The Edge of Jasmine: A Hotel Bentmoore World Novel (BDSM Romance)

THEY WERE MARRIED FOUR MONTHS later, right on the grounds of the Hotel Bentmoore. Most of their friends were able to attend, thanks to Jake’s offer to fly everyone in on his private jet. Some of their guests had never been to the Hotel Bentmoore before, but it was clear by the end of their visit, they would be coming back.

Kimberly was Samantha’s maid of honor. After Samantha had returned home hand in hand with Brian, she and her sister had sat down for a long, honest talk. By the end of it, Kimberly couldn’t claim she understood her sister’s lifestyle, but she would try, and accept it for what it was. A month later, she scheduled her own visit to the Hotel Bentmoore, just to “find out what that place is like,” she said. Samantha didn’t ask, but she had a feeling her sister’s visit had been very enlightening.

The wedding took place on a glorious morning on the lush grasses of the hotel’s side lawn. Samantha wore a simple white gown that clung to her curves like wet silk. Brian looked as handsome as ever, dandied up in a black suit. Mr. Bentmoore officiated, congratulating the couple after the ceremony was over and looking smug. He couldn’t help but remind everyone he had known all along Brian and Samantha were meant for each other.

The other hosts teased Brian relentlessly, ribbing him for falling in love with a former guest. But Brian didn’t mind; nothing could ruin his good mood. After the ceremony was over, he and Samantha disappeared into their own private activity room on the dungeon floor, which, thanks to a few of the hotel staff, had been decked out in white ribbon and flowers. They had also made sure to leave Brian’s favorite toys behind: whips, paddles, and a couple of long-handled hair brushes, to name a few.

The next night, all the wedding guests and most of the hotel staff joined Brian and Samantha down in the dungeon for a private party. Even Mr. Bentmoore made an appearance. He demonstrated what he called the “proper” way to use a Hitachi Wand on a woman’s pussy. The woman picked for the demonstration was none other than Judy, but she was in no position to refuse, cuffed to a suspension bar as she was at the time. By the end of the “lesson,” she had come no less than six times, and was in dire need of a drink. Thankfully, there were quite a few men willing to give her that drink.

Samantha did not bottom that night, she was still too sore from the night before, but she had fun watching Brian top a few of the other women and show off his skill with the whip. Even her sister, at first shocked by his talent, seemed impressed at the end.

Samantha didn’t feel any jealousy as she watched her new husband play with the other bottoms. She knew when the time came, he would make sure to find her, to take her upstairs and fuck her brains out.

As the revelries continued and became one big orgy, Brian and Samantha slipped away upstairs. They had fun playing with others, but sex was not something they did in public; sex was still a private, intimate affair.

The next day the happy couple returned home, ready to continue on with their lives. Brian managed to get in his own bit of teasing before he left, as he watched his old friends having to prepare themselves to greet guests while nursing raging hangovers. Their wages of sin.

Jake and Kimberly both decided to stay an extra few days at the hotel, a fact Brian and Samantha wondered about, but said nothing.

Samantha moved into Brian’s house, and decorated it just the way she had dreamed of the first time she had gone inside. Brian let her have free reign, and by the time she was done, no room had been left untouched.

Except the dungeon. That was Brian’s domain, and would stay that way.

On the day Samantha finished moving out of her townhouse, she handed the keys to Kimberly, and Kimberly wasted no time moving her stuff into Samantha’s old room. She paid Samantha rent, but made it clear she wanted to buy the place out from her sister. Samantha was willing; she had no use for the townhouse anymore. They would work something out eventually, together.

Kimberly was finally getting her life in order, making long-term goals for herself, and Samantha was happy to see it. She knew, even as Kimberly denied it, her sister’s continuing visits to the Hotel Bentmoore were helping her in that regard.

Kimberly was not dating anyone at the moment. She had decided she needed some time to figure out what she wanted in a man before she went looking for him. But she and Jake were becoming quite close, even if it was just as friends, and both Brian and Samantha were pleased to see their friendship blossom.

And they could stop worrying about Scott. His hope of trading his confession for a lighter sentence hadn’t worked, and he would now be spending the next couple decades of his life in jail. Samantha felt relieved she could put that chapter behind her.

She had other things to worry about. Bigger things.

Brian came home from work one evening to find her upstairs, staring into one of the empty bedrooms. She called it the the red room, although Brian thought the paint and carpet looked more orange than red.

But he was surprised to find her where she was, considering he had given her strict orders on the phone to wait for him down in the dungeon. Samantha had a punishment coming her way, for forgetting to close the garage door one night. Brian hoped she wasn’t trying to delay her punishment; that would only serve to make it worse. But he thought not. For some reason, Samantha had been acting much more distracted lately.

“What are you doing here?” He asked from behind her. Samantha turned, startled.

“Brian! You’re home! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she said, turning red. Brian nodded and smiled as he encircled her from behind, letting her know he was not angry, much.

“I know you didn’t hear me–you were too busy looking in here. So I ask you again, what are you doing here? And why are you just staring inside?”

“I’m thinking I might need to redecorate it,” she said.

“Redecorate it?” Brian asked, surprised. “Why? You just finished decorating.”

“I know. But it doesn’t look like much of a baby’s room, does it?”

“Why would it need to look like a baby’s room? Wait.” He turned her around and held her at arm’s length, looking into her eyes. “Samantha…are you…?” Samantha nodded and smiled.

Brian swept her off her feet and twirled her around. “My God,” he said. “I can’t believe it. We just started trying. I can’t believe it!”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Samantha pulled out of his arms so she could look up at his face. “It means you can’t punish me anymore. I’m delicate goods now, you know.”

Brian’s eyes clouded with desire, but his lips pursed with chagrin. “I’ll have to find out about this,” he said. “I know a doctor nearby who is kink friendly. I’ll have to ask him.”

“But until then….”

“Until then, I don’t think a brush paddling against the St. Andrew’s Cross is going to hurt you–or the baby.” He smiled, hearing Samantha’s gasp. “And maybe a clothing pin on your clit…and a couple on your nipples.”

“But Brian, my nipples are so sensitive!”

“Are they? I’ll have to find out for myself.” He laughed. “God, I can’t believe it. A baby!”

After Samantha’s punishment was over, Brian got on the phone and called all his former co-workers at the Hotel Bentmoore to let them know Brian Sinclaire, former hotel host, was about to take on a much more demanding job: that of fatherhood.

His friends couldn’t be more happy for him.