He stood, turning his back to her. “So, are you saying you haven’t continued to explore the Scene?”
The Scene. What an innocuous term for something that had the potential to rip her apart from the inside out. “No, I dropped the whole idea after Reid and I broke up.”
He grabbed two bottles from the fridge, twisted off the caps, and handed her a beer. “Wow, really? I’m surprised.”
She took a sip, the fizzy liquid easing the dryness in her throat. “Why is that?”
He shrugged and sat on the edge of his desk. “We were all new to it back then, but it didn’t take an expert to see how well you took to the sub role. I was all kinds of jealous that Reid had you all to himself. Too bad he was such a selfish bastard—things could’ve gotten much more interesting.”
Brynn wet her lips and gripped the bottle with both hands as images more erotic than the art downstairs filled her mind. She knew Jace’s kink back then had extended beyond D/s and into ménage. And even though she’d always viewed him as more of a buddy than a lover, she couldn’t deny that the handsome blond could get her hormones hopping.
She cleared her throat, trying to shake the images from her brain. “Perhaps. And that’s part of the reason I’m here. Beyond wanting to get to my sister, I also think I need to do this for myself. There are some things I need to work through, and I think this type of thing could help.”
“What do you mean?”
She shifted her gaze away, trying to come up with something—anything—other than telling him about the rape. “I don’t know, it’s just lately, I’ve found myself—”
“Unsatisfied?” he suggested.
She nodded, goose bumps pricking her skin. She had wanted her lie to sound authentic. But hearing it out loud hit a bit too close to home. Shit. She hadn’t needed to make up a fib. Unsatisfied was exactly what she was. “I thought maybe this could be the answer.”
“And you’re willing to go into this blind, with a stranger?”
“Yes.”
His eyebrows knitted. “You sure? I could try to get Reid a membership if you want.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“How come?”
She sighed. “Time doesn’t heal everything, Jace.”
He swigged his beer, keeping his eyes on her. “You realize that going into a place like The Ranch is the real deal. What you and Reid did back in the day was dabbling. The members at this place vary from one end of the spectrum to the other. You might find a dom who’s just looking for a little casual play, but many others are seeking total submission.”
Her heartbeat seemed incredibly loud in the quiet intimacy of the room. “Meaning?”
“Meaning guys who want to break down every barrier you have—physical, psychological, sexual—until you’re totally and completely theirs to command. Master and slave. It can be an incredible rush to get into something like that, but also can be seriously overwhelming for the inexperienced.”
Sweat beaded her back, and she shifted in her chair. “Is it safe?”
“The club is very selective about membership for doms. They do background checks, there are income requirements, and you have to have a clean bill of health. And as for the play itself, there are safe words and surveillance cameras to make sure people only take it as far as they mutually want to.”
“Oh, that’s good.” A little flash of relief went through her, not just for herself but for her sister.
He shot her a stern look. “But that’s not across the board, Brynn. They don’t broadcast it, but be aware that there are also unmonitored areas you can get into if you sign a waiver. You need to promise me you won’t venture into any of those areas until you’ve established a trusted relationship with someone. Only the assholes will try to get you into an isolated place this early in the game. And that is dangerous.”
“Right.” Shit. “So what happens when I go to The Ranch?”
He set his beer down on the desk. “Well, if you go in as a single, guest sub, you’d be presented to the members who were interested in taking you on, and you would get to select which one to be with. Then you’d have to demonstrate your submission to him in front of the group.”
“Why would I have to do that?”
He shrugged. “It’s a way to make sure you’re serious. Some members of the club are pretty important people. If a reporter or private investigator tried to sneak in, they’d have to really want to get a story to go through public submission. Grant will be there looking for that kind of thing, so that’s why you have to make sure you’re absolutely convincing.”
Her knuckles turned white against the bottle. “And what exactly does public submission involve?”
“Whatever the hell your dom wants.”