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“Why not? I’m a big girl. I can handle pain.”
The girl had a lot to learn.
And I was the man who wanted to teach her.
“I’m a good judge of character, Alexandra, and you’re not ready.”
“Why not?” She wasn’t exactly defiant, more curious than anything.
I was surprised that not only had I never been asked that before, but I wasn’t entirely certain of the answer. As I contemplated what to say, she never blinked.
“Because what you’ve obviously read about the lifestyle is only partially the truth. Because it’s not something to be taken or entered into lightly. I won’t forbid you in the future, just not now.”
“The lifestyle is about giving up control, right?”
“For one party in the relationship, yes. Sometimes our couples switch.”
She narrowed her eyes. “One becomes the top when she was the bottom?”
“Yes. It can also apply to a man as well. Many powerful men who reign over multimillion-dollar companies during the day prefer to surrender to their mistress at night.” The innocence of her questions was far too enticing.
“Do you… I mean are you…”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I’ve never been interested in being a bottom. I’m far too controlling.”
“Oh. I can see that. I may not know you very well, but I can tell you’re a powerful man.” Her face blossomed into another lovely shade of pink. “So am I allowed to see the club?”
“Absolutely.” I took a sip of my drink, then placed it on the table before rising to my feet. A part of me was excited that she’d made the request. While I’d once considered the costumes Ginger had selected overkill, seeing the festive attire on Alexandra gave it new appeal.
“By the way, I like Ginger,” she said absently as I led her from my office, determining which rooms I wanted her to see. The last thing I wanted to happen was to scare her off. Even though I’d been advised in several languages against sharing even a single experience with her, I had the distinct feeling I would eventually ignore my own good advice.
“She’s been an excellent find.”
“She’s sharp and very organized. How many members do you have?”
“Close to two thousand, although only a few hundred are active at any given time.”
“Wow. So many men into kink.”
Chuckling, I decided the tamer the better tonight, leading her down two flights of stairs. “We have dozens of female members, Alexandra. At least half have never participated in any activities behind these walls.” I noticed every time I used her full name, she shuddered visibly.
“Then why pay an ungodly sum of money? A million dollars a year?”
She’d been doing her homework. “Prestige.”
“Plus, I bet it’s a good place to do business as well as to show off. Do you have a special keycard or emblem the members can use to brag?”
I pulled out my wallet, tugging on my personal membership card. When I handed it to her, I gauged her reaction, the way the corners of her mouth upturned as she rolled the tip of her index finger across the C and S in the center.
“A black card with gold initials. No phone number. No member number. Impressive.”
I opened the door to the floor, guiding her in before answering. “The chip imbedded in the card provides all the information needed. That eliminates imposters.”
“Do you have many of those?”
“You’d be surprised how many times someone has attempted to infiltrate the organization.”
“Why?” She glanced up at me.
