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looking closely, not so focused on herself and her own fears, she could see that other than Sunny’s naturally full cheeks, the rest of her was terribly thin. While Kira wasn’t good enough of a friend to bring it up, she knew Hawk was.
    Sunny gave her an odd look, and Kira forced herself to smile. “So, I’ve picked out my sadist. Now where can I get him gift wrapped?”
    “See? You’re going to get your ass beat so often you won’t be able to sit down for months.”
    Looping her arm through Sunny’s, Kira began to walk with the woman back toward the public bar area. “Lord Bryan, is he cruel?”
    “He’s a sadist.”
    “I mean, does he ever, like, hurt anyone when they don’t want to be hurt?”
    “No. That’s not his style. All the submissives he’s been with adore him.”
    “Has he been with a lot?”
    Sunny shrugged. “I’m not sure. I usually don’t come back here. I will say he’s been with Wicked for the last three years, and he has to go through the same rigorous health checks that you did by the club’s doctors. Oh, and he doesn’t always have sex with his subs. Some of them he just beats.”
    “Why would he do that?”
    “I guess because some women need it and they can go to him without worrying about him wanting sex.”
    “Doesn’t he like sex?” The dry look Sunny gave her made Kira laugh. “You know what I mean.”
    “Yes. Considering he belongs to a BDSM sex club, I would say the chances he likes sex are pretty high. But just because something is available doesn’t mean you have to take it. He’s picky about who he takes.”
    That thought made Kira feel both better and worse. She didn’t like the idea of a guy having banged every woman here, but at the same time she did want an experienced sadist. But shit, Bryan was the kind of guy who could walk into a room and a draft would be caused by all the women dropping their panties at once. The thought that such a sex god would want her with her fucked-up body and would want to help her get over her fucked-up fear of penetration seemed slim to none.
    Sunny stumbled, and at first Kira thought it was because the other woman wore killer six-inch heels. Then Sunny leaned against Kira and whispered, “Migraine. Hawk.”
    Kira winced. She’d had a migraine once in reaction to some medication for allergies. Everything had hurt. Light, sound, a breath. Everything.
    “Okay, Sunny. I understand. You have a migraine, and you need me to get Hawk. Will do. I need to get you someplace where you can sit down.”
    Moaning softly, Sunny muttered, “Lounge. Ahead and left.”
    A Dominatrix and her hunky boy toy paused as they passed them in the hallway. The tall brunette in a black leather catsuit looked closely at Sunny. “Woman, I swear to God if you didn’t take the medication I prescribed you, I’m going to rip your spine out and beat you with it.”
    For a moment Sunny rallied, but tears were pouring down her face. “No drugs.”
    Kira hefted Sunny up as she sagged. “You know her?”
    The Dominatrix nodded, her whole body vibrating with anger. “I’m her physician, Dr. Pershelle.”
    Kira nodded. “She asked me to get Hawk for her.”
    Dr. Pershelle nodded to her submissive. “Go run and get Hawk. Tell him we’ll be in the warming room.”
    Without another word, the man took off, his extremely toned ass providing an instant of distraction as his loin cloth flew up with his movements.
    “Girl, what’s your name?”
    “Kira, Ma’am.”
    “There is a warming room nearby. We’ll take her there.” Dr. Pershelle got under Sunny’s other arm. “Let’s go.”
    In what seemed like record time, they made it into a small, super cozy, and extremely relaxing room. The scent of vanilla and a hint of cinnamon filled the air. Against one wall there was a king-size daybed with mounds of pillows. Kira and Dr. Pershelle set Sunny down, and the woman immediately curled on her side.
    Dr. Pershelle pulled a blanket over Sunny and jerked her head