Page 72 of Unexpected Hero

“Don’t fight me on this. I’m taking you grocery shopping. End of story. Eat your dinner.”

“Awfully bossy of you.” A sultry grin spreads across her lips. “Is that Dominant James coming out?”

With a shake of my head, I roll my eyes. “No. It’s a concerned friend coming out.”

“Fine. We can talk about the trip to the store later. Back to the club thing. I have questions.”

“Shoot.”

“If I’m in the reception area, what kind of things can I expect to see?”

“While you’re up there, not all that much. When members enter, they’re fully clothed. It’ll feel like any other reception-type job, I’d imagine. Just more relaxed.”

“And when I’m not in the lobby area?”

“You’ll see lots of things.”

“Like?”

“Depends on the parts of the club you’re in.”

“What parts are there?”

“The main room is sort of a casual area. Then there are aftercare rooms, locker rooms, and showers. There are areas for specific kinks like water stuff or littles play. And about a dozen private rooms.”

She nods, taking it all in like a sponge. “What’s the main room like?”

“Mostly, members mingle and talk in there. What they wear or don’t wear runs the gamut. Some have sex, but nothing too extreme in terms of kink. Some people stay in that room during their entire visit. But for others, it’s a chance to find someone with similar interests and agree to a more intense or personalized scene.”

Her brilliant blue eyes sparkle, and she licks her lower lip. “A scene?”

Fuck. She’s so green.

“That’s whatever type of situation — sexual or otherwise — they want to take part in.”

“Can you give me some examples?”

She’s killing me here.

“Well, there are all kinds of kinks, so the scenes depend on what they’re into. Some are into bondage or voyeurism and exhibitionism. Some like public humiliation. Others might want a group experience or the incorporation of mechanical implements. You’ve got wax, blood play, water sports, and electrical impulses. Some want pain or impact play, and with that, there are tons of options.”

Try as I might to stop, I visualize myself doing everything to her as the explanation continues. All of it. Even the shit I’m not into.

She jumps in, eagerly asking, “Spankings, whips, and stuff like that?”

“Among other things.”

Her breath seems to pick up, judging by the movement of her breasts. Up and down. Up and down.

Fucking hell.

I drag my palm over my face, forcing away my arousal. It would be easier to control this if she wasn’t hungry for information. A part of me hoped she would be immediately turned off. It would’ve proved she’s not a good fit for me.

Sadly, that’s not happening.

“And people just do all these things with whoever is in there able to see them?”

“Not all those things. The main room is usually a bit tamer.”

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