I set my menu down and faced her. “When did you first discover you were into kink?”
She leaned back, seeming to think about it. “I went for older men because they were more experienced.”
“Then you discovered Majestic?” I said.
“A friend mentioned she’d heard of the place. I pretended to be shocked, and then secretly applied.”
She’d joined others who found a way to go deeper into the lifestyle, which was how she fell into training with Faulkner.
“How about you?” she asked.
“I assumed my exhibitionism was a fantasy never to be explored.” I sighed to express my old frustration. “Until I came to Chrysalis as part of their security team. I was on duty at a party one night, jealous of everyone having an incredible time.”
“You saw…things?”
“Everything you can imagine. The next day I approached Cole and asked to join as a member.”
“He let you in?”
“Not immediately. I had to observe sessions with submissives first. Then, after that, I was given an honorary membership.”
“Because it’s expensive.”
“I could afford it on what they pay me. I naturally fell into the lifestyle, and never looked back.”
“I love that.”
My fingers tapped the menu absentmindedly. “You were approached by De Sade in the library?”
“We talked a while.”
“About?”
“He didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.” She shook her head, amused. “How bad is a session with him?”
“He’s a sadist. You’ll leave a session with a permanent reminder of the experience.”
“Like a scar?”
“He would call it a badge of honor.”
“Where’s yours?”
I arched a brow. “We don’t talk about the details.”
“Why?”
“It’s forbidden.” I lifted her chin. “If I were to leave a mark on you, where would you like it?”
“I’m drawn to jewelry…down there. I saw it inStory of O.”
Just as I’d seen it on Carrie Quinn, Rue’s Domina.
“A piercing?” I gave a nod. “That’s extreme.”
“With your initials on it.”
I’d not expected that—Rue announcing her thoughts so blatantly.