warm air lifted from the level below them, ruffling Rebecca’s bangs. Taking deep breaths for courage, they slowly descended the stairs to the basement. Tonya’s fingers tightened on her arm and Rebecca stole a sideways glance toward her friend. Her face was aglow with excitement, her eyes wide with an almost childlike glee. Rebecca wished she could feel that same excitement. Instead she felt nervous, apprehensive—as though something more than just a fantasy awaited her in the bowls of this club.

“But you’re free to choose any fantasy you might like,” Marcus added.

He smiled at Tonya and Rebecca suddenly felt like a third wheel. The attraction between the two of them was obvious.

As they descended the final steps into the massive room Rebecca couldn’t help but stare in awe. Around them were scenarios, each roped off, depicting sexual fantasies.

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The figures were made of wax but their facial expressions were depicted with a clarity that was almost unreal. Eyes sparkled with lust, a sheen of sweat covered their brows, their chests. She almost expected to see one of them move, inhaling a gulp of air.

Tonya dragged her toward the flogging fantasy. A woman stood tied between two posts, her hands held high above her head, her lips open in a silent scream. The flogger had left light red welts along her flesh. Her nipples were erect, the skin of her inner thighs wet. A man stood to her side, his hand raised to swing the flogger toward her hips. His face was obscured. Only his blue, piercing eyes shone through the slits of his mask. The attention to detail was utterly amazing.

His chest was bare, his arms thick and muscular, a pair of leather pants hugged his hips and thighs. It was quite an erotic image and she had to admit it turned her on.

Even if she only admitted it to herself.

“Please explore at your leisure, ladies,” their escort said and Rebecca turned to stare at him in surprise. She’d forgotten he was there.

“Is this it? We just walk around the room and stare at the various fantasies played out in wax?”

“Of course not, unless of course that’s your fantasy,” he said with a grin. “Once you pick your fantasy you step past the ropes.”

“Step past the ropes?” she and Tonya asked in surprise.

He nodded then walked forward, slipping his hand past the rope and into the scene. His hand began to slowly disappear as he moved forward. They both gasped and stepped back, watching in shock as the scene seemed to swallow him.

Rebecca shook her head in denial, her eyes glued to the man’s arm, now disappearing up to his elbow. She slowly began to relax as ideas of how it worked came to her. “Is it mirrors?” she asked. “Or some kind of holographic wall?”

Their escort pulled his arm free and smiled. “No. It’s magic.”

“Magic?” Rebecca asked skeptically.

Tonya snorted. “You of all people, Becca, should know what magic is.”

Rebecca ignored her friend and stepped forward, examining the scene more closely.

“So you’re saying if we find a fantasy we want to experience we just step through that invisible wall and we’re inside it.” She pointed toward the woman tied up. “I would be her? I would take her place within the scene?”

“Yes.”

“What about the man?” Tonya asked. “Is he experiencing a fantasy as well or is he part of the club?”

“If there is a man who wishes to be in the fantasy, then it’s that man. If not then it will be an employee from the club. W e have numerous safety measures in place so you never have to worry about being hurt, unless of course that is your fantasy and even those are watched closely.”

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“Amazing,” Tonya said as she slowly moved about the room, checking out the different fantasies. With a grin she glanced at Rebecca from the corner of her eye.

“Wonder how you apply for that job?”

A spark of light in the dark room caught Rebecca’s attention and she turned just in time to see a woman emerge from the sex in public fantasy. Behind her a crowd of wax figures gathered around a woman greedily licking a thick cock. The people around her smiled and looked as though they were cheering her on. The man’s wax hand gripped the base, holding it at her lips while his other hand held her head steady.

The woman leaving the fantasy wiped her lips with a satisfied smile then turned to stare at Rebecca in surprise. “Oh, hello. Here to find a fantasy?”

Rebecca shrugged. “I guess so. Is it really like that?” she asked, pointing toward the wax reenactment.

The woman looked over her shoulder at the scene and grinned. “With amazing accuracy.” She nodded her head toward the scene depicting sex in a hot tub, a snowy mountain behind them, steam slowly rising to surround the participants. “That’s where I’m headed next.”

With a wink, she took off toward the scene then practically jumped through the invisible wall, disappearing inside the fantasy. Tonya came to stand next to Rebecca, her eyes wide with shock. “This is crazy,” she whispered.

Rebecca nodded then looked at their escort. He stood to the side, patiently waiting for them to make their choice. “Now that she’s in there, does that mean the fantasy is taken?” Tonya asked.

“No. You may enter as well. When you do it becomes your fantasy just as it became hers when she stepped through.”

“I think I may try that one,” Tonya mused and Rebecca’s lips spread into a slight grin.

“Not something more wild? Just that?”

“What do you mean just that?” Tonya said with a snort. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had good sex? I don’t want anything frilly. I just want good sex.”

Rebecca chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“No you don’t,” Tonya teased. “You want frilly. Do you have any ménage à trois fantasies?” Tonya asked their escort and Rebecca rolled her eyes.

