I turn around separating his hands from my body.

They don't feel warm, nor do they make my skin tingle at the touch of them.

—Is something wrong? —he asks worried. —Did I do something wrong?

—No, I'm sorry, I just can't. —I say, shaking my head.

—Why not?

—Because she is with me. —I feel a deep, sexy voice behind me.

I close my eyes when I hear his voice. And while my eyes are closed, I feel his hand sliding down my waist and pulling my body against his in an overprotective way. I knew he would be here, but I imagined he would be too busy with his business to notice my presence. I was wrong. Tonight is definitely not going as I had planned.

—I didn't know she had a couple, I'm sorry. -he says with an apology. apology.

—Now you know, get out of here. —he grunts at him as he runs away in terror.

What just happened? Was it my idea or was he afraid of him? I turn around in his arms as I open my eyes and stare at him. I can't believe he did the jealous, overprotective boyfriend act to get him off my back.

—Let's dance, I don't like to be the center of attention. —he says as he places both hands on my waist now.

—What makes you think I'll dance with you? —I tell him defensively.

—Either you do it with me or with the other idiot.

And I think about it for a brief moment. I don't feel like going back to the one who was dancing. And I'm dying to dance with him.

—I don't have much choice, do I?

I answer him as I let myself be led by him to one end of the dance floor, away from the neon lights and curious glances. The music changes when we reach the end of the dance floor and when I hear the song playing, I get a knot in my stomach. This song brings back memories to my mind. Memories of just a few hours ago.

Listening to The Chaisnmokers & Colplay again only makes me remember what it feels like when his hands touch my body.

—I didn't think I'd find you here. —I say to him as he places his hands on my waist, but without touching the naked skin, and approaches me to talk.

I feel his warm breath in my ear before I hear his voice.

—You knew I was at the club, Ana. The chances of us meeting were high.

—I thought you would be too busy to notice my presence. —I answered without giving it a second thought.

—I've been watching you since you arrived. Why did you come? —he says as he separates from me to stare at me.

—I was lonely in the apartment and needed to talk to someone. Kate is here with some friends celebrating his boyfriend's birthday, which I completely forgot. —I tell him as a wheelbarrow.

I don't know why I just told him everything I'm thinking. Christian pulls on my waist and makes me stick more to his body.

—We are adults, Ana. Do you think we can at least be friends? —he says to me as he sticks his forehead to mine.

—Will you settle with that? —I ask, because I know what his real intentions are.

—No. But I will respect your limits. —he says to me as he clutches his hands, now tighter, to my waist.

—Then I'll pretend you're gay. —I say to him as we both laugh and let myself be carried away by the music.

I don't know what what he just told me means, but at least I'm not going to find out today. The alcohol I have ingested has somewhat clouded my senses. And also the contact of his hands on my waist makes me not think coherently. So I forget what he did a few hours ago in the apartment while I move my body against his to the rhythm of the music.

—I like what you're wearing. —he says to me in a seductive voice.

—What do you like most? —I ask him boldly as I slide my hands down his arms before clinging to his shoulders.

—The back neckline of the dress. —he says to me as his hands move until they touch the bare skin of my back.

A gasp escapes me when his hands touch my skin. And he smiles at my reaction. But I don't push him away. I like the contact of his hands on my body. I would be a fool to continue to deceive myself. Since his hands touched my body, I am not able to stop thinking about them. And someone else's touch is strange to me and not welcome.

—But you know what I like best about you tonight. —he says to me as his fingers trace circles on the bare skin of my lower back.

I nod my head as I make a superhuman effort to contain a groan of excitement. I see a mischievous smile peeking out of his lips and I can't help but do what I've been wanting to do for a while. I move my hands and tangle them in his hair. The simple touch of his hair in my hands sends a delicious tingle all over my body. He leans more against me, we move as we dance until we are farther away from people, in a darker place, and his lips are almost stuck to mine.

—You're not wearing any panties. —he says in a whisper. And then I feel his hands sneaking up the back neckline of the dress and squeezing my buttocks.

—How did you know? —I tell him as I hold back a groan.

—I assure you that I am not the only one who noticed that tonight. —he says as I feel the warmth of his mouth close to mine.

—Christian! —I say, shaking my head. —Please don't. —I say to him with accelerated breathing from the contact of his hands on my skin.

He let go of my buttocks and bring his hands back to my waist.

—You know I just have to get my jeans off...—he says as he pushes me slightly until I hit a wall. —and pull your leg up to be buried in you.

And the images of what he's telling me quickly come to my mind. Exciting me. I have never done anything like what he is proposing, however, the images that come to my mind are warm and exciting and make me wonder for a moment what he is proposing.

