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He accepts the clothespin. His other hand holds the end of a string that seems to run through the other clothespins.
“Would you like to do the unzipping?” he asks.
I wave “no” with both my hands. “I’m just here to return the clothespin.”
Quickly, I make my way back to the table and take a good guzzle of the water that has just been placed there. Maybe I shouldn’t wait till I’m actually twenty-one to try alcohol.
“What did he say?” Darren asked.
“He asked me if I wanted to do the unzipping?” I reply.
“You didn’t want to?”
“I don’t even know what he’s talking about.”
“Watch.”
The man applies the clothespin I gave him by pinching the flesh of her belly. He asks the woman a question. She nods. A second later, she’s screaming as he yanks the string and pulls off all the clothespins.
“Oh my God,” I gasp.
Darren stares at me. Hard. “This your first time in a BDSM club?”
I turn my widened eyes to him. “Um, hell yeah.”
How many people does he know who can answer that question negatively? This is crazy. Darren is casually sitting here like we’re in a coffee shop. What made him think I had any experience with BDSM whatsoever?
“You know anything about BDSM?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“You must have read about it. I’m told it’s a popular genre for women.”
“I don’t get around to reading a lot of fiction. Even if I did, I don’t think I’d pick up a book with BDSM in it.”
“Why not?”
“Because…why would I want to read about pain?”
“Because it’s sexy.”
I cock a brow to show my skepticism.
“Why else do you think people do it?” he returns.
“I can think of better ways to get off than resorting to pain.”
“How do you know until you’ve tried it?”
“It just seems…wrong.”
“Part of its appeal.” He leans over the table. “I won’t say there aren’t people who play for the wrong reasons, people who have deep psychological wounds that they’re reliving through BDSM, but for the rest of us, it’s just fun.”
My breath catches in my chest. “So you’re a…participant of BDSM?”
He gazes intensely into my eyes, like he’s trying to dig up something. “Not just a participant. I’m a hardcore fan.”
“Oh.” As I process how I feel about this revelation, I ask, “How long have you, um, been a participant?”
