"We're going to play a special game today," he told me that morning as I stretched in our bed.

"What game?" I asked, giggling when he kissed my tits, his beard scratching my nipples. "Both of us?"

"Yes, both of us," he replied with a grin. "But mostly you, tesoro. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Daddy." He rewarded me with a kiss on my waiting lips. "Where are we going?"

"I thought I'd take you out for breakfast. I have the perfect place in mind. What do you say?"

"I would love to," I purred with pleasure. "When are we going?"

"As soon as you're ready," he replied, spanking my ass and getting up. "I'm bringing you your outfit. Wait here."

I waited in bed, pulling the sheets around my well-rested body. I was excited. We did go out a lot, but mostly in the evenings. I couldn't wait to explore Venice in the morning light.

A moment later, Ryker reappeared carrying a trench coat.

"Oh, Ryker!" I smiled widely. "You shouldn't have!"

"I did." He smiled broadly. "I saw the way you looked at it. I knew it had to be yours."

"Thank you. Can I try it on?"

"Of course," he said, and I ran over.

His eyes darkened when I slipped the gorgeous Valentino lace trench coat over my shoulders with nothing on underneath. I was teasing him on purpose.

"Oh, it fits perfectly!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much for my beautiful gift. I adore it."

"You're welcome, tesoro," he murmured in my ear, kissing the top of my head. "Now put on the stockings and lingerie."

He handed me some fishnets and I rolled them up my thighs. The thong was next, a barely there silk string covering my pussy. He liked provocative lingerie, and I loved how uncomfortable and horny it made me feel. I followed with a garter belt and attached it to the stockings. 

I felt irresistible when he looked me over.

"Fucking delicious," he growled, and I smiled, pleased with his response. "Let me see."

I turned around, giggling as he looked at me from every side.

I reached out for the next piece of clothing, but Ryker just grinned and shook his head.

"That's it, tesoro," he explained, and adrenaline pumped through my veins.

He wanted me naked under the trench coat, and I was more than happy to oblige.

He chose a pair of nude Louboutin heels for me to wear, with gold studs on the front. I felt like a million bucks. 

We climbed into the faster motorboat and Carlo carried us to the shore. Ryker had placed a blanket over my knees and held me close throughout the ride, making sure I was all right. 

I realized as I looked up at him just how much I loved him. I would've done anything for him in that moment. Died for him. Stayed with him. Married him.

"Where are we having brunch?" I asked over the engine noise. "Somewhere I've been before?"

"No, tesoro," Ryker replied with a mysterious smile. "You haven't been there before. It's called the Gentleman’s Club of Venice. I think you might like it very much."

My eyes lit up. If it was a gentleman’s club and he was bringing me, I must be special to him.

I could barely hide my excitement as the boat anchored on the shore. Carlo and Ryker helped me out, and when I struggled in my heels, Ryker pulled me into his embrace. I laughed while he carried me off the boat like a just-married bride.

He set me down and I couldn't keep the smile off my face as we made our way to the club. It was a gorgeous building right by the shore, with a huge atrium in the middle of a U-shaped building. As we walked inside, Ryker was greeted from all sides by men of varying ages.

I smiled politely and shook hands when he introduced me, though I did notice there were no women, no kids there. Everyone was at least my age or older.

Once we were done with the introductions, the waiter gave us the best table in the club. It was right in the middle, by the huge windows overlooking the garden. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I sat down.

A moment later, the waiter appeared again, taking Ryker's coat. I was taking in the view when the waiter stopped by me.

"Signorina?" he asked expectantly, offering to help me with my coat.

I looked at Ryker, blushing to the roots of my hair.

"Well?" he asked pointedly, raising his brows at me.

"W-what? You… you kn-know I can't."

"Can't what?" he asked, his voice leisurely. "Take your coat off, tesoro."

I hesitated and his eyes darkened, staring at me until I stood on shaky legs. I hated him for doing this. I was going to fucking kill him. But not before making sure he knew just how mad I was.

Still, I found my hands reaching for the belt holding the trench coat in place. I unbuckled it while the waiter offered Ryker a cigar, lit it for him and then came back again to get my coat.

I was fumbling, wasting time. But I'd never been more nervous in my life.

"Come on, Ginger," Ryker said, blowing out smoke. "I want to order."

It's now or never.

I slid the coat off my naked shoulders, down my back and off my ass, closing my eyes tightly, trying to pretend it wasn't happening. I could hear Ryker fucking laughing.

"Signorina?"

I opened my eyes to see the waiter motioning for me to let go.

Without saying a single word, the waiter put my coat on a hanger and placed our menus on the table.

I sat down, my entire body shaking. I was practically naked, clad in only heels, stockings and a thong. Everyone could see.

