Page 25 of A Scar To Open


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“Oh,” I say.

“Do you not like that idea?” he asks, lifting my chin.

“It’s kinda fun being watched,” I say. “I’m also secretly wanting your old girlfriend to see you fuck me.”

“She wasn’t my girlfriend,” Grayson says, kissing me. “I’m going to avoid laying you on a table until your leg heals, but we can do some stuff standing.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“All the same things as lying down, you’d just be standing,” he says. “If Adam is down, I’d like for him to help me.”

“What do you want him to help you with?” I ask.

“Oh, lots of things. We will start with impact play, though,” he chuckles.

Does he mean… Oh, I fucking hope so…

Grayson helps me outof the truck, and I walk between him and Adam into The Void. I’m wearing a black dress that hugs my body and flats. I’m nervous about being undressed in front of everyone because of the scars, but I’ll be okay. I am just going to trust Grayson and Adam.

Adam is sweet. He’s a lot like Grayson, but silly. I can’t really picture him as a dominant, though. He seems like the type that would make a great submissive. Not that I’ve pictured him on his knees for Grayson or anything…

We walk through the club, and heads turn in our direction. Around us are every toy and piece of sex furniture imaginable. The lights are low, but the energy is high. We step into what is undoubtedly a VIP area, and Grayson sits me on the couch.

“Soda or sparkling water?” Grayson asks me.

“Water, please,” I say.

“Adam?”

“Water is fine,” Adam says as he sits beside me. “I’ll keep your wife company. Don’t you worry.”

“I’m sure you will,” Grayson laughs. “Don’t freak her out, Adam. I haven’t explained your involvement.”

Grayson walks away, and Adam nudges me. “Yes?” I ask.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks.

“What do you do?” I ask.

“What specifically are we talking about?” he asks with a smirk.

“For work. Grayson is a psychiatrist. What are you?”

“I am also a psychiatrist,” he says. “What are you?”

“Crazy,” I laugh. “I have a master’s in psychology. I’d like to get my doctorate eventually.”

“Oh? Would you specialize?”

“I’d like to work with kids who have endured trauma. I feel like I could relate and connect.”

“That would be challenging, but I think you’d do wonderfully,” he says.

“I think I need to be less crazy first. Now that I know Molly isn’t real… I don’t know. I think I just need to focus on myself and take it slowly,” I say.

“Slow isn’t bad,” Adam says. “To go from a master’s to a doctorate takes years. You could work under Grayson and take on patients who are low risk when you are more comfortable.”

“Yeah. Slow is best,” I say.