“So was the edging worth it?” I ask.

She looks at me in a daze. “I guess…”

“How was the orgasm?”

She gives me a small smile. “Eleven out of ten.”

“In other words, worth it.”

With a little reluctance, she nods.

“No pain, no gain,” I state.

“I don’t know that I’d want to do it all the time, though.”

I withdraw from her before the condom slides off. “As the sub, it’s not your choice.”

She wrinkles her brow. “Okay, but I haven’t agreed to be your sub.”

I consider reminding her that the way she agreed to pay for her trip to Phuket is by spending a night at the BDSM side of my club, but I’ve got to finalize her commitment to Phuket first.

I flash her a grin. “You will.”

She raises a brow. “Arrogant, much?”

“You know how many women—and guys—would leap at the chance to be my sub?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got to make my own decisions.”

I toss the condom into a wastebasket and run a hand over her leg. “You know, I could just leave you tied to my table until you agree.”

She blanches.

“Dining with a view,” I consider aloud.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” she derides. “You can untie me now.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please.”

“And?”

She thinks for a second. “Sir.”

I untie the pant leg from the chair. She sits up and shakes her head. “You are such a…”

“A what?”

She looks at me, mystified, probably wondering what she’s doing with a guy like me. I could ask the same thing about her.

“I don’t know,” she finally replies, “but I feel a little less regretful that I threw soda in your face.”

I decide to wipe the impish smile from her face with a smothering kiss. That comment will cost her. Leaving her wrists still tied, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom. After dropping her on the bed, I wind the other pant leg to the headboard.

“What are you—” she starts.

Grabbing her panties, I use them to tie her ankles together. Over at my dresser, I pull out a massage wand. She balks at seeing it.

“You don’t have one of these?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“They’re basically a vibrator, only you can use this to relax muscles as well.”

“Is that what you use it for?” she asks.

“Some of the time.”

She scrunches her face. “So you’ve used it on other women before.”

“I clean all my toys after each use.”

I sit beside her on the bed, turn on the wand, and nestle it between her thighs. She yelps and twists away.

“You’ve had experience with a vibrator before,” I state for confirmation.

“I live with three other women, and those things are noisy.”

“So you only masturbate by hand?”

She nods.

“Then this’ll be a treat,” I say, holding down her hip and replacing the wand against her.

She squeals. “That tickles!”