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Welcome to The Red Door, a popular BDSM club in Chicago owned by Master Matthias Daniels (Yes! Many of you already know Master Matthias and his submissive Lane from Loving His Submission...
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"Sweet!" I shout as I unlock the door to our hotel suite.
I carry my luggage in and the guys follow behind me. Without waiting for any of them, I go into a bedroom and toss my stuff onto the bed before walking over to the windows. I push the curtains open and slide open the door, stepping out onto the balcony. The view has to be the best view we could have possibly gotten. Tai and Ashton join me and Tai squeals causing Ashton to sigh as he leans down on the railing. We all stare out at the beautiful view of the packed beach where we're going to be spending most of our days before we go partying at night. Like I said, Sweet!
"So you three in here and us three in the other?" Lane asks making me look back to see him, Tommy and Payton.
"Um, yeah sure if that's okay with everyone." I shrug and the guys all nod with shrugs.
"Is anyone else hungry, or is it just me?" Ashton groans while clutching at his loudly grumbling stomach making me smirk.
I pat his shoulder, "for once no, it's not just you. I can go for a bite to eat."
"Why don't we have lunch at one of the restaurants right off the beach?" Tai suggests. "We can go in trunks and just head to the sand and sun right after."
"Sounds like a good plan," Lane mumbles while checking his ringing phone. "We should change and head out soon."
"Matthias?" I ask, but he shakes his head and answers the phone.
"Hey Denny," Lane answers making me nod. "Yes, we're all alive and no we haven't done anything illegal."
Yet, I think to myself.
"He reminds me of you Tommy," I snicker and Tommy frowns, "such a worry wart."
"I'm not!" He scoffs as we all head back inside and I close the balcony doors behind me.
After we all change into our swimsuits, we grab our beach towels and Tai packs them into his large beach bag along with sunscreen, baby oil, bug spray and more shit that I'm sure won't be used. We all climb into the elevator down to the ground floor and Lane asks the hotel concierge which restaurant by the beach is the best and doesn't have too long of a wait time. After a few minutes of discussion, we decide to head to a Cuban restaurant called Havana that's supposed to be one of the best restaurants in Miami. It's a few blocks from the beach, but it'll be good because we can walk off our lunch before hitting the waves. The walk to Havana is full of laughs and plans on what we're gonna do tonight, nobody knows yet but we'll probably hit up some clubs.
"This place is Cuban?" I ask when we walk in and are seated at a table where there is a booth along the wall and chairs on the other side of the table.
