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Jonas kept out of trouble for a year and managed to set up Pandora’s Retreat where, to all appearances, he enjoyed the title of businessman. His retreat advertised to all who craved the kind of lifestyle that he thought people were looking to achieve—hanging out, hooking up, S&M, and bondage.
He spent many days and nights making the place a success. He even brought in Sophia to assist in running the club. Sophia had a large clientele of bankers, lawyers, and some of the very rich in San Francisco and Los Angeles who wanted to remain anonymous.
Jonas continued to use Max’s name and not tell anyone that he was the twin brother. That was how one day he met a young woman at a black-and-white ball and fell in love. Instead of owning up to his true self, he introduced himself as Maximilian Blackstone. No one cares about Jonas, he thought. He was just another loser to his rich, successful, and well-known brother.
“Hi, I’m Max.”
“I’m Kathy Van DeMeer.”
“Yes, I know your father. He’s that billionaire newspaper man.”
“And you are that billionaire Maximilian Blackstone.”
“How did you know?”
“Someone pointed you out. See that woman over there? Wave. She is responsible for our meeting. Very seldom do I meet a man my own age who is not married,” Kathy said with a sigh.
“Do tell. And what age are you? I’m twenty-five.”
“I’m thirty—not exactly your age.”
“Close enough. A man as handsome as you, one would think that you would be taken by now.”
“I guess I’m a moving target. You know what they say about moving targets.”
“Yeah, they are much harder to hit.”
“But you will not have a hard time nailing me. I’m yours already.”
Kathy looped her hand under Jonas’s arm, and they strolled out to the terrace grounds. He placed her near a hedge and lifted her long black satin gown. He was surprised to find that she had no panties on, and her mound was bald. Is there a shortage of material for underwear, or am I missing something? he thought. Breathing hard at the feel of her bald mound, he pressed his body next to hers. He pushed his body into her, and she met the feel of his hard dick through his pants. She didn’t say a word, but looked up at him with her large blue eyes, and he cupped his mouth over hers. The kisses were hard; the kisses were violent. Their breathing was strong and increasingly heavy.
“Are you going to stand there with my dress hoisted up, or are you going to fuck me now?”
Surprised at her forward and unsuspecting lack of modesty, Jonas unzipped his tuxedo pants, and Kathy pulled his hard dick out and put it in position to enter her. She guided him in as she placed his large hand around her small neck. “Keep your hand there as you fuck me. It’s so much better like this,” she insisted. “This is great isn’t it?”
“Yes. Yes,” Jonas cried out over and over, his tall body contorting and bending to meet her petite form.
“Max, I’ve heard about you. I want to be your pupil. I want to experience a life of bondage.”
Jonas was intrigued and surprised. He liked Kathy, but sooner than later he would have to admit his true identity. He decided it would be later.
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Looking for more clients and finding out that Kathy had inherited a large trust fund in the seven-figure range, Jonas decided to mix business with pleasure. Still pretending to be Max, he called Kathy.
“Kathy, I know that I refused to bring you to Pandora’s Retreat, but only because I didn’t want you to be turned off by my lifestyle. It’s not something that you do when you’re bored.”
“I assure you, Max, I am well aware of the dangers, especially if I do not engage in it with someone who knows what they are doing. That’s why when I heard that you owned Pandora’s I wanted to be a part of it. Not only that, but I can bring you clients.”
Jonas perked up, knowing that this could mean big business. He could demonstrate to Max that he could run a business and stay focused, and pay Max back for all the money lost on him.
“Max—” Kathy said, “—can you personally show me around the place? I hear that you have apartments on the grounds. That sounds delicious and private.”
“I’ll pick you up at 1 p.m. We can make a day of it. I can see what you know,” Jonas said, raising his fist like a child that had just won his favorite sport.
“Oh, that sounds terrific. A day with you and a little BDSM all in one day makes me a little excited. Bring all your toys.” Kathy’s eager voice sounded like a child going on a play date without her mother.
“Don’t worry. Each room is filled with everything we need.”
The thought that Kathy was a novice crossed his mind when he first met her, but now he was having second thoughts. She sounded as if she knew the ins and outs of this life and maybe more than he suspected.