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eyebrow of his again.
Like he didn’t like my flippant tone.
    Tough . I eyed him down, challenging him to correct me. In my
career I was a force to be reckoned with and few wanted to come up
against me.
    “ Are you wet?”
    I stopped breathing. My
mouth opened then closed. Touché . I gave him this round. I’d
never been around a man that was so bold, confident and
commanding.
    As the silence stretched between us, his
eyes darkened.
    Concentrating, I exhaled. “What’s the point
of this?”
    Being defensive was a lot easier than
admitting to this man or myself how soaked my panties were from
watching the woman being taken through her paces.
    “ Let me ask you a simpler
question. Why are you at Bondage Seekers?” He moved away, going to
the instruments on the wall and lightly touching each tool, one at
a time. However, regardless of what his body was doing, his gaze
never left mine, as if he were searching for something in me .
    Watching him, I said, “My friend is in the
lifestyle.”
    “ And?” His feet stopped,
but his hands stroked along the length of a whip.
    “ And that’s
it.”
    “ I believe my question was
why did you come
here.”
    This man was frustrating. I wanted to stomp
my foot into the floor, but I restrained myself. “I told you
already.”
    “ What you told me is
something about your friend, nothing about your personal
motivation. If she is in the lifestyle she could have come alone or
with someone else in the lifestyle, another friend...”
    I didn’t want to tell him he was correct.
Stephanie, our friend from college only lived twenty minutes from
Greenville and could have met Adrienne here. Stephanie was wild and
courageous enough that she would have come in a blink with
Adrienne. Probably had a great time, too. Instead, I’d told
Adrienne I’d come with her. I did put her off for almost a month
before I let her pick a date to visit.
    “ I don—”
    “ Yes, you do.” He cut me
off as he moved on to the next item, a leather paddle. “Don’t try
and figure out a perfect answer in your head, listen to your
body.”
    My body? What was it with this man? “What do
you mean?”
    “ I can only assume that
your friend didn’t allow you to come here completely ignorant of
what goes on. Over the years she must have told you about what goes
on in the community—sessions and scenes. Things that have happened
to her during play.”
    “ Yes…and?”
    Pausing again, he brushed his fingers
through the multiple straps of what Adrienne had told me was called
a flogger. The same thing the man had used on the woman I’d
watched. My heart kicked up and I found myself following this man’s
hand movement.
    Smiling, he lifted the flogger off the hook
and moved toward me. “How did you respond when she’d talk about her
experiences?” He leaned toward me, the flogger held between our
bodies, and whispered, “Did your body start to tingle in the same
areas she discussed? Your nipples tighten? Your body become
warm?”
    I was finding it hard to breathe. My head
was spinning at his seductive words. I had been more captivated by
Adrienne’s stories than I’d ever shared with my friends. Over the
years, I’d found myself asking Adrienne about the events of
different her outings. Every Saturday afternoon I’d find time to
call Adrienne in Texas and ask her about what happened on her
Friday play night.
    “ Tell me, did you imagine
yourself doing the things she did?”
    “ No.” The word broke from
my mouth as I took a step back from him and the item he held.
Telling him the truth I continued, “Tigger’s stories
were…interesting. I’m not sure why I wanted to know. However, my
friend is a little more adventurous and her tolerance for pain is
pretty high. I never saw myself doing the things she
did.”
    Using the handle of the flogger, he touched
the curve of my shoulder and dragged it down my arm, caressing me
with it. “But, you did in the other room.”
    My gaze snapped to his.
    “