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led her down the hallway to a door at the far end.
    Molly stared around her in open-mouthed amazement, not just at the opulence but at the hushed tones, the people moving as quietly as they might at any other private club.
    She nearly tripped as he ushered her into what looked like a high class restaurant and they followed the hostess to a table against a glass wall.
    Nick grinned at her when they were seated. “What were you expecting, people chained to the wall and muscle men with bullwhips?”
    Molly felt heat rush to her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ve just never—”
    “Been to a place like this.” He reached across the table and took both of her hands in his. “I’m glad you haven’t, Molly. I want this to be special between us. To be a real relationship. I don’t ever want you sharing this with anyone else. There are people who come here simply for the playing. That’s not what I want for us.”
    “How long have you been coming here?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know but it was important to learn everything about him.
    He waited a moment before answering. “More than ten years. I had an excellent mentor who made me feel good about my sexual preferences and taught me what it means to be a good Dom.”
    She glanced idly through the window and her body tensed. Below them were two rooms with what were apparently retractable ceilings. Tonight they were open and there was a couple in each room.
    “People have their choice of private or public rooms,” Nick explained. “These rooms can be open for viewing for those people who are more stimulated by performing for others. Or by watching.”
    In one room a woman was kneeling on a padded table on her hands and knees. Her hands were manacled together in front of her and the thin collar around her neck was tethered to the table with a leash long enough to give her room to move her head. Molly stared, fascinated, as a naked man moved behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass with 36
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    one hand and with the other squeezed a line of lubricant in the exposed cleft.
    He tossed the tube aside, then with two thick fingers began massaging the lube into the woman’s rectum, stroking her rear channel. Rather than pull away from him, the woman moved her hips back against his hand, as if urging him on.
    Apparently satisfied that she was fully prepared, the man lifted a butt plug from a bench next to the table. The device had a thin tube of plastic trailing from it ending in a bulb. He pressed the tip against the woman’s anus, then slowly inserted it. When it was fully seated, he began squeezing the bulb.
    Even at this distance Molly could see the woman responding, rocking back and forth on her knees, pushing against the pressure.
    “That’s an inflatable plug,” Nick explained. “It serves two purposes because it can be gradually expanded. For a woman who’s never been fucked in the ass, it expands the channel gradually so she can more easily take a man’s cock for the first time. It’s also good to keep that delicious tunnel stretched so the woman is always ready for the man to fuck her there.”
    Molly looked at him. “Do you like to do that?”
    His voice was low and thick when he answered her. “You can’t know how much I want to fuck your delectable ass, Molly. How much I want to restrain you, lick your cunt until you scream for release and slide my cock into your well-prepared dark hole.”
    Molly squeezed her legs together, feeling her cunt ripple and juices drip onto her thighs. When she raised her eyes to Nick, he had a knowing look on his face. His hand crept under the table to rest on her thigh.
    “Would you like something cold to drink, Mr. Trajan?” A waiter with a completely blank expression on his face stood next to the table.
    Nick nodded. “Sparkling water for both of us. The club forbids alcohol,” he explained when the waiter moved away. “People can lose control too easily. Now.” His fingers dragged the hem of her dress