Decadent Master. Tawny Taylor

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      Wynne turned a scowl at her pushy friend and whispered, “Stop that.”

      Kristy gave her an encouraging nod. “I’ve known Master Rolf for years. You’ll be perfectly safe.” Then she hauled her huge tote over her shoulder and scampered off, leaving Wynne with the wicked-looking Master Rolf and his equally dangerous brother Dierk.

      Dierk promptly excused himself to handle those “important general manager things” Rolf had mentioned.

      Rolf stepped forward, crowding her personal space, and placed a hand on the small of her back.

      Her muscles instantly tightened, from the waist up, and her breath hitched in her throat.

      Totally ignoring her reaction to his touch, he leaned closer, murmuring, “So tell me, how much do you want to know about domination and submission?”

      Nothing. Not a single thing. “Only enough to make me dangerous,” she said, trying to sound at ease but failing, big time.

      He grinned, the expression a fairly good interpretation of the Cheshire cat. “Hmmmm, I like that answer.”

      And she liked the way he’d said those words. His voice had a gritty edge to it, a sensual just-rolled-out-of-bed tone. It made her feel warm inside. Soft and feminine, too.

      “Have you read anything on the Internet? Do you know anything about the lifestyle?” he asked as he steered her around a piece of furniture she couldn’t name with that hand pressed to her back.

      “Absolutely nothing,” she said, musing at how amazing it was that a gentle exertion of pressure, shifted to the right or left, could guide her, kind of like a bridle on a horse.

      “Then we’ll start with the basics.” He stopped in the center of the room. “This is our general bondage dungeon. In this room, our members play domination and submission games. During play, there is one general rule that must be adhered to by all participants. The activities must be safe, sane, and consensual. Safety is always the primary concern, and as you will see, we have personnel positioned throughout the building to make sure no one is hurt while on our property.”

      “That’s good to know.” Her gaze skipped past the pair of people standing next to a huge wooden cross thingy, to the big guy standing in the corner, wearing a black shirt with the word Twilight scrawled across the front.

      “No one is ever forced to participate in a scene, ever,” Rolf continued. “Our members are carefully screened, and no one who has had a criminal conviction is permitted access to our facilities….”

      She nodded, following Rolf’s lead as he continued toward the back of the room. He pointed out the various pieces of furniture, naming them. He explained the general rules of bondage play. To her relief, he didn’t make her stand there and watch the people who were playing. Whether it was because he sensed she was still too nervous and shaky about this whole thing or because it was a courtesy issue to the people playing, she didn’t know.

      “Also, there are limits to what kinds of activities are permitted in our dungeon. We have private rooms available for members to rent, and some members lease private suites, in which they can participate in more intimate activities. But out here, we don’t permit any exchange of bodily fluids, including sexual intercourse. Members sanitize all equipment when they’re through. In addition, our staff goes through at the end of the night and does a thorough cleaning.”

      This was nothing like the free-for-all kink-fest she’d imagined when her friend had tried to describe it. Quite the opposite, it seemed like the people who ran Twilight were very conscientious, responsible, and professional.

      Finally, when they’d come full circle, back to the bar, he motioned to a stool. “How about something to drink?”

      “Sure.” She could use a stiff drink right about now. Might help her relax. “Do you have a wine list?”

      “No, I’m sorry, this bar serves strictly nonalcoholic beverages. But we serve wine downstairs in the restaurant. I’d be happy to take you down there if you like.”

      “No, no. That’s okay. I’d be just as happy with a cola. Thanks.”

      As he ordered her drink, she glanced at the clock, surprised to discover that her little tour had taken almost an hour. She wondered how much longer it would take Kristy, aka Mistress Raven, to finish up her appointment. Since Wynne hadn’t seen her friend during her little excursion, she assumed the appointment was in a private room or suite. She tried to imagine what her friend might be doing.

      Her cheeks burned.

      “There you are, one cola.” Rolf set the drink on the bar.

      She swiveled her stool around to face the bar, and glancing sideways at her host, gave him a grateful smile. She lifted the glass, taking the straw between her lips and pulling in a mouthful. Ahh, cold. Refreshing. “Thank you for taking the time to walk me around. I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from…anything.”

      God, how lame did that sound?

      “It was my pleasure.” His gaze was razor sharp, piercing, as it captured hers. He held a glass in his hand but didn’t lift it to his mouth. Instead, he simply sat there, staring into her eyes, watching her. His lips curled into a teasing grin. “Now that we’ve covered the basics, are you ready to get down to business?”

      Oh God. What was he suggesting? She eased the drink from her mouth, thankful for the fact that she hadn’t spewed cola all over his face.

      “I…um…” If her face hadn’t been roasting before, now her cheeks felt like twin electric burners, cranked up to high.

      He chuckled and the sound vibrated through every cell in her body, or at least it felt that way. He plucked the straw out of his glass and set it on a napkin. “You know what they say about writing, ‘write what you know.’”

      “Yes, they do say that.” She gulped down several mouthfuls before even trying to say another word. “I don’t think I’m ready for any firsthand experiences. Today. But, thanks. I’d rather ask you a few questions, if that’s okay.”

      “Sure, shoot away.” He finally took a drink from his glass. She used those few seconds, as he tipped his head back and swallowed, to think up a few safe questions to ask. This man, this disturbingly gorgeous man, really set her nerves on edge. Whether it was the way he looked or the way he looked at her, she couldn’t say. But there was something about him that made her feel funny inside.

      “First, can you tell me why your members like to play these domination and submission games?”

      He set his empty glass on the bar, waving to the bartender for a refill. He ordered one for her, too. “Well, I’m no psychiatrist, so I can’t say why every person here gets into power play, but I can speak for myself.”

      She practically held her breath, waiting for his response.

      “For me, it’s a drive—a need—that was inborn. When I was a kid, I told myself stories as I lay in bed. Stories in which I was the mighty warrior, slaying the enemy and conquering the princess. I’d haul her away from her castle, taking her to СКАЧАТЬ