I could feel men staring, but nobody spoke up. It was as if this was completely normal. Their gazes were appreciative, sometimes lewd, but not like I was being scandalous.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Ryker over the table.

He seemed amusing, smoking his cigar and staring at me with a smirk.

"Know what you're having?" he asked easily.

Your fucking head on a platter.

"Why don't you order for me?" I said instead. "Something I'll like."

"Can you say please?" he asked, and I blushed deeper.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

His eyes were daring me to go further. Not forcing me, but silently insisting I do as I was told. I felt every single man in that club looking at us, eating me up.

"Please, Daddy," I said, and the silence that followed was deafening.

"Good girl," Ryker replied before leafing through the menu.

I was frozen to the spot, too scared to move, just sat there trying to ignore the people around me. I wrapped my arms around my body in an effort to hide my tits.

"Hands down," Ryker reminded me without taking his eyes off the menu. "I want to see those tits."

My palms flattened on the table, I was hyperventilating, scared as fuck. There must've been over thirty men in that brunch room. All of them were talking, but I had a feeling it was about me.

Ryker didn't seem to care. He ordered for us, and I sat there shaking while the waiter wrote it down. He brought over a mimosa, claiming a gentleman had sent it for me.

"She won't be having that," Ryker told him. "You can take it back to the man."

"Yes, Signore." The waiter nodded right away, disappearing with the offending drink.

"Why?" I argued. "I don't deserve it?"

"You do. You more than deserve it, but from me, not some jackass who can't take his eyes off your tits."

He motioned behind his back, and I followed his eyes to the bar.

A man was sitting there, his eyes glued to me. He was dark and handsome, reminding me of Ryker and Kain when they were younger.

The moment I looked at him, the man smiled and stood up, approaching us confidently. I glanced at Ryker, my cheeks turning redder and redder when the man stopped at our table.

"Buona giornatta," the man said in smooth Italian. "I believe we've met, Signore Marino? I'm Giorgio Coletti."

"I know who you are," Ryker said dismissively. "What do you want?"

"Just wanted to say your companion is beautiful."

He didn't look at me once, everything he said directed at Ryker. It made me mad, and I crossed my arms again.

"Arms down," Ryker growled at me.

"I was wondering if she'd be accompanying you to the next club party?" Luca asked.

"She will be."

"Is she—"

"No, she is not," he hissed back, glaring at the man before us with such thunderous eyes, I was a bit scared. "And you can leave now."

Giorgio glanced at me, smirking before smiling at Ryker and leaving us alone.

"What the…?" I started. "What are you doing? What is this place?"

"Just a gentleman's club." Ryker shrugged, his eyes playfully finding mine. "Why, you like it?"

I was stewing in anger and need, but I found myself nodding, a smile sneaking onto my face.

"Good, I'm glad. I like to come here quite often. Sometimes I'll bring you with me too."

"Do… do the others bring women too?"

"Sometimes. Not always."

"Do you…?" I swallowed thickly. 

How the hell was I going to ask this? He was going to get mad, or I'd be upset by the response. I didn't want to know which was worse.

"Fuck them?" he asked, shaking his head. "No, I don't. I look. I don't touch. I only touch you."

"Okay." I exhaled with relief when another idea hit me. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Ryker asked, taking a sip of his Bellini.

"Do others get to touch me?"

"You want them to?" he asked curiously, and I blushed again. "You want that Luca to touch you, you little slut?"

I glanced around the room, hoping nobody had heard him.

"I don't know. I want you to decide."

"I will," he said, and I leaned back, glaring at him.

I knew he wasn't going to tell me.

During our bickering, I'd completely forgotten that I was almost completely naked. Now, reminded of the fact, I squirmed on the seat. Ryker just grinned.

"I'm glad you enjoy torturing me so much." I rolled my eyes.

"It's a lot of fun, tesoro."

Our food arrived, eggs royale for him and crepes for me. I dug in, sipping my own Bellini as I ate. It was incredible. The crepes were filled with something that tasted like chocolate and toasted hazelnuts on a whole different level. It was artfully decorated with cherry compote, but the portions were big. Fucking good, because I could've devoured a table full of them.

Ryker watched me eating with a spark in his eyes.

"What?" I asked, self-consciously wiping at my lips.

"Oh, nothing. I just think you're going to have a whole lot of fun today, tesoro."

"Good, I can't wait."

"You like the club? Tell me honestly, my beautiful girl. If you're uncomfortable, I'll understand. We can leave now."

I looked at him, toying with a spoon I'd dipped in the chocolate spread. 

"Hmmm," I said, pressing a finger to my lips. "I don't know."

I let the chocolate drip down my neck and onto my tits. The whole room went quiet as I smiled and pushed my tits up, licking the chocolate off them.

"I do," I said to Ryker. "I like it here very much."