—I can't imagine fucking in the middle of a club, surrounded by people. Putting on a show for everyone.

—Who said they're going to see us? —he says as he sticks his body to mine.

I can feel his erection through the jeans as he squeezes me tighter against the wall.

—Everyone in the club comes for two reasons Ana...— he says to me as heis lips go down my neck. — ...looking for sex...—I pant as I feel his tongue sliding down my skin. —or to get drunk and lose consciousness. —he pulls his lips away from my skin and stares into my eyes. —And in both variants there are always drugs involved, I can guarantee it. —he takes his hands off my waist and places them on either side of my face, leaning against the wall. —So the least of them is either drunk or stoned and will not remember what happened tomorrow. —he says to me as he rests his forehead on mine.

—What do you want? —I ask in a whisper as I lose myself in his gaze.

I don't know why I ask. I don't care if he's looking for sex, he can sleep with whoever he wants. Or get drunk. Or both.

—I didn't come here to get drunk. —he says as he closes his eyes. —Let alone looking for sex, unless it's with you. —he says as he opens his eyes.

—Did you solve the problem? —the question comes out of my lips suddenly.

—The one I came for, yes, but now I have another one on my hands. —he says, smiling mischievously at me.

—Christian, we don't know each other, you don't know me. And after what happened today between us I have realized that I don't even know myself. I didn't know that I could be excited or reach orgasm with just the touch of your fingers or your mouth on my skin.

And I quickly close my mouth, the alcohol has made me do the stupid thing of telling him why I don't want anything right now. In that instant the music changes to We found love by Calvin Harrys ft Rihana.

—Do you want to know yourself before you start another relationship? —he asks, raising an eyebrow.

—Yes. That's exactly what I want. —I tell him as he smiles at me and walks away from me.

—To show you that I am a good friend, I will help you.

He take one of my hands and pull me.

—Where are we going? —I I scream over the music as I let myself be carried away from the dance floor.

—Trust me, there is only one way to know yourself.

And I don't know why, I trust him and let him drive me upstairs. Christian passes into the VIP area without any problem, not even the security guards stop him. I imagine it must have something to do with him being the owner. Or one of the owners. I can see how the women and men in this area don't stop looking at him.

Some greet him and others invite him in for a drink, but he just greets them politely, and walks past me as he leads me down several hallways to a door that opens with a key he pulls out of his jeans.

He opens the door and turns on the light.

—Go ahead. —he says as I enter the small office and he closes the door.

He walks over to the desk and sits behind him in a black leather chair.

—Sit down, please.

I do what he asks. But I still don't know what I'm doing in an office, much less what this has to do with me. But I realize something more important.

—Is this your office? —I ask him as he lies down on the back of the chair, crosses his arms over his chest and stares at me. —What exactly do you do at the club? I know you're the owner, but you also told me you work here.

—I'm something like the manager of the VIP area.

—Something like that?

—I'm not the only owner of the club. I'm co-owner Ana.

I raise an eyebrow impressed. How do he distribute his time?

—You don't have any free time? —I ask with curiosity.

But he doesn't answer my question. He just gives me an enigmatic smile and changes the subject to me.

—Can I know how you plan to get to know yourself?

—I don't know. —I answer honestly.

I know what I want, but I have no idea how to reach my goal. I was hoping that Kate would help me, but I don't think she's going to be much help. Not when she thinks the solution is in a one-night stand.

—I imagine that when you say you want to know yourself, you mean on a sexual level. —he says, interrupting my thoughts.

—Yes. —I say as my breathing begins to accelerate.

—Remember we were going out tonight? —he asks as I sit down. —I told you I was going to show you what I like. Well, since you're here, I can show you if you want. And maybe I can help you too. —he says as he opens a desk drawer and pulls out several papers and a pen.

—Were we going to come here? —I'm curious, looking up at the papers.

—Yes.

—So do you know a good sex therapist here at the club? —I ask intrigued.

Christian lets out a laugh that completely floods the office. I don't know exactly what he found so funny.

—That's not what you need. —he tells me to stop laughing.

—Not? —I'm lost.

What do I need then?

—Why are you doing this? Why you want to help me?

—Because a while ago, I was in the same situation as you.

—Really? And you got to know yourself?

—Yes. I know myself very well. I know what I like and what I don't like, and what makes me feel more or less pleasure. —he says to me with a twisted smile on his lips.

And the way he's looking at me right now makes my legs shake and my whole inner self squirm with pleasure.

—So are you going to help me?

—If I'm honest, I don't know if you like the idea very much.

—Why?

—Because there is only one way to know yourself, on a sexual level, Ana.

—And that is? —I encourage him to tell me about it.

