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male submissives wore a white bow tie to signify the same.
    The thought had crossed her mind on more than one occasion to volunteer. She'd even approached Gabe about the possibility. He'd gently steered her away from that position and suggested she first get to know someone before getting involved in her first new scene. Bonnie admired that his instincts about her were spot on. She needed to feel a certain level of trust before she let someone touch her. Some of that stemmed from a far from ideal childhood with two parents who had extreme difficulty showing affection to each other, let alone anyone else.
    Which is why doing this once a month thing with Dex kind of worked for her. Bonnie shook away the immediate thought that she was kidding herself. The man should have been perfect for this situation. She knew him well, he clearly had no desire for a relationship and he didn't seem to mind that she didn't have the perfect size six body.
    Except for one thing. She had no idea how long Dex had been a member here, but they'd met the first night Jim brought her to Purgatory. That night remained fixed in her memory forever. Her Dom had not only brought her to this place so they could scene in public. He'd wanted to watch her scene with others. Dex in particular.
    So when Cass had suggested she go to him for help, she feared crossing over a line she'd drawn a long time ago. The man had made her body sing from night one and she'd felt guilty for it ever since. It was shameful to admit that a man not her Dom had done more for her libido than any other.
    The luxurious space was filling up with familiar faces. She smiled to some as she passed different stations, and averted her eyes to the floor for others on her way to the back corner. For her sake, Dex always chose the cross partially shrouded from the rest of the group by two walls and a couple of strategically placed plants. Others were still welcomed to observe any of these spaces, but there was something about that corner that made people realize that scene was more private than others.  
    A variety of themed rooms were also available at the back of the space for those who wanted to take their scenes even further—and without the possibility of anyone watching. Everyone's comfort level when it came to their play differed, and Purgatory was more than willing to accommodate them all.
    She passed one sub kneeling on the floor with a bright pink ball gag lodged in her mouth. Immediately she recognized her friend Cass and smiled. She had actually met her Dom here at Purgatory a while back and things were going really well between her and her Sir. Tomorrow they'd probably share lunch and compare marks. Funny how much had changed. These days, Bonnie loved to play pretty hard and delighted in any lingering marks or soreness that kept the scene alive for as long as possible.
    She turned the corner and barely stopped herself before she collided into an unfamiliar back. Instinct had an apology already forming on her tongue when she caught sight of what was happening. What the hell? There was a woman already strapped to her cross and a large crowd had formed to watch. She searched the people in front of her and saw no sign of Dex. Her sigh of relief that he wasn't about to scene with someone else didn't escape her. Her stomach had immediately knotted at the idea she'd been replaced for the night.
    Bonnie took a few deep breaths and tried to still her racing heart.
    "Hello, my Bonnie sub."
    She jumped at the sound of his voice mere inches from her ear. Although she'd recognize that deep, sexy tone anywhere, it still shocked her when he directed it toward her.
    "Surprised?"
    She didn't know what she was anymore. Surprised? Confused? Crazy? Take your pick she wanted to say. "Yes." She stuck with the one simple word that didn't show just how tongue-tied she felt.
    "You and I are going to do something different tonight," Dex said.
    "Different?" Her stomach plummeted to her feet. She didn't want