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A posse of frat guys came in, and I pulled my hand out of Barry’s. I liked pain, but not six frat guys’ worth of it, and I didn’t want Barry to get into a fight with them just because he was being nice to me. Not after I’d already been a massive asshole to him and everyone else tonight.
“I like it when they hate it,” I said. “What do you not understand about that?” I’d explained as much back at the club. I knew he’d heard me.
“You might like this kind of pain too.”
I rolled my eyes. “What? Some old leather daddy wielding a crop and telling me to giddy-up?”
“More like a handsome thirty-four-year-old tying you down and whipping you until you cry and beg, and even then not stopping.”
I swallowed. That didn’t sound like a bad time. “But he’d like it, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t hate himself while hurting me.” Ishrugged. “Ultimately that’s my kink.That’swhat I like best.”
Barry gazed at me solemnly. “Do you like it when they hatethemselvesfor wanting you? Or when they hateyoufor making them want you?”
I sucked at the milkshake again, the cold, thick liquid sliding down my throat. I glanced over to where some of the frat guys had taken a table near us. They were talking about game stats for some sport, I wasn’t even sure which one, but at least they weren’t paying us any attention at all.
“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I like both.”
“What if you could have ungodly amounts of pain? So much that you hatethemfor giving it to you? Or you feel like theymusthate you to be dishing it out so hard?”
I rolled my eyes again. “What do you know about pain?”
“Before I met Robert, I had a Dom for a while. He’s the one who trained Luke, the guy I’d like you to meet.”
I sputtered. “You had a Dom?You?” I’d never imagined Barry like that. He was big and broad, and always strong and in charge. I couldn’t visualize him submitting to anyone, much less letting them hurt him.
“His name was Jerome, and he was damn good at what he did. It didn’t last long. I discovered I wasn’t into it. Shortly after I ended things with him, I started working on the cruise ship.”
“Where you met Robert.” Suddenly I wondered. “Doeshespank you? Bust your ass?”
“Robert wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t he?”
Robert—or rather his alter-ego Renée—had spanked me plenty of times as a titillating part of her drag act at Tilt-a-Whirl. She called me her Naughty Boy and cracked her hand on my ass until I cried. I always loved the pain of it, and the humiliation of it too. Sometimes it was exactly what I needed to keep my head fromgoing to bad places.
But I couldn’t imagine Barry being into that.
He snorted. “Only if he wanted his own ass busted.”
“Anddoeshe?” I was fascinated. This was much better than talking about what I needed and how I should get it.
“Sometimes. Look, Minty, I want you to at least meet with Luke. Do an interview.”
I smirked. “Is that like an audition? Would he whip me and see if I looked pretty enough when I cry?”
“No. He’s a professional.”
“What’s that mean?”
“He’d review the kinks he offers and see what, if any, you want to try, and which, if any, you want to strike from the plate of options. He’d ask you to fill out some questionnaires and talk to him about your sexual history, what you like about pain, and when you like it the most. When you don’t want it at all. He’d be thorough. He’d likely have you sign a contract with him.”
“A contract?” I asked, stupidly.
“It’s not especially typical for people in the BDSM world to have actual written contracts, but in a situation like this—where you’re both strangers from the start—it can make it easier to jump right to the pain play.”
Pain play.I chewed my lip, thinking it over.
