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My phone alerts, and I pull it out of my pocket to a message from Adam.
Thinking about our chat tonight. Call me any time.
Adam thinks I should tell my father to go fuck himself. I privately agree. I can’t believe that bastard betrayed me like that. Only he doesn’t see it as a betrayal, does he?
“Whatever’s good for business.”
Is that how my father stays warm at night? By sitting up and counting his money?
It all seems so pointless now.
I gave up everything for that asshole. I gave upthem. And for what?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
How many times can a person’s world tilt on its axis until it ceases to exist?
Adam says I should return home to my lovers, but there’s no home to be had.
After everything I’ve done and all the pain I’ve caused JJ, how can I go back and tell them I was wrong? How can I beg for their forgiveness, and tell them everything I was brought up to believe was a lie?
I can’t. Which leaves me exactly one place. Where I was before. Alone.
A door to a brick building opens before me, and I jerk to a halt when a gaggle of scantily clad women and leather-bound men come tumbling out onto the sidewalk.
One of the women is wearing a collar.
It’s almost identical to Julia’s.
I look over my shoulder until I see the street sign, then turn back around to search the door. There’s nothing obvious, no bright lights or neon signs, but in a tasteful plaque regressed into the siding reads the words Madam Maxine’s.
It’s a dungeon. I know because JJ are members. I never went there with them and only found out about their membership after I crawled into their bed. But we’d been talking about going.
A lot.
It’s a kink club—a BDSM play group where all of your wildest fantasies can come true.
Another couple slips out the door, this one in jeans and t-shirts.
We looked at their website online together. The club mainly caters to couples, but it’s not unheard of to go in alone. Or at least, I would assume, since they sell a singles membership.
Anyone is welcome to watch, but you must go through steps to participate: questionnaires and background testing. Safety protocols just like I did before I started sleeping with JJ.
There are other places in the city where you can just walk in off the street, but Maxine’s caters to a higher clientele.
“Coming in?” someone asks me, and I clear my head and look at the man who has stopped outside with his hand on the door—well dressed and wearing ankle boots. It seems there’s no dress code required, at least.
“I’m thinking about it,” I admit, checking out the woman on his arm.
“You should,” she sasses, openly looking me up and down. “You’d do well here,” she encourages.
“Maybe if she’s bad I’ll let you spank her,” he encourages, and his companion blushes before looking down at her feet.
I dip my chin and smile at them, watching from outside as they make their way into the building.
I don’t want to do the spanking.
