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ago but nothing stands in our way now. I want to be with you, Liam.”
    He exhaled and one side of his mouth curved into a real smile, one that touched his eyes. But there was darkness behind them. She had no idea what he wanted or needed from a woman.
    “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for. What you could be getting into with me.” No, no, no! His brain was yelling at him to take her into his arms, to make love to her and just hold her like he had wanted to ten years ago, like he had wanted to when he saw her again for the first time last week. Like he wanted to earlier this night.
    “You mean all this?” she asked, gesturing toward the club.
    “Yes. I mean all this. It’s who I am, Naia. It’s what I like, what I want and need.”
    Just then the curtains on the stage opened and the crowd below gathered to the foot of it.
    Shit. He’d forgotten about this. Well, this was as good a way as any for her to see exactly what she’d be getting into with him.

Chapter Four
     
     
    “What’s happening?” she asked.
    His eyes followed hers. “A caning.”
    “A what?” she asked, unbelieving.
    “A caning. Between consenting adults. Nothing goes on at this club unless all parties consent and I approve.”
    “You approved of a caning?”
    “It’s a BDSM club.”
    “Oh.”
    The stage was set simply. In the center stood a bench with a padded top, with rings attached to the legs facing away from the audience and leather restraints attached to the ones closest to them. All around was lit with what seemed to be a thousand candles, setting an almost romantic glow to the proceedings. The crowd grew quiet as two men walked a petite young woman onto the stage. She was a pretty blonde who kept her gaze down rather than scanning the room. She wore a very thin white cotton dress that just came to the very tops of her thighs and even from this distance, Naia could see the darkened points of her nipples. They reached the bench and turned so she stood facing the crowd between the two and one of the men read out her sentence. She was to receive twenty strokes with the cane.
    The girl didn’t struggle as the men turned her to face the bench. She leaned over it when one of the men placed a hand at her back, guiding her downward. She slipped her hands through the two rings on the back legs, having to come up on the balls of her feet to do so, and wrapped her hands around the padded legs of the bench. The men bent down to spread her legs and bind each ankle with the restraints.
    “Why isn’t she fighting?” Naia asked, the realization that she was aroused watching this, watching this girl being prepared to be punished, unsettling.
    “Because she wants the punishment,” Liam answered.
    The men then lifted her short dress, if you could call it that, and it slid over her back, exposing her bottom fully to those gathered. With her legs spread as they were, she was completely and wholly displayed.
    When the men moved away, the girl remained still.
    “What’s it like? Caning?” she asked.
    “It’s very painful, intense,” Liam answered, watching the scene on the stage.
    “Isn’t twenty strokes a lot?” she asked, the number seemed too much to her.
    “She has taken it before,” he said. “I know her dom. This was a final resort. Besides, he wouldn’t give her more than she could handle.”
    “That’s comforting,” she said. “What if it is too much?” she pushed.
    “Then she’ll use her safe word,” he answered.
    “And if he doesn’t stop?”
    “He will. There’s a certain level of trust between a dominant and his submissive, Naia. It’s essential in a relationship like this. In fact, if you compare a vanilla partnering to this sort of relationship, you quickly reach a depth of trust that many never do in what is considered a ‘normal’ coupling.”
    “I don’t know about that,” she said defensively.
    “Don’t you? Think about it some more.”
    She let it drop. Truth was, she wasn’t sure