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“You’re such a brat.” But he was a brat who seemed to be the gatekeeper of the local BDSM scene, so I wasn’t going to complain too much. “You’re highly educated, though, so thank you for your help.”
But what did I want?
I’d hoped dragging out my answer would give my brain a second to figure that out but I was kind of stuck. “Is there really a social option?”
Yes. But you need to tell me ideally what you’re looking for. I can’t tell you much to start with, so you need to be upfront with me.
He’d never told me anything, so I wasn’t surprised.
“Um, I guess ideally I’d like a Dom to do scenes with. I’d like to be tied up and have it be a sexual relationship in some way. I’m not…I’m not expecting him to wine and dine me—I’m not sure I have the patience for that—but some connection would be important.”
I’d done enough reading in books and online to know that not every Dom and sub partnership was romantic, but I wasn’t sure I could do it if it was just transactional.
“I don’t know what you mean by social setting. Is it like one of those speed dating events or do you know people who have a dungeon in their basement?”
I’d managed to find someone who’d gone to a local one a few years ago but the owners had moved and that group of friends had gone separate ways. There had to be others in the area but anyone who talked about that online quickly stopped.
Probably something that was Not-Henry’s fault but it wasn’t helping me find the right people to date.
That speed dating idea is interesting. I’ve got someone I’m going to mention that too, but in this case it’s bigger than a dungeon but still very private and exclusive.
That was interesting.
Who was he going to tell my speed dating idea too?
“Um, you know me pretty well at this point, so you know I won’t tell anyone about it.” We both knew I didn’t have that many people in my life. “And you watch my internet history enough to know if I accidentally overshare somehow.”
You’re right.
And?
He started typing several times but as soon as a random letter appeared it would disappear. After several rounds of vanishing letters, I pictured him sighing and saying fuck it.
What do you know about BDSM clubs?
Chapter 2
Eddie
“Let me get this straight.” Silas crossed his arms over his chest as Austin’s head cocked. “You’ve come to the club in person and made sure we knew who you were because the guy you’re stalking wants to be restrained?”
“Yes, and to meet other people in the lifestyle.” For some reason my answer was what finally had him rolling his eyes. “I sent Austin his application and background check.”
“That you filled out.” Silas leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “But that’s fine because you’re stalking him, so you know what he wants.”
Again…yes.
“I filled it out accurately, including his experience levels.” Shelby wasn’t hiding anything from me.
“I’m not sure it’s stalking if it’s consensual.” Austin’s frown said he wasn’t positive about that, though. “Maybe it’s a new kink?”
I didn’t have an answer for that, so I kept my facial expression neutral and just waited. Austin liked hearing himself talk, so even if I didn’t say anything, the silence wouldn’t last long.
“I think we need to get a new working definition for that because I’m pretty sure we’ve got two others…and that might be what the twins are doing?” Austin wasn’t sure about that either, but I kept my mouth shut because they fell undernot my circus not my monkeys.
“Agreed.” Silas’s frown seemed to get deeper. “But to fall under a kink it’s got to be consensual from both parties. Both, Trouble.”
Austin looked entirely too innocent as he nodded. “Of course.”
