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Dangerous Liaison

... miserable.

"Robbie. Are you okay?" I asked gently.

"I'm not judging," he said in a rush. "But he's a doctor. He's meant to heal, not hurt, and why did he never tell me. I thought we could talk about everything." He stopped and blinked rapidly.

"Do you want my input, or are you just letting off steam?"

Robbie raised his hands in a helpless gesture, his eyes pleading with me.

"Right, well first of all I owe you an apology. We shouldn't have needed you to tell us to break off contact until this competition was done and David's contract was finished. We should have been adult enough to make that decision ourselves, and I'm truly sorry that we put you in such a difficult position."

He just nodded, accepting.

"Second, I know you're close, but do you discuss you and Mandy's sex life with your brother?"

"What? No, of course not. None of his business."

I just raised my eyebrow and saw the truth dawn.

"Well played," Robbie even smiled a little. "Your point."

I grinned briefly, but then looked at him seriously, "The club is a safe environment."

"Yes, David explained."

"Robbie, you must understand. You must believe. If David had recognized me sooner none of this would have happened. He would have stopped and left immediately. You must know him well enough to know that's the truth."

"I do. I know that, absolutely."

"Okay. So," I shrugged. "I can probably reassure you, but I don't want to gross you out."

He rolled his eyes, but then looked ...

... at me with determination on his face.

I stepped a little closer, lowering my voice even more. "David is not capable of hurting anyone. It's not pain. Not real pain."

He frowned and I tried again. "Anything, everything that happened in that session be it flogger or clamps."

"To much information," he said quickly.

"Etcetera, etcetera," I made a rolling motion with my hands. "It's like a build-up of feeling. One thing after another, sensation after sensation, until it becomes too much, not enough, overwhelming. But come to my flat on a Sunday morning and do any one of those things it's not going to hurt me. Irritate and be a bit uncomfortable at most."

I paused to see if he understood. Relieved when I saw he did. Or at least enough. "He didn't really hurt me. I very much doubt he would be capable," I insisted.

"He said he's a sadist?" Robbie said, sounding disillusioned, almost like a small boy. His head jerking back with shock when I made a loud noise of disagreement.

"Pphhhsttttt! All the masters like to say that. It's bullshit. They're all total sweethearts really."

Robbie laughed for real and I felt the knots in my stomach loosen with relief.

"Basically, you're a pair of kinky bastards," he semi-grinned at me. I just winked and he shook his head. But then his face turned serious again, "Frankie's coming over."

I turned back to the view and waved my hand vaguely. "Next month it will be getting dark by the end of the day and the tower will be lit ...