Page 15 of Second Chances

“We experienced a miscarriage a few months ago, so we wanted to be certain first.” Sophie rests her head against Grayson’s leg. Her eyes water with tears, and my heart breaks for my little sister.

“You should have told us. We would have helped you.” I find myself saying. “Does Mum know?”

Sophie shakes her head.

“No, I didn’t want to worry her.”

“Because of me?” I question.

“It was shortly after you left the hospital.”

I stand up, and after getting permission from Grayson, my sister comes to me, and I wrap my arms around her.

“Don’t keep anything from us because of me. We’re a family. We’re all in it together.”

“Thank you,” she sobs into my chest.

Grayson stands up and nods at me. I hand Sophie back to him.

“If you’ll excuse us, I think I’m going to take her to my apartment upstairs to rest for a while. We’ll be back down soon.”

I nod at them both, and they disappear into the crowd of people assembling outside the VIP area.

James and Amy are preoccupied with Sophie and Grayson’s sad news, and so I turn to Elena.

“You fancy taking a walk and checking out what’s happening elsewhere in the club?” I offer her my arm.

“I’d like that very much.”

Chapter Seven

Elena

My heart aches for Sophie and Grayson’s loss, so when her handsome brother asks me to walk with him, I jump at the chance to find a distraction. I’ve been to the club a few times with Amy, but I’ve always been too nervous to look around. Instead I prefer to stay close to her and watch from afar. When things between her and James get hot and heavy, I take my leave and disappear home. My earlier bravado over spanking and safe words was just that. I’ve never played, despite offers.

“What do you want to look at first?” Ryan asks. My arm is looped through his, and we descend from the VIP area together. I adore the St. Andrew’s Crosses—they entice me. I did some research when Amy first invited me here. My hand certainly got a workout watching a couple on YouTube using one.

“Can we go over to the Crosses please?” I reply and look up at the man accompanying me. His strong jaw line is stubbled with facial hair from a few days of not shaving. Eyes, a rich mahogany in color, sparkle down at me.

“Of course.” He leads me carefully through the assembled club members who are too busy paying attention to their own partners to notice us.

I’ve been told some of the details of what happened between Ryan and his parents. I don’t know everything, but I’m aware his past is littered with heartbreak and fear. Seeing him relaxed and happy in the dark surroundings of the club delights me for some reason. It’s strange because I only know him by word of mouth. Now I see him for the first time in the flesh, I can see that the pictures Amy has of him on her phone don’t do him justice. I blush as wanton thoughts start to fill my head—it’s probably the club corrupting my brain. Sounds of flesh on flesh and moans of pleasure fill my ears as the serious play of the evening gets started. Yes, it’s definitely the club affecting me and not thoughts of Ryan blowing away the cobwebs from my pussy, which have developed due to a lack of activity down there.

We arrive at the Crosses, and a sub is being tied to it by her Master. This must be the ‘Master Stone’ who Grayson spoke of earlier. Ryan pulls me around to stand in front of him and places his hands on my waist. I inhale sharply as it feels so good.

“Have you performed a scene before?” he whispers into my ear.

“N-no,” I stutter out, my reply has me feeling suddenly very hot around the edges. Ryan has the same tone to his voice that James does with Amy—the tone that makes her melt into a puddle of need. James’ doesn’t affect me at all, but Ryan’s has my knees quivering. Seriously, I’m a mess at the moment. Ryan whispering in my ear has me blushing like a schoolgirl with her first crush. “Have you?” I ask.

“Yes, with Grayson’s supervision. It’s been helping me deal with a lot of issues.”

I think back on my comment about him being a stalker and killer. “I really am sorry about what I said earlier,” I apologize again, looking up into his eyes.

“It’s ok. I promise. That’s in the past now. I’m channeling it into other things.” He smiles, and there’s something about his grin that causes heat to pool at my core.

Master Stone coughs to gain the attention of the crowd.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Master Stone, and along with my sub, Emily, I’ll be performing a scene for you tonight.” He places a hand on the back of the sub tied to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Her back’s pressed against the wood with her front on display. She looks embarrassed at being so exposed. “Emily had our first child six months ago. Her body has obviously changed a little with the nine months she put into growing our child and then the six months she’s spent feeding him. I’ve just booked us a holiday in a couple of weeks time. A first beach holiday with our son. Emily unfortunately is not embracing her new figure. Since I informed her of the holiday plans, I’ve caught her skipping meals over the last week.” A collective gasp goes up from those in the crowd.

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