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“Excellent. Should I get your preferred cocktail ready?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I may not stay long.”

A grin tugged at his mouth. “Or do you plan for a repeat with a certain Mr. Pierce?”

My heartbeat accelerated upon hearing his name. He’d warned me away, and so had Eva. Nevertheless, the draw to him won out, and I couldn’t stop myself from coming to the club.

“I’m only here to observe tonight.”

He lifted a brow as if he believed otherwise. “We’ll see.”

“It’s true. The other night was a one-time thing.”

“Well, in that case, I have something special for you to observe.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. What is it you want me to see?”

He set his tray of glasses against the wall and gestured for me to follow him. “What do you know about Kinbaku, also known as Shibari?”

I couldn’t help but smile. He was talking about the Japanese art of erotic rope bondage.

“Only what I’ve read about on the internet. I’ve never actually seen it live.”

“Well, you’re in luck tonight.”

Tate guided me down the corridor leading into the playroom then pushed back a dark damask curtain, allowing me to enter the giant room.

Immediately, my attention went to the center stage where three couples were in various stages of bondage.

“Breathtaking. Don’t you think?” Tate asked.

“Yes.”

“The couples share complete trust. You can see it from the utterly blissful faces of the submissives, and their Dominants hold the same adoration for them in return.”

“They are beautiful together.”

“I see my work is done. Enjoy the show.” Tate moved away, and all I could do was watch the stage as the group before me stirred something deep in my belly.

The first Dom had his sub tied in the shape of a flower and suspended from an apparatus connected to the ceiling. Her head hung back, and a smile touched her lips. The Dom rocked her in a slow back-and-forth motion as if lulling her to sleep.

Next to them, a Domme created an intricate pattern of knots with the hemp across the muscled chest of her kneeling sub. They spoke in hushed tones and kept constant eye contact. Love radiated out from the two of them and conveyed their committed relationship.

The last Dom had his sub hanging upside down, completely restricted from movement, in the shape of a turtle. The submissive deep-throated his Dom’s cock between the push and pull of the harness.

My nipples pebbled, and an ache grew between my legs.

This was total submission, giving up complete control. What would it be like to trust someone to that level?

The Dom relentlessly used his sub until he came down his throat. Then, he slowly bent down to his knees, and they stared into each other’s eyes. The way he caressed his sub’s face seemed so intimate. A private moment meant only for them, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off the scene.

Was this the connection I sought so desperately?

A trickle of sweat slid down my spine.

“I told you not to come here?”

My head snapped up to stare into Damon’s furious green irises.

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