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    “Is there anything else I need? I ask.
    “I’ll need to take your phone if you have one on you.”
    “My phone?”
    “Yes, we prefer that our members not have to worry about their activities being leaked to the press.”
    For that I’m grateful. I can only imagine my father’s face if the press found out about my attendance at a BDSM club. I hand my phone and purse over to the redhead and watch her as she places it in a black cupboard behind her.
    “It’ll be here when you get back.”
    “Okay, thank you.”
    The redhead leads me to a red door on the other side of the room, which I can only guess is the real entrance to the club. I shiver as a cold draft hits me when she opens it.
    “If you need anything, my name is Felicity. Feel free to come back if you would like to book a room. There are several I think you would like,” she winks.
    “I will,” I stutter.
    “Have fun.”
    Fun? She makes it sound like I’m stepping into a ball pit at McDonalds. I step through the door opening and take a turn down a red painted hallway. Toward the end of it I come face to face with a row of rooms. Several have windows covered with red curtains and others have clear glass. I reel back at the sight of a woman wearing thick black boots and a skin-tight police outfit. The spike on the heel of her boot sits pointed at the man’s privates as he lays bound and gagged on the floor.
    Holy shit . A shit-eating grin spreads across her face as he writhes on the floor. The more pressure she puts on him, the more he seems to enjoy it. I move on to the next room hoping to find my best friend, but the further I go into the club, the more hopeless I feel. If Ceci isn’t dead when I find her, she sure as hell might be before we get home.
     I quietly pass a beautiful brunette being led on a chain by a gorgeous man in a gray suit. I’m immediately drawn to the stern look that reflects in his dark blue eyes. The only shred of clothing on the brunette is the hosiery on her legs and the collar around her neck attached to a chain. It’s hard to imagine letting any man parade me around like the way he’s doing with her. Then again, he might be handsome enough to tempt me.
    I’m a few steps past them when I hear the gush of excited voices. My heart skips as I gravitate toward the sound and past a set of curtains. I arrive at a center room where a dozen or so couples surround an illuminated stage. What’s going on here? A show?
    My eyes scan the crowd of club members as I look for any sight of Ceci nearby. It isn’t until I’m all the way in the room that I spot him standing in front of a black cross on stage with a whip in his hand. The black mask surrounding his eyes is thick, but it isn’t enough to keep me from knowing the face hidden beneath it.
    My eyes rise up to the broad chest slightly hidden beneath the leather vest he wears. The matching black jeans he’s wearing ride low on his hips revealing a pleasurable sight of hair trailing down from his navel. My gaze is glued to his movements as he scans the crowd in front of him.
    It can’t be him. Can it?
    I nearly knock into someone as I blindly step closer to the stage. The closer I get to him the more I’m sure it’s him. Holy shit. Tristan Knight is at BDSM club? My heart squeezes at the strange, but arousing realization. What the hell? Tristan stalks the stage like a wild animal hunting its prey.
    “Any volunteers?” he asks.
    My body compels me forward as curiosity overwhelms me. Before anyone else has a chance, I raise my hand and walk toward him. His gaze immediately falls to me as the crowd around me parts. To my surprise, he doesn’t say anything to me. At least, not at first. Tristan reaches out to me as he helps me climb the tall steps of the stage. A warmth spreads across my skin from the touch of his fingertips wrapped around my wrist.
    It isn’t until Tristan’s touching me that I feel a strange shift in the air. He hesitates pushing me against the black