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Derek turned to Sonja. “Would you like to go?”

“Sure. Munches are fun. Besides, I met Suzie at that munch.”

“We’ll be there, too, Mitch,” Derek said.

“Excellent,” Mitch replied. “I’m taking the night off. The bunch of you should be enough to cover for me. You won’t be completely on your own. Kate and Scott have already committed.”

“Don’t forget me,” Sandra said. “I’ll be there, too.”

“That’s what I like to see—members coming forward once a need is made known.” The new voice came from a beautiful Latina Sonja hadn’t seen in a long time.

Mitch jumped up to give his partner in the club a quick hug, “I’m not sure everyone here knows Elena, one of our founding members.”

Sonja whispered to Derek, “She does a touring BDSM show, so she’s not in town very often.”

The rest of the evening ended up being social rather than play. People seemed to have decided they needed to catch up with each other.

“Where are the boys, Elena?” Sonja wanted to know about her partners. She was rarely without them.

“I gave them the weekend off. We’ve been working hard on a new show, and we’re doing some classes and demos while we’re on tour.”

“What kind of classes?” Kate asked.

“I’m going to do one on fire play and another on wax play, as well as being on a panel about performing at Kinky Kollege in Chicago next month.”

Ruby said, “I’ve always wanted to try wax play. Any chance you might do a workshop here before you leave again? I volunteer to bottom for you.”

“I’ll think about it. Good to know there’s interest,” Elena replied. “I did set up a demo for tonight, though. Is anyone interested in learning about fire cupping?”

“We are,” Derek said in a strong voice.

Sonja shook her head, and Elena looked right at her. “Are you, Sonja?”

“Um, actually, I think fire is for cooking.”

Laughter erupted at that.

Derek tugged on her hair and murmured in her ear, “Brat.” He turned serious. “Do you need to use your safeword?”

“No, Sir. Could we talk first?” She batted her eyelashes at him before returning her attention to the Domme.

“I’m aware you aren’t a masochist, Sonja, but you won’t feel heat. The fire won’t touch you, and you’ll only feel the suction.” Elena spoke seriously but kindly.

“But I’ve seen the marks on people. The cups leave big bruises,” Sonja interjected.

Elena smiled. “Oh, yes, the cup will leave a mark, and depending on how long it stays on, it can last for days or even weeks. But it will not be painful. The marks are more like giant hickeys.”

Sonja turned to Derek. “Why do you want to try it?”

“Good question,” he said. “I want to try this to help you with your headaches, stiff shoulders, and sore back. It’s a two-thousand-year-old treatment, babygirl, and Elena has a lot of experience with it, no doubt.”

The Domme nodded. “I do, and your Dom is right. Actually, it’s like an inverse massage. You’ll feel the suction and some warmth from the rim of the cup but no pain or burning.”

Sonja chewed her bottom lip then nodded her agreement. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Someone had set up a massage table from one of the upstairs rooms on the center stage, and Derek led Sonja there. He pressed his mouth to hers and worshipped her with his lips and tongue. Sonja relaxed against him while he undid her dress. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the entire clubdressed in only her red thong, but Derek’s appreciative gaze wiped out all conscious thought.

He helped her up the table, and Elena said in a soft but clear voice, “Lie down on your belly.”

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