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“Fancy you as you are. Don’t give a fuck about stupid names.”

That put me in my place, I only hoped he’d continue the momentum upstairs.

The Explicit crowd were out in force. I eyed Rebecca—MistressRaven—in an instant, perched on a high stool at the bar with a possessive hand on Cara’s backside. They were laughing with Tyson and Trixie, Sergeant, Lilith and Devon, too.

“Know these people, yeah?” Callum grunted.

I nodded. “I’ve been coming for two years, I know pretty much everyone.”

“What shit goes on here?”

“It’s a BDSM club. This here is the main floor, where most of the hanging out happens. Main stage gets a bit of action, if couples want to play for the crowd. There’s a chill-out room behind, but, really, it’s not so chilled out.” I pointed to the far corner. “Toilets are over that way, men’s, women’s and anybody’s. Oh, but be careful... there’s a wet room there too, but I, um, wouldn’t recommend you venture in there.”

“Why not? People all nude, like?”

“People are nude pretty much everywhere in this place,” I laughed. “But the wet room is something else altogether. It’s, um, popular for piss play.”

“Piss play? Like actual piss? For real?”

“For real.” Memories of Masque flooded my senses, his filthy fucking tastes dancing through my mind. “It’s not really my bag. Some people here are into it, though.”

“What is your bag?” he asked, eyes still fixed in the direction of the wet room.

“I like to play in scenes, general pain play, stuff like that. Down to the left are the play rooms. They’re full of equipment; racks, and benches and suspension hooks, that kind of thing. People use them in couples or groups, whatever they fancy. Most rooms are open for public viewing. They have windows, so you can play or watch, join in sometimes too if people are up for company. Playroom four is private, the only private space in the club. We can start there if you like? Later, I mean.”

I had his attention. “You want us to fuck? In here?”

“I was hoping you would too.”

“Shit.” He brushed his hands through his hair. “I dunno. Never been nowhere like this before.”

I risked stepping closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I want you to fuck me here, Callum, this is my place. I belong here.”

He was weighing it up, I could feel it. His arm landed on my shoulder, fingers trailing down my skin. “See how we go, yeah? I wanna fuck you, just ain’t sure about here.”

I smiled. “No rush. Let’s get you acquainted.”

I led the way through the club, soaking in the familiar ambience. No sign of Masque. No sign of Cain or Diva, either, but the night was still young in Explicit terms. I took a breath before leading us up to the bar. The neon lights lent everyone an electric blue glow, making them appear even more striking in their fetish ensembles. Cara nudged Rebecca and she spun on her stool, smile wide. She looked fucking awesome, as usual, a crazy mane of red-black curls tumbling down her back, cat-flick liner full and dark around her eyes.

“Baby!” she pulled me in for a kiss, full on the mouth. “I’m so fucking glad you came.”

“This is Callum,” I smiled, stepping aside for introductions.

Her smile was warm, without reservation. “I’m Raven, heard so much about you.” She pulled Cara close. “And this little minx is my girlfriend, Cara. Glad you could make it. Missy’s been away too bloody long.”

She held out a hand, bright red fingernails poised in mid-air. Callum took it reluctantly, giving her a solid shake before stuffing his hands back in his pockets. I saw his eyes hover on Raven’s arms. She was inked from wrist to shoulder, swirls of birds and flowers and brightly coloured stars vying for attention.

“Nice tats,” he said.

“Thanks. Work at a studio in Camden, Black Hearts. My ex Jaz runs the place.”

“You an artist?” I watched his eyes light up in a way I’d never seen before. It made my stomach flutter.

“Ever since I was big enough to hold a crayon in my fingers. Canvas before skin, mainly skin now, though.”

“I paint. Street.”

“Reputation precedes you,” she grinned. “I’m involved in the scene, a little. Run some of the street art tours round Camden in the summer. Ain’t a lot of it that’s a patch on your work, though. ”

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