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bring some kink into her relationship with her husband during the last ten years of their marriage. Everything she tried was an utter failure—even when she’d attempted to bottom for him. He’d looked at her lying there in cuffs with her hands above her head as though she’d lost her mind. So yeah, she got it. 
    “Come with me. I’ll give you a tour. We’ll see what you think after you’ve seen everything.”
    He stayed a few feet behind her as they returned to where they’d started. “On the first floor, we have plenty of seating areas, a stage for demonstrations, a dance floor, and a bar.” Katrina pointed each out as she went, but she stumbled when she glanced over at the bar. Brandon was not alone.
    Not wanting to draw attention to her discomfort, Katrina made her way over to the bar with Drew in tow. Brandon smiled when they approached. Ryan had an almost predatory look in his eye, and it only reinforced her decision to put some distance between them.
    “This is Brandon. He’s in charge of the bar most nights. And this is Ryan. He’s one of our members.”
    Completely contrary to how Drew had acted with her, he addressed both Brandon and Ryan directly. “Drew Parker. Nice to meet you.”
    Ryan continued to stare Drew down, but he either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it.
    Brandon wiped his fingers on a towel and extended his hand to Drew. “I hope Katrina isn’t giving you too hard a time.”
    “It’s my job to keep all you boys in line, didn’t you know?” she said.
    Brandon chuckled.
    Ryan remained stoic.
    Drew kept silent as well.
    Smirking, Katrina continued with her explanation of how the bar worked, ignoring Ryan and his attitude. “Drinks are available until half an hour before the club closes. You’re allowed either two mixed drinks or one hard liquor serving per night. After that, you are restricted to non-alcoholic beverages. Any questions?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “Drinks are paid with your membership card. At the end of the month, you’ll get a summary of your drinks along with the cost. We try to keep the cost of drinks reasonable, but if you have any questions, just ask.”
    “I don’t usually drink much, so I don’t think that will be a problem,” Drew said.
    Katrina didn’t comment, although it was tempting. Most of their members had been practicing the lifestyle in one form or another for years before joining the club. Their prior experience deadened the shock value of seeing subs kneeling at their Master’s and Mistress’ feet, or being draped over their laps and spanked. Newbies typically needed some time to adjust to the sights in the club, and many turned to liquid courage. Who knew—maybe Drew Parker would be the exception.
    Saying farewell to Brandon and Ryan, Katrina guided Drew up the stairs to the second floor. “Up here are the playrooms. Each room is equipped with a Saint Andrew’s cross, a padded table, ceiling beams with anchored rigging for suspension, and a variety of whips, floggers, and other impact toys. Members are asked to bring their own insertables, as well as anything that would have direct contact with bodily fluids. The only exception to that is for medical play. We do have a few items that are available upon request that can be sterilized after use since they’re metal.”
    She turned around to find him staring into one of the rooms. His face was unreadable.
    “Any questions so far?” she asked.
    “No. It’s just. . . more than I expected, I guess.”
    They walked farther down, and she showed him the remaining nine rooms. Each was set up in a similar fashion, although two were arranged with masochists in mind. Nearly every implement in there inflicted a fair amount of pain. The other rooms had items that caused pain as well, but these two went above and beyond.
    “There’s always a dungeon monitor on duty up here—usually two—during club hours. If you have a question about anything on this floor, find one of