“s*x club?” she asked as he escorted her inside.
“Kink club. We cater to all the fetishes here.”
“Is ‘terrified of s*x’ a fetish?”
“It’s a damn shame, is what that is.” He led her up the central staircase to a room at the end of a second-floor hallway. He opened the door to a bedroom that appeared to have been lifted from a nineteenth-century house of ill repute. Seemed an appropriate setting for some behavior of ill repute. “Let’s get you over that, shall we?”
“If you can do it, you’re a miracle worker.”
“I can do it if you’ll let me. You’ve gotta trust me though.” He opened an ebony cabinet inlaid with ivory and pulled out a flogger.
“Okay, you weren’t kidding about the flogging thing?”
“I never kid about floggings. You say you’re afraid of pain during s*x. Fine. Let’s get the pai
