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They sat close, their thighs pressed together and shoulders touching. Given the nature of the club, having Seth on his lap wouldn’t be an issue. However, the chances of Seth’s comfort level having reached that point yet was doubtful. Still, Malcolm was proud at how far Seth had come. He’d been reticent about public displays of affection the last time they’d been at the club, but he’d barely batted an eyelash on this trip.

Malcolm mused that Seth’s increasing acceptance of himself and his sexuality had contributed to his ease of them being together as a couple out in the open.

Seth finished his last strawberry then took a long pull on his straw. “Ooh, brain freeze.”

Malcolm chuckled. “Slow down.”

“Yeah, definitely.” He took a smaller sip then set his glass down. “So…what was it you were going to tell me about figging? Sounds weird.”

“There’s a good chance you’ll think itisweird. I had it done to me when I was very young. I can’t say it’s for everyone.”

“Because you said you don’t like people doing things to you, you’d rather do it to them?”

Malcolm sipped his drink as he tried to formulate the best way to explain this particular kink to Seth. “True. But while figging is a great thing to use on a sub, it’s also something that anyone who enjoys exploring their senses to the fullest can appreciate.”

“That’s right. Because it’s sensation play? Like the mitt?”

“Yes to it being sensation play. No to it being like the mitt.”

“In what way?”

“Figging is intense, baby.”

“Like, painful intense? The way the clamps are?”

“Hmm.” Malcolm rubbed his chin. “That’s a decent comparison. Although I didn’t associate it with pain. That’s the only reason I agreed to try it at all.”

“Tellme, Daddy. What is it?”

Malcolm snort-laughed. “Too much suspense? Sorry I wasn’t trying to do that. Figging is when you place a freshly peeled piece of ginger root into a person’s ass.”

Seth barked out a laugh. “Seriously? Who puts pieces of food up their butt?” He slapped a hand over his mouth. He drew it away, his expression one of horror. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to imply that you were…because you…” Seth covered his face with both hands.

Malcolm let out a chuckle and pried Seth’s fingers away from his eyes. “That’s all right. I’m sure the whole thing caught you off guard. I’m not offended.”

“I’m still sorry.”

He patted Seth’s knee. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Let me explain why someone would do such a thing. Have you ever had anything with ginger in it? Ginger tea?”

Seth drew his eyebrows together. “Not any tea, for sure. I don’t know about food.”

“Well, it has quite a kick to it. Strong. Similar to a chili pepper.”

Seth’s mouth made an ‘o’. “I see where you’re going with this.” He squirmed. “I’m not sure that’s something anyone should be doing.”

Not cracking up at the horror decorating Seth’s features was near impossible. “Like I said, it wasn’t for me. But many find the intensity of the sensations a huge turn-on. It doesn’t hit you right away. As the oils warm to the temperature of your body, the burn spreads. The more you move, resist, the stronger the feeling becomes. Then, your partner can stroke or suck you off with the ginger inside you as well. I’ve had subs describe it to me as a helluva rush.”

Seth’s expression of horror turned to concern, and he twisted his hands in his lap. “That means you’ve done it to other subs before?”

Malcolm leaned against Seth, pressing his frame against his boy in reassurance. He carded his fingers through Seth’s hair. “No, I haven’t. I played with a few subs before I met Everett. Like I said, I thought I wanted to be a Master. But when I was hanging out here all the time, I spoke with some who described the experience to me. I was just as curious as you are right now.”

Seth stroked Malcolm’s thigh. “Oh, okay.” They sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds being soft conversation nearby and the distantthwackof a flogger. Seth turned to him but wouldn’t meet his gaze. He cleared his throat “So…when is that demonstration starting again?”

Curious indeed.

Chapter Six

“Hey, Nate. You busy?” Malcolm leaned against the sofa arm in the den, his cell propped between his shoulder and ear.

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