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show her around,” Master Rolf volunteered, “since my brother’s going to be busy all night, handling some important general manager–type things.”
    Something flared in Dierk’s eyes. Wynne wondered what it was. But he didn’t say a word.
    “That would be great! I was hoping you’d offer, since I have an appointment in a few minutes.” Kristy gave Wynne a gentle shove, making her feel like an unwanted little sister.
    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