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new girl instead?”
“What, Francine? Nah, I’ve met her sort before. She’s not really into it. She likes the idea more than the reality. But you, on the other hand—I can tell you’re a very physical man, Jeff White. I don’t care what they say about you, you’ve got the makings of a wonderfully smart-arsed masochist.”
Jeff really hoped the barman wasn’t listening in. “I don’t enjoy pain.”
Sandi burst out laughing. She had a raucous laugh that always made people turn and look. “Sweetie, that’s what they all say, but trust me, you just need to be trained. Once you’ve had a few orgasms while in pain, you’ll start to reprogramme your body. Then you’ll start getting hard at the mere thought of being hurt.”
“What, like getting a paper cut? Never found that particularly sexy.”
Sandi cocked her head to one side. “Well, I once knew a man who wanted paper cuts to his nob, and so I said—”
“Shutupshutupshutup!” Jeff clamped his hands over his ears. “You’re one sick fucker, you know that?”
“Well, duh. Takes one to know one.” Sandi stuck her tongue out at him, and all of a sudden Jeff found himself laughing too. “That’s it. Lighten up, mate. You know I’m not seriously going to carry you off to my dungeon.”
“You really have a dungeon?”
“Yeah, well, I call it that.” Sandi grinned sheepishly, and Jeff felt himself relax further. “Actually, it’s more of a box room. The estate agent called it a second bedroom but I’ve got to take issue with that. Couldn’t get a full-sized bed in there, although a spanking bench fits just fine. And you know what, it literally is a box room most of the time. I have to keep a bunch of empty boxes stacked up in there when I’m not using it, so my mum doesn’t see all the cuffs and shit when she comes round. Always poking her nose in places she’s not wanted, that woman. She’s a bloody nightmare.”
“Why don’t you just put a lock on the door?”
“Oh, that’d be like a red rag to a bull. She’d have to know what was in there then. I’d never hear the end of it. As it is, she wants to know why I haven’t finished unpacking yet when I moved two years ago. I think she wants me to set up a nice little craft room.”
“Maybe you should. You could make it a leather-working room.”
“Hey, I like your thinking!” Sandi leaned back against the bar, and Jeff decided to perch up on the barstool. It made him a bit taller than her for a start, which was always good for the ego. “So, where do you keep all your kit?” she asked.
“In a suitcase,” he said, without thinking first how pitiful that sounded. Still, she wasn’t to know it was one of the little carry-on ones you could fit in the overhead locker of a plane. For all she knew, it was a family-size one bursting at the seams.
Sandi patted him on the back. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ve all got to start somewhere, haven’t we?”
Busted.
In the end, Jeff managed to have an enjoyable conversation with Sandi about her garden of all things, but as far as finding that elusive sub went, the night was a washout. But as he drove the twenty miles back to Hook St. Norton, he got to thinking about Eddie again. Maybe it wouldn’t be so weird to meet him for a chat. After all, the one with Sandi had gone all right. Perhaps he and Eddie could meet up for a drink or two and talk a bit more about pain and pleasure. After the Gwen disaster, he could do with a better understanding of what went through a submissive’s brain.
Yeah, just a drink. They could do it somewhere far enough away from Jeff’s home that there was no way he’d be tempted to invite Eddie back for a more practical demonstration. Because that wasn’t going to happen, ever. No matter how much the idea made him hot and cold all over. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable being around naked blokes. He’d always enjoyed the whole towel-flicking locker room atmosphere after sports at school.