“Of course,” he said with a nod. “Those are on the far wall.”

Tonya grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the scenes. Rebecca’s heart raced wildly as she studied the scenarios before her. There were three, one a BDSM scene with the woman tied up. She grimaced and shook her head at Tonya. Her friend grinned then pulled her toward the next one.

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The middle image depicted three men and one woman. Although erotic, it wasn’t quite what she had in mind. Raising an eyebrow at Tonya, her friend shrugged then pulled her along to the third fantasy.

This one was intriguing. A woman sat on her knees, bent slightly forward as she licked at a man’s cock in front of her. Another man behind her fucked her pussy with two fingers. Rebecca could feel her own pussy getting wet as she stared at the erotic image. She swallowed a sudden strong wave of lust that had her almost jumping through the wall. In her mind she imagined the two men as Nicholas and Darien. With a blink, she tried to shove the image away. Why would they be down here, or with her for that matter?

“You know you want to,” Tonya purred in her ear and she jerked in surprise.

“You cannot lie with your fantasies,” their escort murmured.

“What do you mean?” Rebecca whispered, her gaze glued to the image.

“It means the fantasy knows. It knows your heart and will transform to meet your true fantasy.”

“So you mean no matter which fantasy she goes into it will change to what she really wants?” Tonya asked.

“To a certain degree, yes. If she’d chosen the sex in public fantasy it would still be sex in public but there would be two men instead of just one if that is what she truly desires.”

“Interesting,” Tonya mused. “Give it a shot, honey. Go in.”

Rebecca licked her lips as she stared at the cock settled before the woman’s lips. It was so thick and long. Would whoever was in there be as big? Would they be good?

Would it be what she needed?

With a gentle nudge between her shoulder blades, Tonya pushed her toward the wall.
Here goes nothing
. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through and into the fantasy.

* * * * *

Darien and Nicholas stood off to the side and watched with excitement as Rebecca stepped through. “She went in,” Darien said, his body already aching to be close to her heat. He could already feel her tug and he had no doubt she was the one they’d been searching for.

“I see that,” Nicholas said. “And she even chose the ménage.”

Darien smiled as he imagined her lips wrapped around his cock, which had already become hard as a damn rock. It wasn’t just a physical attraction. He’d had plenty of that. When he looked at Rebecca there was an emotional tug, a feeling of belonging he’d never felt before. Every time he looked at her he thought of forever. “Shall we join her?”

he murmured.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Nicholas replied and with a wink they were transported into the fantasy.

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* * * * *

Tonya watched Rebecca go with a grin then turned to study several of the other fantasies around her. Her gaze kept wandering to the escort who still followed close behind. He watched her with a deep blue gaze that sent her heart racing, like a hungry wolf determined to devour his prey. Handsome wasn’t quite the word she would use to describe him. He was beautiful—dangerous, sultry, steamy… She smiled. Wicked.

He had short, deep black hair that topped a rugged face and wide shoulders. As her gaze wandered downward she wondered what his chest looked like beneath that shirt.

Was his it sprinkled with hair or was it smooth and tan, stretched tight over hard, bulging muscles?

Her pussy clenched and she rolled her eyes, turning away from the gorgeous escort.

She was supposed to be picking out a fantasy, not fantasizing about her quiet host. But there was something about him. She couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t stop thinking about his arms around her.

Like Rebecca, all she really wanted was a man to take care of her, love her, cherish her. Licking her lips, she glanced back at his eyes and felt a warmth surround her—a feeling of belonging. Was she out of her mind or had she just been without sex too long?

“Have you ever done one of these?” she asked, watching him from the corner of her eye.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Which one?” With a grin, she pointed toward the flogging scene they’d studied earlier. “That one?”

She could see him as a dominant. She could even see herself as his submissive. Now wouldn’t that be fun?

He remained silent, his lips spreading into a slow sensual smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“I bet you’ve done them all, haven’t you?” she teased, not truly believing what she was doing. Flirting with her host? Shouldn’t she be jumping into one of these fantasies instead of lusting after the one guy she probably couldn’t have right now? He was working, after all.

“Yes,” he said with another grin.

“What was your favorite?”

“The one with you.”

Her grin faded and she stared at him, stunned. “I beg your pardon?”

He walked closer, his hand rising to touch the small device in his ear. “Hey, Shawn.

Cover for me in the fantasy room.”

Tonya couldn’t hear what was said on the other end but she had a feeling Shawn had agreed because Marcus pulled the device out of his ear, letting it hang around his neck.

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Tonya’s heart hammered in excitement as he loomed over her, his blue eyes shining with the same lust gripping her. “My favorite is whichever fantasy you want, Tonya,”

he repeated.

“You know my name?”

He grinned. “I heard your friend call you that.”

“Oh,” she mouthed, frowning and trying to remember. Had Rebecca called her by name?

His eyes raked over her body, sending tingles of prickly heat down her spine. God he was gorgeous.