Page 16 of Second Chances

“She’s beautiful,” one of the men shouts up. “She doesn’t need to diet. She’s carried your son into the world. It’s a badge of honor to have those changes to her body.”

“Agreed.” Master Stone nods. I stare at the woman. There is a slight bump to her stomach, but nothing else to show she had a child six months ago. Squinting hard, I can see a couple of stretch marks, but I’ve seen worse. Hell, I think I have more meat around my middle, and I spend more hours exercising than the average person, and then some, as a teacher at the dance school. “I’m here to punish Emily for her thoughts because she doesn’t need to have them. She should trust that I worship her body even more now for giving life to our son. Trust is necessary in a relationship between a Dom and sub. I’ve obviously done something to cause her to lose that, so her punishment will show her I adore her no matter what.”

He takes Emily’s face into his hand and whispers something to her we can’t hear. I expect it’s confirming her safeword because she tells him the word red. I lean back into Ryan a bit farther, his warmth infusing my body.

“Master Stone is a sadist?” Ryan questions quietly.

“I believe so,” I reply in the same muted tones, so we don’t disturb the scene.

“This should be fun then. I enjoyed learning to wield a whip.”

My breath catches in my throat, and a vision of being tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross while Ryan uses a whip on me enters my head.

“Fuck!” I exclaim out loud without realizing it. Everyone turns to look at me. Master Stone included. He raises an eyebrow toward us. Ryan gestures with his hand to tell the other Dom to continue.

“I’m guessing you like the thought of whips. Let’s see how you feel after you’ve watched it.” Ryan’s voice is like smooth, velvet chocolate in my ear, and as he pushes his hips into me, I feel the hardness of his groin.

Shit, shit, shitI chant in my head.What am I getting myself into?

I don’t reply to him, because Master Stone lands the first blow of his whip on his sub’s breast. She lets out a cry, and a glowing red line from the tendrils of the leather appears.

My breath quickens when Emily states, “My Master loves this breast.”

“Good Girl.” Master Stone lowers his mouth to the breast he’s just struck and tugs the nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it, pulling it hard before standing back and striking the other one. Emily repeats her phrase. Two more strikes follow to each breast. Tears are pooling in Emily’s eyes, but she’s not using her safeword.

Next, Master Stone delivers two carefully placed strikes to her stomach, and she responds,

“My master loves my stomach. It cradled his child. The product of our love.”

I can’t take my eyes off either of them.

Ryan leans forward and whispers into my ear.

“If you want me to stop, say red.”

I turn around and look at him, blinking briefly in confusion, but the crack of the whip turns me back to the show on stage. Master Stone brings the leather down between Emily’s parted legs. She cries out even louder this time, and I feel wetness between my thighs. I’m getting so aroused watching this.

Ryan lowers his hand from my waist and pushes under the waistband of my skirt.

The word red teeters on the edge of my lips, but I don’t say it. I’m safe in this place, and I need to be touched where his hand is heading. God, I need it urgently. His fingers slide into the front of my underwear as Emily informs the assembled crowd, “My Master loves my pussy especially. It gave birth to our child. He worships it for that fact and for the pleasure it brings him when he sinks his cock into it.”

Master Stone strikes between her thighs again just as Ryan flicks a finger over my clit. It’s engorged already and desperately needs his dexterous fingers to begin playing with it. Emily’s crying out on the stage, and I keep my eyes focused on her, despite how skillfully Ryan is playing my body in the shadows of the scene. Master Stone is now kneeling down in front of her, his tongue delving into her naked pussy. He’s worshiping it just as Emily stated.

The orgasm building within me takes me by shock. Emily climaxes at the same time as I do and drowns out my whimpers with her loud screams of pleasure. My legs give way, but Ryan uses his strength to hold me up against him while my body trembles with delight as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

He removes his hand from my underwear and scoops me up into his arms. I take one look at Emily as Master Stone frees her from the St. Andrew’s Cross. Her body is a criss-cross of red marks, and I long for Ryan to do that to me. He carries me across the room and to a sofa in a quiet area of the room. He motions for a waiter and orders a water for me. Sitting down, he pulls me into his arms. My brain is still not really with it after the powerful orgasm I’ve experienced, so I allow him to place me wherever he wants.

The waiter returns with the water, and Ryan helps me to drink it. We’ve still not spoken, and I can feel his hard cock underneath me, but he makes no move to relieve himself with me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks and strokes a stray strand of hair away from my face.

“Never felt better.” I melt into his arms and allow him to protect me. He’s strong, and after the last few weeks, I need this…I need comfort, nothing more.

Ryan chuckles.

“At least I know my fingers aren’t broken unlike the rest of me.”

I don’t know why, but I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

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