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I sped through the rooms that were more about exhibitionism and vanilla sex –

Until I finally came to the BDSM area.

There were large, wooden, X-shaped structures where naked men and women were bound by their ankles and wrists.

A few were in wooden stocks like medieval prisoners. Others knelt on the ground with leashes tied around their necks.

In another room, naked men crouched on all fours before leather-clad women who flogged them with multi-stranded whips.

I didn’t really care for any of it –

Until I entered a room where a woman was suspended from the ceiling by ropes tied around her body.

The lights from the ceiling oscillated between red and blue, turning her skin from crimson to sapphire.

I stood there, transfixed –

And for the first time since I’d entered the club, I found myself getting turned on.

“Do you like bondage?” a male voice called out in English, yelling to be heard over the electronic club music.

I turned and came face to face with one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen.

He was Asian – Korean, if I had to guess – and he wore a suit and tie.

He reminded me of my captor who had tied me up when I was 16.

I blushed furiously and blurted out, “I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are,” he said with a smile. Not leering, just playful.

I was confused until I realized he was making a play on words. ‘Fine’ as in ‘hot.’

I blushed even more and turned away from him.

“I work here, so if there’s anything you want, just let me know,” he said, then strolled away.

My entire body tensed up.

Two sides warred within me:

The ‘good girl’ who knew she shouldn’t be within a dozen miles of this place –

And the ‘bad’ part of me that wanted something desperately.

Something that I’d never been allowed to have.

“Wait!” I called out.

The man turned around and looked back at me with a calm smile. “Yes?”

I froze for a second –

And then, surprising myself, I yelled over the music, “Can we go someplace quiet?”

“Of course.”

He took my hand and led me out of the room.

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