—To know yourself you can only do it through the BDSM.

I think I've been stunned. And not because of the acronyms he just mentioned, which are not unknown to me. After reading several novels, including those of Lena Valenti, it became very clear to me what it is the BDSM. Especially with these last ones.

—Do you know what the BDSM is? —he asks when he sees that I haven't asked him.

—Yes.— I answer him as he looks at me now, impressed. —I have read enough to know what it is.

—Ah. —I think I see some disappointment in his voice.

—Does that mean you practiced BDSM? —I am curious.

—Yes.

—Do you still practice it? —I ask him now with much more curiosity than before.

—Not for some time now. —he says to me, squinting.

I am impressed and shocked that he knows about it. And not only that. Also because he's into all this domination and submission stuff. I stare at him trying to figure out what role he played in this world. But as I think, memories of what happened a few hours ago come back to me. How he was dictating orders to me and I was carrying them out without protest. I can't believe it. The truth was in front of me the whole time.

—Did you find out yet? —he says to me with an enigmatic smile deciphering my thoughts.

How do he know?

—You are a master. —I tell him in a whisper as he smiles at me confirming what I just said.

—Yes, although I've lost the practice. —he says as he puts one of the papers in front of me.

I doubt that he is out of practice, he is very good at giving orders.

—What is this? —I ask as I read the headline.

— It's a non-disclosure contract. — he tells me as if that wasn't obvious. I know what this is.

—I know what it is. I mean why I need it. —I ask him by picking up the paper.

—It's just a formality, it's required of everyone who comes to this part of the club.

I look up from the papers in front of me.

—Is this where BDSM is practiced?

—Yes, among other things.

I look at the paper in front of me. Right now I'm not so sure I want to get into this world to discover myself.

—I'm not forcing you into anything Ana, if that's what you really want, sign it, and then we'll talk.

—Can I think about it?

—I told you, I'm not forcing you. It is you who wants to know yourself.

I look again at the paper in front of me. And I don't know why I am surprised that it is only one page. Maybe I was expecting a multi-page contract where I specified what I was willing to do or not. And what was expected of me.

—Everyone who comes here knows exactly what they want. They knows what to expect and how to behave whether he is a master or a submissive. But most importantly, everyone comes of their own free will and if at any time one of the parties says "no", it is no.

I stare at him. I look down at the pen and reach out my hand and pull it over to the paper. But I hesitate to sign or not. I have no idea what I'm getting into. Well, I do, but that doesn't mean I don't have my doubts. And again I look at him.

—That you sign just means that you can't tell anything about what happens here Ana, or what I shows you, that doesn't force you to participate in anything you don't want to.

I put my pen to the paper and someone knock on the door.

—Go ahead. —shouts Christian in an authoritative voice.

This way of talking is nothing like the sweet, sexy, seductive voice I'm used to. The door opens and a man dressed in a dark suit enters. He looks at me and then at him.

—Someone is asking for you in room five. —he says as Christian nods thoughtfully.

—I'll be right there. —he answers as the man walks out the door and closes it again.

—What is room five? —I ask curiously.

Christian doesn't answer me, he just looks at me and then at the paper under my hand, which I haven't signed yet. I had forgotten it. I quickly put my name and my signature and give it to him.

Christian smiles at me as he takes the paper from my hands and puts it in an office safe.

—It is the only room where BDSM is not practiced, at least not completely. —he says to me by way of explanation as I turn my gaze to his eyes. —And someone needs me right now. —he says as he stands up and turns to the desk.

—Do they always need you? —I ask as I frown.

—It's not often that I'm called in except to request certain accessories.

—I don't understand anything.

He stops beside me and extends a hand.

—Come with me? —he asks while I stare at his hand.

—Exactly where are you taking me? —I ask him as I look into his eyes.

—To room five, I know that the curiosity is killing you.

Yes, I am curious, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to enter this world at the first opportunity.

—You will only observe. I promise you that. —he says to me as I can see the sincerity in his words. —Trust me.

And there are those words again.

I take his hand, though dubious, and stand. Christian entangles his fingers with mine and leads me down the hall to room five. Room five is at the end of the corridor and Christian stops right in front of the door, without opening it.

—Maybe I should warn you about something first. —he says as he turns to me.

—About what.

—About what we'll find behind that door. —he says as I look at the door and back at him.

—And what exactly will we find in there. —I ask him by rolling my eyes.

After what he's told me is done here, I don't think I'm afraid of anything I might find on the other side. A cross. A four-poster bed. A fence hanging from the ceiling. A collection of whips, rods and whips.

—Several people having sex. —he tells me before opening the door.

Shit! I didn't expect this answer.