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though, often focusing on her face and not her body, that made this different. But that still didn’t explain why a man like Master Brent would continue watching her. Maybe he thought she was unstable? A laugh bubbled up before she could stop it.
    Great
.
Now he’ll know I am
.
I’ve removed all doubt
.
    He smiled at her in question and she shrugged, hoping he didn’t pursue it.
    He didn’t, but he did continue watching her with that inscrutable gaze.
    “Back here is the locker room,” he said as he led her to the other door past several people chatting, laughing, or flirting.
    He must have noticed her gaze because he cleared his throat. “No sex play of any type is allowed here in the meeting area. There are plenty of areas for that, so this is a play-free and sex-free zone. It allows people to have somewhere to go to unwind, or to gear up before heading out to the floor.”
    At the “pttthhhh” noise, Sandra turned to find an enormous Dom, with the smoothest brown sugar–colored skin she’d ever seen, rolling his eyes at Master Brent.
    “Now Dexter, what kind of impression are you going to make on the new members?” Clear amusement and affection were in Master Brent’s voice.
    “Oh, I don’t know, that you can be a pain in the ass?” From the warmth in the man’s manner, the affection was obviously returned.
    “Rules are in place to help everyone feel more comfortable.”
    Dexter smiled and shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, so that they can explore their inner kink in a safe and supportive atmosphere.” He snorted, showing that he’d heard this explanation several times already and had it memorized. He turned to Sandra, and she was pinned in place by his large, dark eyes.
    “Don’t let me throw you off, sweetheart. I’m just messing with our boy here. Since he’s giving you the tour instead of Jake, I figured you could take a little teasing. He doesn’t do the tours for just anyone, so you must be special.” He winked and she felt a smile blossom, although she was sure Master Brent was only giving her this tour because of her connection with Master Mason’s dungeon.
    “Don’t let either one of them fool you,” a squeaky female voice broke in.
    Sandra turned to see a perky brunette with wide, green eyes watching the byplay between Master Brent and Dexter.
    “They are all sunshine and roses in here and in aftercare, but they’ll both kick your ass out there.” She gestured with her chin to indicate the dungeon floor.
    A shudder ran through Sandra before the woman continued.
    “Of course they both do the ass-kicking so very nicely that none of us complain. We scream, yes, but in a good way.” The woman turned to point toward a redhead dressed in a leather thong and nipple pasties. “Don’t you think, Min?”
    Min nodded enthusiastically. “I definitely agree. I’ll chat later—gotta run! I can’t be late or Master Cameron might paddle me.” Although the wide smile she flashed showed erotic anticipation and not chagrin or fear.
    “Sandra,” Master Brent began. “This lummox here is Master Dex. He’s one of our main Doms, although he can be a pain in the ass.” From the tone of his voice it was obvious that there was a great deal of respect between the two men. “If you ever have any issues, you can always go to him if you can’t find me or one of the dungeon managers. Master Dex was the first Dom who joined us when Club Desire opened, so he knows nearly as much about this place as I do.”
    Master Dex stood and Sandra tipped back her head as she had to look up, and up, and up to meet his gaze. He had gorgeous dark eyes, and his steady gaze left her no doubt he was a Dom, but it also told her that he was highly protective of those he considered his or under his protection, and that she had now joined that group.
    A comforting warmth coiled inside her as she started to think she could feel safe here.

Chapter 3
    Master Dex wore leathers that reminded Sandra of those worn by bikers,