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dungeon there had been people who drank blood and liked being bitten on the neck with razor-sharp fangs. In fact, there were even those who had gotten their canine teeth filed to sharp spikes purely so they could bite people during play and drink their blood. But for some reason, the addition of the coffin freaked her out.
    She thought about the few scenes she’d witnessed involving that. Everyone participating seemed to love it. The women and men who were bitten had screamed in what sounded like ecstasy and even begged for sex, but she remembered thinking the scenes almost looked forced. Then again, maybe that had been her own filters she’d interpreted their reactions through.
    For every kink, there were those who got off on it.
    She enjoyed reading about that kind of thing in novels, but that wasn’t something she wanted to take part in.
    Master Brent’s last words trickled through her endorphin-soaked brain. He had said that the vampire thing didn’t “flip his switch.” She wondered what
did
flip his switch, and if she would ever be offered the opportunity to join in.
    He cleared his throat. “On Basement 4, all the equipment can be moved, and the play areas rearranged or redecorated as needed. This is the level most often rented out for large parties or orgies, usually with the agreement that Basement 3 will be open to our members so they can watch.”
    Sandra laughed, and it felt freeing as her fear and tension melted away. “It’s like a bondage version of Fantasy Island down here.”
    Master Brent shrugged, amusement clear in his expression. “That’s one of the reasons Club Desire is one of the premier BDSM dungeons and fetish clubs in the Southwestern United States, and possibly in the entire nation.” The pride in his voice was unmistakable, almost as if he were describing his own child.
    Their gazes locked, and Sandra could have sworn attraction sparked between them. She thought Master Brent was going to lean closer and press his lips to hers, but then his expression closed off, and he looked away—although it almost seemed to her that he was as reluctant to break that connection as she.
    She really needed to get a grip. He might be a Dom, but he had his pick of subs in the dungeon, and he wouldn’t want an inexperienced woman who wasn’t even a full sub and didn’t know exactly what her limits were. But she certainly knew some things she didn’t like.
    She thought of Diego and shuddered. But he hadn’t wanted to help her find her limits; he wanted to push her past any he found until she broke beyond repair. Yet she was healing, and swore to herself that she would move past her issues somehow.
    Master Brent gently raised her chin with his finger. “Are you ready to see more, or have you seen enough for one night? We don’t have to do all of this right now. There’s no time limit on this tour or even the administrative details.”
    Sandra cast away all thoughts of Diego. “I’m ready. So what’s next?” When her words came out sounding suggestive and needy, she winced.
    “Well, Basement 3 is a large circular gallery that looks down over all of this.” He gestured to the spotlighted scenes.
    “Basement 2 is a more tame version of 4. There are bondage beds, spanking benches, more St. Andrew’s crosses and those types of things. Basement 1 overlooks Basement 2.”
    He cocked his head toward the floor they’d just left, pride shining in his eyes, and he watched her as if waiting for her reaction. “I wanted you to see the layout while Basement 4 isn’t in use.” His gaze flashed with molten heat and he looked at her lips, with a quick betraying glance down at her breasts before meeting her gaze. It gave Sandra the distinct impression that he might like to introduce her to the workings of Basement 4 himself, and the thought filled her with excitement.
    She was surprised to realize she already trusted Master Brent, and even beyond that, she might like to explore things outside of her