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“Do you still go there?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I’ve outgrown a lot of that—the scenes in public kind of thing. It’s not my thing anymore. Never really was something I did regularly. If I was dating someone at the time who enjoyed it, we would go.”
I bit my lip. “What kind of things did you do there?”
“Look, Melanie, I will never take you there. I haven’t been there myself in five years or so.”
“Still, I’m asking. What kind of things did you do there?”
“Those clubs aren’t for the faint of heart, sweetheart. I didn’t do anything wrong, and everything I did was fully consensual on both sides, but someone like you…”
“What do you mean, ‘someone like me’? I’m a psychotherapist, for God’s sake. You think I haven’t heard about kink?”
I hadn’t had any patients who were into kink, but I wasn’t ignorant to its existence.
“All right. Sometimes my s— er, lady and I would do a scene.”
“What do you mean by a scene?”
He let out another sigh. “The thing you need to understand about clubs like these, is they have a certain amount of members who are voyeurs. People who like to watch.”
I nodded.
“And then there are people who like to be watched.”
“And were you one of those?”
“Not overly. Sometimes I would do a scene with my woman in public. Most often I would do it in one of the private rooms. Except for when I was with…”
“Who?”
He closed his eyes. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
“I love you. I need to know about you.”
“I’m not into the club scene anymore, Melanie.”
“That doesn’t matter. It was a part of your life, and I want to know about it.”
He opened his eyes. “All right. But if you go running and screaming out of here, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Good, because if you do, I will catch you. And bring you right back into my bed.” His eyes heated me from the inside out.
“So tell me.”
“I was dating—hell, dating isn’t the right word. I was sleeping with this woman named Kerry. She was a true submissive. In fact, she wanted to be my slave.”
“Slave?”
“Yes. She wanted to be my live-in house slave, at my beck and call. She wanted me to rule over her not only in the bedroom but also in everyday life.”
I was shocked. A submissive I could understand, but a slave? “You mean there are people who do that?”
He nodded. “Lots of people enjoy it, men and women alike. I knew a couple at the club who were these everyday people. The woman was the master—or mistress, as a female is called—and the man was a high-powered orthopedic surgeon by day. At home, he was kept on a leash.”
“Wow…”
