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it didn’t seem to bother Ross—just the opposite—why should she worry? She was what she was, and diet didn’t enter her vocabulary. She ate sensibly and that was it.
    Ross walked to the far end of a softly lit corridor and waited until she reached him. “Up ourselves or what, but through this door are our private rooms—rooms that are strictly used by a selected few people only, and ones we never share. I was lucky enough to be given one.”
    “Is that normal, Sir?”
    His smile gave Shane a soft, tingly sensation, and made her wetter to the extent she knew damn well if he glanced down it’d be easily visible on her thighs. If one look did that, heaven help her if they ever did play. She’d need wringing out.
    “Define normal.”
    He had a point.
    “Do many clubs do that? Give rooms to one person only?”
    Ross shrugged. “I’ve no idea. This is all down to the lady you want to meet, and her buddy. Jess and Kath decided we need our own dungeons, because sometimes being the boss or whatever means no peace for the wicked. You’d come to play and be stopped to give advice or have people wanting to watch, that you’d not even get started before it was time to stop. Because none of us only want to be able to play on the nights the club is closed, unless we want to scene in public, we created this area. There’s another stair from the control room corridor as well, so we have the option to bypass the club. My room has been little used lately. My last sub and I parted ways—amicably, I may add—a few months ago, before we really got into a Dom/sub relationship. We found we worked better as friends. She’s pretty busy with her job, so we don’t see that much of her. Before you ask, if I have needed a sub for a demo, Connie has obliged, but that’s it. Who knows, now you might do it for me.”
    “I’ll be back in Freo.”
    Not if I have my way, you won’t. “Maybe. Maybe not. So, kitten, would you like to see my dungeon? Then we’ll do the public ones.” Why had he decided to do what most people would say was the suicidal way round? Because he wanted her to know him and his ways first and foremost. Then if it was an ‘oh, no, not in a million years’, he’d give her the tamer view, before showing her to her bedroom.
    “You know, I think I would.” She sounded surprised, as if she hadn’t known she was going to say that. “Sir.”
    Ross tapped her on the nose. “Remembered just in time, eh, kitten?”
    “Yup, it’s alien to me. The only Sir I remember is the stupid sodding classics teacher at uni, and why I had to take a module in classics, God only knows. I was studying politics. Anyway, Sir, lead on.”
    Amused by her ramblings, her out and out challenge of everything they did plus her unexpected acceptance of what they were doing, Ross mentally laughed and swiped his thumb over the pad by the door handle.
    The click as the lock disengaged was loud in the quiet corridor, and Shane jumped. “Is this where you do the ‘come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly’ bit?”
    “Maybe my room is your room?” Ross said as he stood back to let her precede him into his dungeon. “Or make yourself at home.”
    “Ha, I don’t think comfortable is what you have in mind in here—not in the conventional sense anyway.” She walked passed Ross and stopped dead, before she turned around, arms spread wide. The pose exposed every inch and cranny of her, and Ross swallowed as his body tightened as he admired all of her.
    Shane giggled and curtseyed. Her self-consciousness about her nakedness seemed to be a thing of the past. “Sh…sugarooney.”
    He hadn’t heard that expression of astonishment for years, but he could well echo it.
    Shane pointed toward the narrow bed with its firm mattress and carved wooden fittings situated at the rear of the room. “Nice one. But I bet it’s not for sleeping on.”
    “You can if you want. I prefer to use it for orgasm denial.”
    “Oh, blimey. I don’t have