Passion in Restraints by Diane Thorne Page B

couple several feet away were looking at harnesses and bars on the back wall.
    “I saw you look. It’s okay. Did you like it?” he asked, holding her hand to his member.
    “Yes. It looks like you have a large cock.” She swallowed and studied his bulky torso with ripples of muscle.
    “I was aroused the moment I laid eyes on you.”
    “Yes, I can tell.” She was ready to burst into flames. Moisture might not have formed on her brow yet, but it certainly had seeped from between her legs. Hot and horny described her best.
    He finally let go of her hand. “I hope you don’t mind, but my imagination is running wild at the moment with thoughts of you.”
    She clenched her thighs. Her hormones were racing out of control. “I suppose standing in a sex toy shop doesn’t help either.”
    “Oh, it gives me so many ideas.” He tilted his head while he surveyed her body. “I do love that dress. You look so innocent.”
    “My daughter insisted I buy this. She said I looked cute in it.”
    He straightened his head. “You have children?”
    “Grown and on their own.”
    “Ah, I see.”
    She moved her arms behind her and gripped her wrist. “How old are you?”
    A wide smile appeared. “I’m twenty-nine. I’m guessing you’re late thirties.”
    “I’m forty-four.”
    His eyebrows rose. “Really? I would never have guessed.”
    “Does my age bother you?”
    He stared into her eyes. “No. In fact, I appreciate older women. They obey and their orgasms are more intense.”
    Gwen couldn’t believe her ears. His words gave her a mini-spasm between her legs. Lust burned in her veins. She wanted to climb upon this hard young stud and ride him.
    “Do you always pick up older women in the Red Light District?” she asked.
    He chuckled. “Well, I do meet a lot of women, but I assure you, I’m clean, healthy and respectable. If a woman doesn’t want me to touch, I won’t touch. Everyone has limits and I respect them. But if a woman wants to play…” He grinned slyly. “I play well.”
    He intrigued her, especially since she was in need of a sex fix. But could she believe he was telling her the truth?
    “How do I know you’re clean and healthy? You could be saying that to lure me to your bed.” Gwen had never questioned the lovers she’d met thus far on her European vacation, but since Mark had made the statement, she wanted to know more.
    “It’s a bit of a job requirement. I actually get tested every six months.”
    Gwen scrunched her eyebrows. “A job requirement?”
    He dug into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. “I work in a club.” From his billfold, he tugged a card out and handed it to her.
    Gwen took the small paper from him and read it. Underneath the name of the club were the words A club to fulfil your fantasies . Mark’s name appeared in the corner and under it was a question. What’s your desire?
    Gwen’s jaw lowered and her heart pounded. “You work at a…?”
    “Yes. Customers are allowed to call and request proof I’m medically fit,” he said as he stuffed his wallet into his back pocket.
    “Are you a Dom?”
    “I’m a Switch. I can be whatever the customer prefers.”
    “Wow. This is… Wow.” She used the small card to fan herself. What were the odds she’d bump into a man who worked at a fetish club in the Red Light District? A fucking hot dude who had a woody for her. She wanted to jump his bones even more now.
    “Would you be interested in coming to visit me tonight at the club?” he asked.
    She squeezed her thighs together. God, her panties felt soaked. Every bit of her wanted to go to him tonight. But at a BDSM club? She wasn’t into pain.
    “I don’t know. I’m not really into…” She turned to the display wall with the whips, floggers, clamps, and restraints. Could she handle playing with such items?
    “But you’re curious.”
    She jerked her attention back to him. “Well, sure. But the idea of pain—”
    He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Trust