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“Another four rooms.”
“Bedrooms?”
“No. Three of them will be private rooms.” Toby gestured to the open space around them. “This will be for those guests who don’t mind having an audience.”
“‘An audience’? To what?”
Toby folded his arms. “What do you think will be going on in here?”
Butch laughed. “No need to be coy with me. I saw those drawings you had done. And I’m not talking about the blueprints. You know, the ones showing what it’s gonna look like in here? All those benches? Whips hanging on the walls? Hooks in the beams?”
“When did you see those?”
“I came up to the house a couple of weeks ago to speak to the boss, and they were lyin’ on the dining table. So… I peeked.” He frowned. “Who does stuff like that?”
“They were drawn by a friend in San Francisco. He does a lot of gay erotic art most of the time, but he jumped at the chance to show me how it could look.”
Butch squared his shoulders. “Yeah, well, they told me everything I need to know.”
“Yeah? And what did they tell you, specifically?”
“That people who indulge in this stuff are kinky as fuck, and they like pain.”
Toby’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay, I have no problem with your first assumption—wearekinky, no doubt about that—but as for the second? Don’t believe everything you read or see. Personally? I don’t get off on inflicting pain, although I know plenty of guys who do.”
“So what gets you off?”
“Freeing people.”
“From what?”
Toby shrugged. “Whatever’s on their mind. I help them to let go.”
Butch stilled. Letting go…I could do with a little of that.
“But how? How do you do that?”
Toby pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen, scrolled for a moment, then held it out for Butch to see. On the screen was a naked man, his body covered in an intricate pattern of rope that bound him as he knelt. His head wasn’t visible, however.
Butch inclined his head toward the phone. “Does this guy know you’re showing him to folks?”
Toby smiled. “Good question. And yes, he does. This was taken in my apartment in San Francisco, and I asked his permission to show it as an example of what I do. That’s why I cut his head out of the shot. Plus, there’s nothing else in the photo to identify him.”
“Protecting his privacy. I like that.” He knew nothing about such things, but he guessed that had to be an important part of it. He took a closer look. “Who is he?” Butch couldn’t get over how peaceful he appeared.
“Someone who needed to hand over control to someone else for a while.”
“And he just let you tie him up?”
Toby chuckled. “It’s called Shibari, and if you really want to know more, I could give you a few links that you might find interesting.”
“Not sure I like the idea of losing control.”
“There has to be trust.”
Butch snorted. “Yeah, I’d believe that.” He couldn’t explain why Toby’s quietly-spoken words made something quiver in his belly, but he didn’twantto know why.
He pointed to the dark hallway. “So… the private rooms are for when guestsdon’twanna be seen?”
