Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

25

I wake up alone, a single red rose placed on the pillow next to mine, and underneath it a folded sheet of paper. I grab it, curious to read whatever it has to say.

'Darling Little Mary,
I am sorry I must leave you. You have no idea how difficult this is for me, but I have responsibilities in America which can no longer be neglected. I have a selfish request of you that I trust you will abide for the safety of the child: Please do not contact Lars. If he contacts you, do not agree to meet with him, not even in a public place. Do not allow yourself to be alone with him under any circumstances. Leave him to ME, I will handle him.
Next request, please do not enter new relationships. I reserve the right to inspect your lovers. I know you don't understand what it means to be my Mate, and that is my fault for not teaching you. For now, pretend like it's monogamy until I say otherwise. Please have patience with me. This is new for me too.
Yours,
Bodie'

I hold the rose to my nose, inhaling it's sweet fragrance, and I read the note again, confusedly trying to reconcile the Tex I had first met, with the Bodie I am dealing with now. They seem like two very different people. They even fuck differently.

Last night, after our first wild copulation, Bodie became a tender lover. While he did push me to climax again and again (like Tex always had), he was very gentle about it, and patient. It was like he was in my head, because he knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it.

At first I had thought that the whole 'mate' thing was part of some kind of feral kink. Biting, marking, those things definitely seem feral to me. I mean, I've seen him and Layla do some crazy shit already, and I've only known them for a couple of months.

However, this letter seems to indicate that there is a seriousness to the 'mate' title that should not be ignored. I'm still pissed that he scarred me on purpose, and I don't know what to think about Layla.

He introduced her to me as his 'partner', which I thought meant they were in a committed relationship. Where is there room for me in that? Do I even want this? Layla would not be my first choice for a sister-wife, I can tell you that.

I study the fancy light fixture above the bed, and the dark wood beams in the ceiling, as my gaze roams over the tasteful interior design of this lavish penthouse apartment. Paid up for a year...

"Did I just become a kept mistress?" I ask the empty room aloud, not really expecting an answer, just needing to voice my concern.

The thought is, quite frankly, disturbing. I make enough money to support myself. I've never struggled with expensive tastes, Lars was the one pushing me to buy designer clothes. I gave in because I figured one outfit a month for Nordlys events was a manageable splurge, and comfortably within my means. I never wanted to risk my financial independence.

I have to admit that this apartment is well outside of my pay scale. Whatever expenses I incur from day-to-day living on Bodie's credit card, I will be able to pay back, once I get my banking in order. Paying him back for the rent on this apartment is not going to happen. I'll never make this much money.

On the other hand, Bodie CHOSE to pay for this apartment for another year, knowing he wasn't going to live here for the duration. He chose to bring me here, I did not ask it of him. I also didn't agree to any restrictions on my freedom, especially not monogamy!

Or did I? Maybe I should have reviewed the Nordlys paperwork more studiously. I didn't see the contract in my papers that were brought from the house, I wonder if Lars kept them. Was there a clause in there allowing leadership to demand monogamy from members? That would be counter-intuitive considering it's an orgy club, wouldn't it?