Page 14 of Jack's Second Chance
“How do you feel about others watching? Do you play in public?”
“I guess it’s public at the parties. I kind of like people watching me. Does that bother you?”
“No, but I wouldn’t be comfortable with anyone else touching you. You are my kitten.”
She smiled and snuggled into my side. “Tell me what you like.”
“Impact, of course. I enjoy breath play and I’ve practiced it for years. If it’s something you are comfortable trying with me, then I’d be happy to be your first. I have a jealous streak that runs through me and I can be a bit primal over it. I love things like marking you, breeding you, making sure you would always be mine.”
“I figured as much. I can be a little bratty sometimes. If it’s a problem, I can try to rein it in, but I won’t lie. It’s a big part of how I like to play.”
“Oh, I’m okay with that, little one. I think I’d take a lot of pleasure in taming your beast.”
“Do you ever wonder if things like my brattiness and your jealousy were the factors that drove us apart? Like maybe if we had known these parts of ourselves earlier in our lives, we could have made things work?”
I’ve never felt more called out than I did at that moment. Over the last three days, that’s all I could think about. When the thoughts of her came up, it was more than just as a wife and the mother of my child. It was as a woman I loved and a woman who would explore our sexuality together. Sure, there may be a time where this wouldn’t be important to us, but right now it was huge for me and I got the impression it may be for her, too.
“I think everyone struggles to figure themselves out when they are young. If I had met you at this point in my life, I have no doubt we would last forever. Maybe now is a second chance for us.”
Kyra got quiet and stared up at the ceiling for a while. I let my fingers move up her body and teased her nipples until her attention came back to me.
“Tonight, I want to bring you to the club. I’d like to play a scene with you, once that we plan in advance. Before we play, I’d like to introduce you to the owner. You will need to sign some forms as a temporary member and we can watch others. But I want to end my night with you on a St. Andrew’s cross on display for everyone to see what is mine while I torture you with my fingers, my hands and my toys until you can’t take it anymore. Would you agree with that?”
“Edging or the scene?”
“Both.”
“Yes. But I have to admit, I’m pretty shitty at following the rules and not coming.”
“I’ll look forward to that,” I said as I covered her lips with mine and slid my hand between her legs to stroke an orgasm out of her before we got up and moved on with our day.
Over lunch, we worked out the specifics of what the night would bring us. Now, as the doors opened to The Pendulum, I felt like my two worlds were colliding. I couldn’t figure out yet if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Kyra looked amazing in a tight fitted red dress and the men and women in the club couldn’t keep their eyes off her. I had texted Beckett Haynes, the owner and now a dear friend, that we were coming and he insisted on meeting us at the beginning of the night.
“Sir Haynes is waiting for your arrival. Please follow me,” a woman dressed in a full body latex suit said as we stepped inside. Kyra leaned closed to me and I placed an arm around her waist. Once we had made it through security, there was no question where we were. The large open space of the club had sections dedicated to different scenes and a large stage at the center of it.
“There are rules you will need to follow while we are here. Rule number one, never enter the space of anyone else’s scene. Not only could it disturb their experience, you could get hurt,” I whispered into her ear as we passed a dominatrix wielding a riding crop with immense precision.
Kyra nodded and continued through the club until we reached Beckett’s office. When the doors opened, he ushered us in.
“Jack, it’s good to see you again.”
“You too, Beckett. How’s business been?”
“Good, good. I’ve been preoccupied with other things, so it’s been hard to get here to the club, but I was happy to meet you tonight. It’s rare you or your brothers bring a guest, and after what happened with Ansley and Nick, I wanted to do whatever I could to accommodate your family.”
I nodded my head, even though I was completely unaware of what he was talking about. I hadn’t had time to talk to Nick since Kyra and I left right after dinner, but the last thing I would have imagined was that Ansley was from the club.
“Well, I appreciate it. This is Kyra Banks, my old high school sweetheart, believe it or not.”
“Really? Well, tables sure have a way of turning, don’t they?”
“That they do. I’d like her to complete the membership paperwork with me listed as her mentor. She will work only with me while she is here, unless I arrange otherwise. The world of Kink is not new to her, but the club setting is.”
Beckett pushed a slick, black folder in Kyra’s direction with a pen. “We have some rules here at The Pendulum that you will need to follow. All of our DM’s wear a red bracelet like you see there.”
Kyra’s gaze shifted to the woman standing by the door with the glowing red bracelet. “Jack is familiar enough that most of our staff provide him and his brothers the space they would desire, but it’s important for you to remember that whatever they say is law. If you disobey one of my DM’s then you will get a warning. The second time, you will not be allowed back, regardless of Jack’s relationship with the club.”
“I’m sorry, what’s a DM?”
