The Heirs: A New Gamble

Chapter 7

Warning: Explicit sexual content ahead!

Chapter 7

Sophie

The harvest moon hangs heavily in the sky and illuminates everything in a slightly orange glow. It's dark and mysterious, which matches the vibe perfectly.

Tonight is the night I finally lose my V-card.

I was up late last night, reliving that kiss with Leo Moretti over and over. I could hardly sleep. I had filled out that waiver that Zane sent over. I made sure to put that I had no limits. The thought of losing complete control and letting someone –Leo Moretti, specifically – take me sent a thrill through my body.

I made sure I put exactly what I wanted on that waiver, that I knew my safe word, and how the game would work. I even wrote 'primal kink' in there in hopes I was making myself perfectly clear. I know they review the waivers before. A part of me relies on the fact that Leo saw.

None of the girls know about this, of course.

I may have told little white lies over the years to them about my virginity. I liked to keep in vague with them. I didn't like lying to my cousins, but for some reason I just wanted to keep that part of me to myself.

I'd come close to finding the right guy, sure. But no one ever kept my interest long enough to make me want to lose it to them. No one ever excited me enough.

Leo does.

Tonight would be different because the Black Wolves were hosting their monthly Full Moon party where debauchery always ensued in some form. This month, they were hosting their usual game of hide and seek. Of course, it was more complicated than that. This wasn't just any game of hide and seek. This game leads to all kinds of kinky, wild shit.

Depending on what we're interested in, we have to wear specific-colored masks so our captors know how far to go. It's all very erotic. I managed to sneak away from my girls for the night. Tate was playing her own sick little game with Zane Sokolov. Imogen was watching nervously over Ari and Eva. I told them I was participating in the game and not to wait up.

Imogen was furious, but told me that as long as it's what I wanted and that I was being safe, she wouldn't question it. I agreed to not drink to appease her. And also carry my pepper-spray this time.

I strap the white fox mask on as I wait approach the "pen" with the other runners. Everyone who is anyone goes to the full moon parties at the Wolves mansion. And only the truly depraved play hide and seek.

I am really, really fucking hope he's playing tonight.

I am wearing my signature pink mini-dress in hopes he'll know it's me, paired with stylish white chucks – perfect for running.

It's almost midnight, meaning it's almost time.

I eye the others with excitement. There's almost two dozen of us. Those with no masks aren't into the kinky stuff. Those with mouse masks have hard limits. Those of us with fox masks had to sign the waiver. Each checkbox I checked sent a thrill of desire through me. At the prospect.

Choking.

Knife play.

Bondage.

With each checkmark, a new thrill went through me.

I've always wanted the loss of control.