“What? Is it like Fight Club? You can’t talk about it? That’s disappointing. I was hoping for some details or pointers before I took the plunge.”
“The plunge?” Savannah asked. “You really want to go to a BDSM club, Molly?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Laken tilted her head to one side. “I wouldn’t have picked you for being a submissive.”
“Maybe she’s a Domme,” Savannah said.
Molly thought about that. “Nah, I’m not interested in spanking someone else’s ass. But the idea of being turned over some strong, handsome man’s knee, now that makes me squirm.”
Lila giggled. “You’ve come to the right town then.”
“Your husbands spank you?” Molly asked.
“Do they ever,” Savannah said dryly. “She’s always getting herself in trouble.”
“On purpose?” Molly asked. It was so refreshing to be able to talk about her desires without being judged. When she’d asked Richard to spank her he’d suggested she was a bit stressed and maybe she needed to take a break from work.
Lila winked at her. “Sometimes. But don’t tell them that. They might think up some other punishment that’s not nearly as fun.”
Molly sighed. “Now, I want to experience that.”
“You realize there’s more to BDSM than a few fun spankings, right?” Laken asked her cautiously.
“Of course. I read. I’ve done some research. But I won’t know if I like it until I try it, right?”
She recalled the sheriff’s shocked look when she told him what she was planning. “Is Jake a Dom?”
Laken frowned slightly. “He’s a member of Saxons, but he never plays.”
“Really? Why not?”
The other woman shook her head. “I don’t know. He just comes a few times a month, watches some scenes from the bar then leaves. It’s kind of sad, really.”
Hmm. That was interesting.
“He tried to warn me off going.”
“Really?” Savannah gave her a look of disbelief. “You two seemed to be having an intense conversation when we interrupted earlier. Why would he try to keep you away from Saxons?”
“I think he believes I’m too flippant. That I won’t take it seriously enough. But I’m not sure why it can’t be fun.”
“Jake is a serious guy,” Lila said. “Maybe he’s just worried about protecting the other members.”
“I’m not looking to hurt anyone or make fun of them.”
“Of course not.” Savannah reached over and patted her hand. “But he doesn’t know you. Give him some time. He keeps to himself a bit, but he’s really a nice guy.”
“All I want is to give this BDSM thing a go before—” Crap, she shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine.
“Before what?” Laken asked, refilling everyone’s drink.
“Before I leave here. Doubt there’s many BDSM clubs in Rarotonga,” she joked. Tears threatened, and she had to turn her face away. So stupid. She’d cried so many tears already. Feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t change her circumstances. All she could do was live the rest of her life how she wanted, on her terms. To fit in as much as she could into what time she had left. But damn, she really wished it hadn’t taken her impending death for her to finally decide to live.
“I don’t want to talk about you
leaving when you just got here,” Savannah pouted.