Slave To Love by Bridget Midway Page A

click of one button, shades came down in front of the window. “This gives you some privacy.”
    “What would you need privacy for if this is not a dungeon?” Vern laughed, coupled with a snort.
    “Because sometimes I have sex in this room.” Jace stared at Vern until Vern had to turn away. “Let me show you all the bedrooms.”
    He led them through a labyrinth of hallways through his house to show them all seven spare bedrooms. Jace led them upstairs to show the master suite.
    At his bedroom, he stopped outside the door. “I want every stitch of furniture in this room moved over to the guesthouse, got it?”
    “Agreed.” Ananda typed something on her tablet before reconnecting her gaze to his.
    Jace opened the door to his room. With the dark décor and the hurricane shutters closed, the room felt baleful and eerie. His decorator tried talking him out of painting his walls a slate gray, but Jace couldn’t be convinced. Next came the black carpeting on the floor, then the gray and black bed covering and pillowcases. The place had become his cave. He liked it that way.
    “What’s behind this door here?” Vern headed toward the door that went to Jace’s office.
    “That goes to my private office. You will not go in there. You will not touch anything in there. You will not have cameras in there.” He stared at Ananda. “I don’t want cameras in my bedroom. You can put them down the hallway to the room, but I don’t want this room or that room violated.” He pointed to the closed door that went to his office.
    Jace’s words had been enough to scare Vern into backing up from the room.
    “Man, we need to watch what the sub does all the time.” Kitty grabbed Jace’s arm. “You’re chopping our heads off.”
    “Then film at someone else’s home. I don’t want cameras in these rooms. That’s not negotiable.” He volleyed his attention between Kitty and Ananda since it seemed like they made the major decisions here.
    Kitty cursed under her breath. “Are you sure you’re not still a Dom? Fuck, man.”
    Ananda sighed. “Fine. Done.” She turned to Kitty. “Keep her out of the bedroom as much as you can. If she’s in her room, she’d better be sleeping.”
    “She’d better be doing that anyway.” Jace headed to the door. “I’m not running a brothel. And if I can’t have sex with you,” he pointed to Kitty, “or the contestants, no one will have sex under my roof.”
    Kitty hung her thumbs from the belt loops on her worn jeans. “Okay. Is there a story behind that?”
    “I asked Jace not to interact with the sub or any of the Dommes or crew members.” Ananda followed Jace out of the room.
    “Wow. Hypocritical much?” Kitty shook her head. “We all saw the first show.”
    “No, we didn’t.” Jace led the group back to the family room where he went to a back door that went to the pool area.
    Kitty pointed to Ananda. “You and Eagan—”
    “Master Eagan,” Ananda corrected.
    Kitty rolled her eyes. “Fine. You and Master Eagan did it all over the place. It all worked out for you.”
    “We’re an exception. I don’t want the contestants in this next show to think that it’ll be okay to have sex during the show.” Ananda stepped out onto the patio area around the pool along with the group. “There’s a clause in the contract that if anyone is caught having sex they’ll be immediately ejected from the show, no questions asked.”
    “Wow. That’s rough. But lack of sex will make them interesting.” Kitty raised her eyebrows.
    Jace walked over the brick pavers toward the guesthouse. “You won’t have any problems from me. I won’t be here the majority of the time, and I have absolutely no interest in sleeping with anyone associated with this project.” He glanced at Kitty. “No offense.”
    Kitty shrugged. “None taken. You’re not my type.” She winked.
    Jace opened the door. “Take this furniture out and put my bedroom furniture in here. The space is big enough. It