Chapter 2

Kyle walked over to his desk and put the paperwork on top of a huge pile. “I know. I want to, but I’m afraid, I guess. My luck hasn’t been that good with, you know—” He ran trembling fingers through his hair.

“Honey,” I began, sitting on the edge of the desk as I spoke. “You need to get back out there, make a new start. Don’t let those losers who hurt you win, hear me? Just because you’re naturally submissive doesn’t mean anyone has a right to take advantage of you.”

Kyle swallowed and looked away.

“How about this?” I proposed. “You come with me to the club and watch—that’s all. Soak up the atmosphere, maybe check out some scenes. See people enjoying themselves in a safe environment. Five minutes, an hour, doesn’t matter. Lots of people do that. There are viewing rooms, too. Whatever you want to experience, it’s there. They even provide lube, condoms, and tissues, should you need to let one go.” I smiled cheekily and he swatted me lightly on my arm, a blush creeping up his cheeks.