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“Are you in the scene?”

“The ‘scene’?” I asked, mystified.

“The BDSM community. I mean, youdidcome to my club, so…”

I pondered for a few seconds before I answered.

“My interests intersect with the community… but no, I’m not in the ‘scene.’”

“Why not?”

“I have to be extremely discreet.”

“Why?”

“That’s more than one question.”

She smiled seductively. “I’ll let you ask more than one when it’s your turn. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Why do you have to be discreet?”

“My family wouldn’t exactly understand my… specific desires.”

“And what are these ‘specific desires’?”

I stared directly into her eyes. “Control.”

She didn’t look away. “Domination?”

“I guess you could call it that.”

“So you’re a Dom?” she asked.

“I don’t put a name on it.”

“What is it that – ”

“I think it’s my turn to ask the questions.”

She laughed silently, that little motion of her shoulders I found so charming. “All right.”

“Areyoua dominatrix?”

“I mean… I’ve done that in the past as part of my job, but it’s not what I enjoy.”

“What do you enjoy?”

She blushed as she stared into my eyes.

“I like being tied up,” she said quietly.

At the sight of her blushing and the whisper in her voice, I was more turned on than I had been in years.

My voice was husky as I said, “Tell me what you – ”

“No,” she interrupted. “I get to askyoua question now.”

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