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they were obviously a couple.
    Kyan kissed the backs and palms of both her hands and she slid easily to her knees at his side, as if she’d been there a hundred times, a thousand times.
    “This is my Julia,” Kyan said, petting the woman’s hair as he introduced her to Sophie.
    This might have been one of the strangest experiences Sophie had ever had.
    “Julia, this is Sophie. She’s new here so I’m just showing her around. Are Martin and Cassandra ready?” he asked Julia.
    “Yes, Sir,” she said.
    “One of the members’ wives broke a very important club rule,” he said to Sophie. “Her husband has asked me to deal with her punishment as he’s not experienced enough with the cane. It will be a lesson for both of them. Would you like to witness her punishment or shall I leave you with Julia?” he asked.
    She swallowed, her pussy already swollen, her clit throbbing at that one word again. “I’d like to watch,” she found herself saying.
    He nodded. After talking with another man who took Julia with him, Kyan led her once again up the stairs to the private rooms. “We’ll need Martin’s permission for you to observe, but I don’t think it will be a problem,” he said.
    “Do you… punish… women often?” she asked as they climbed the stairs.
    “From time to time, but only if I’m requested to by their husbands or partners.”
    “Is Julia your wife?” she asked.
    “Yes,” he said. “My wife and my slave.”
    Slave.
    “She looked very happy,” Sophie said.
    “I hope she is. I love her very much and want her happiness, as any loving husband would for his wife,” he said.
    Something lurched in her belly and the arousal she’d been feeling was replaced by a cold, heavy weight. She paused on the stairs.
    “Are you all right?” Kyan asked.
    She could barely meet his eyes. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel well all of a sudden,” she said.
    “Let’s find you a seat,” he said, taking her arm.
    She looked at him. “No, it’s okay. I think I’ll just go. I forgot to eat dinner,” she said. That was true, she hadn’t eaten yet. She’d been too anxious about the night. “I’m probably just hungry.”
    “I’ll get you something to eat. Come,” he said, but she stopped him.
    “No, I’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll be late. I’ll just grab my coat out of your office,” she said.
    “Shall I walk you out at least?”
    “No. I’m sorry; I don’t want to be any trouble. You’ve done so much already.”
    He nodded, his expression one of pure concern. “I’ll make sure they let you in,” he said, studying her. “Would you please call me later or e-mail me at least to let me know you’re all right?” he asked.
    She nodded, his kindness only making her feel worse. “I will. Thank you,” she said, reaching out to take his hand and squeezing it. “You’ve been so kind and really, I don’t deserve it.” Her eyes reddened. Again.
    He only watched her for a moment. “If you need anything at all, Sophie, anything…”
    She nodded and quickly retraced her steps. In his office, she gathered her coat and left, choosing to walk home instead of taking the tram even though a heavy rain-soaked Amsterdam.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Over the next few days, Sophie tried to busy herself with the house, trying in some strange way to make up for her betrayal of Michael by her attendance at the club. She’d memorized Kyan’s mobile number and had started countless e-mails to him, but had sent none, not even one to tell him she’d made it home.
    She’d lied to Michael that last night they’d made love. It wasn’t that she couldn’t orgasm easily; it was just she needed more now. Since the nights at the club, she’d masturbated countless times, imagining Rebecca as she was bent over the back of the chair, seeing the crop come down on her ass, clenching her own cheeks as she fantasized that it was she who was bent over the chair, Michael holding the crop while a stranger watched from