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appreciated the extra safety that came with having dungeon monitors around in case the date they’d trusted turned out to be less than trustworthy.
    He made a mental note to double check that the spanking bench was cleaned off well before the next couple used it, but he’d been favorably impressed with the Dom, Vince, when he’d met him earlier. Most likely Vince would take care of disinfecting the equipment, and if he didn’t, Kent would take the time to educate him.
    Around him, subs were being flogged on the X-frames. A pretty woman with sandy hair knelt on a pillow on the floor, holding a chain in her mouth. On each end of the chain, clamps squeezed her nipples, and the chain was short enough that to hold it in that position stretched them. Her face glowed with sweat. Her Dom watched her from a chair, glancing occasionally at his watch.
    Beneath a wooden bondage frame a woman stood, the cuffs on her wrists chained to the wooden beam above her. Other than that she was free to squirm as much as she liked, and squirm she did as her Dom’s gentle hands danced over her, his touch so light that it tickled. He knew subs who wouldn’t bat an eyelash at the idea of taking a dozen strokes from a cane, but who would use their safe word the moment tickling was suggested.
    Watching any one of the scenes probably would have given him masturbatory fantasies for a week once upon a time. Even now, he enjoyed the interplay between Dom and sub with an appreciation that was not wholly spiritual. But nonetheless, he wasn’t eager to find a partner and join in the fun. At what moment, exactly, had Angela entranced him? He wasn’t sure, but he suspected it was the moment Morgan showed up in the bar. The trapped little sub had aroused his protective side, and he’d jumped to the rescue out of sheer instinct. That was what hooked him, but he still didn’t have any explanation as to why he stayed hooked.
    “There’s a woman who wasn’t here last week,” Genna said, gesturing to the door. “She looks a little lost. I’ll go help her out.”
    “You do that, Genna.” Kent knew he was brooding, and he didn’t feel very companionable. He didn’t even look over to see who she was talking about.
    Angela had come up with at least a dozen reasons not to go to Dark Xanadu. It was a private club, for starters, and she wasn’t a member. She’d found their website, and membership wasn’t cheap. It was probably full of weirdoes, anyway. Perverts, certainly, that was a given. She didn’t have any clothes that were truly suitable, anyway; the closest thing she had to fetish wear was a black lace bra. She certainly wasn’t going to wear that without a blouse on top, so that didn’t even count.
    Against that was the fact that she’d dreamed of the place, either while sleeping or awake, pretty much every day since she had made the phone call to her sister to let her know she was okay. To get Stacy and Monica off her back she’d made up a story of the sexual adventures she’d had with her mysterious stranger, but they were vanilla stories. She was pretty sure that wasn’t how things would happen if she really had sex with the man. In her private moments she dreamed of being tied up, being roughly stripped naked or even being flogged.
    When she’d gotten home from work that Friday, she put on a snug, black ribbed tee and a mid-length black skirt, and then paced back and forth in her apartment for several minutes. She took them off again, stripped out of her underwear, and put on the black lace combination instead. She didn’t have any intention of taking her outer layer off where anyone but herself could see, but still, she’d rather not be caught in beige briefs. Back on went the tee, this time with a slightly shorter skirt. Black sandals were tossed for black boots—sandals in December would say that she was more interested in looks than sensibility, and she didn’t want anyone to think she was sleazy. Maybe a buttoned blouse would