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The bartender delivers our drinks, and I turn to Claire.

"So, what do you think?"

"It’s not what I expected," she admits. "But I’m wondering if the back area is going to be more like how I imagined this place."

"It probably will be, but this space is more for people to socialize and get into the right mindset. Back there—" I gesture to the black door on the far wall "—is where things get more intense."

"That makes sense." She sips her wine. "It’s amazing that people can feel so free and unashamed about their desires," she says in a softer, more contemplative tone.

I study her expression and realize that this must be an incredibly eye-opening experience for her. She spent most of her life so repressed, completely surrounded by judgment disguised as morality, and the life she knew before is entirely opposite from where she is now. This is one of the few places I’ve found where people are free to express themselves without fear of being judged, while Claire spent a good portion of herlife in a place where everyone was judged to the harshest degree.

It’s ironic, really, that a sex club encompasses the sentiments that so many churches preach but don’t follow: accepting people for who they are, caring about others’ well-being.

Hell, there are even quite a few people on their knees here…

Okay, definitely not going to make that joke out loud. If God is up there, hopefully he has a sense of humor. I’d almost feel guilty for that thought if not for the look of pure awe in Claire’s eyes right now.

"Any more questions for me?" I ask her as I finish my drink.

Her wine is almost gone, and she absentmindedly swishes around the remaining liquid in the bottom of her glass. She looks up at me, pauses, then looks away again. "Umm, how involved are you with all of this stuff? I know you said before that you were a Dom, but from what I’ve learned, there are a lot of different variations of that."

My lips lift with something between a smile and a smirk. I’ve been taking it easy on her, easing her into sex and all the fun that comes with it, but I’ve been dying to show her just how intense it can get.

"I’m a pleasure Dom," I tell her. I had mentioned it when we were in Hawaii, but she probably forgot about the terminology since she didn’t know about any of this then. "I get off on giving my partner pleasure."

"Well, you do a good job of that," she giggles.

I grin. "Oh, baby girl, you haven’t seen anything yet."

"What do you mean?"

"We’ve only had sex a few times, so I wanted to ease youinto everything," I explain. "But I’ve been dying to give you so many orgasms in one session that you can’t think about or feel anything other than me or the pleasure I’m giving you."

Her eyes are wide. "Did you not already do that a few nights ago? You gave me three and I thought I might pass out!"

"And I intend on finding out just where that limit is." I grin at her shocked expression.

"Tonight?" She takes her last sip of wine and sets the glass on the counter behind her.

"If you’re up for it, I would love nothing more."

She thinks for a moment, then answers, "Okay. Let’s try."

My mind immediately conjures up an image of me pushing her to her limits, making her come so hard that she falls apart entirely. It was a beautiful sight the other night when she lost all sense of modesty and insecurity and fully let go.

My cock jumps in my pants, and I take a deep breath, willing myself to keep a handle on my erection at least until we go to the back rooms.

Before I can say anything else, Claire speaks again. "So, if you’re a pleasure Dom, does that mean you don’t do the painful stuff?" When I look at her in surprise, she adds, "Audrey said something about pain being involved when we were at brunch."

"No, I don’t care much for anything that causes pain. However, I do like experimenting with sensation in other ways."

"What does that mean?" Her brow furrows in confusion.

I flash her a sly smile. "Do you trust me?"

She nods.

"Then you’ll have to wait to find out."