This had gone better than Jason had been expecting. He could hardly believe Simone was back in his arms, kissing him and letting him kiss her in return. He’d thought for sure he’d get an earful about how much he’d hurt her, what a fool he was, and how he better never do it again. Either she really loved him or she was the sweetest girl on earth. Both probably.
When she pulled back from the kiss he saw the tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I never want to hurt you again.”
“You came all the way to New York to apologize. I can’t…I can’t believe it.” Her hands were on his shoulders and his eyes searched her face. He couldn’t stop looking at her. This girl was his girl and always would be.
“I got the photo album you sent me this afternoon and soon as I saw what it was I knew I’d made the biggest, stupidest mistake of my life. I took the very next flight out of Kentucky.”
“Everyone gets cold feet,” she said. “And I know it’s not easy trying to be who people want you to be. I shouldn’t have called you weak. That was mean and I’m sorry. It’s not weak to want to make your family proud of you.”
“It is weak to let someone else tell you how to live your life when you know better. And I knew better. Old habits die hard, you know. But they’re gonna die. I’ve already started killing them.”
“You didn’t kill your sister, did you?” Simone asked, eyeing him.
“No, but some words were exchanged,” he said, wincing.
“You yelled at your sister?”
“She insulted my girlfriend. Of course I told her off.”
“That’s pretty sexy,” Simone said, grinning.
Jason was happy to hear that.
“And I told her if she couldn’t be nice to you, she better not be at my house when we get back.”
“When ‘we’ get back?”
“You don’t think I’m going home without you, do I?”
“Well, I can’t leave until Monday.”
“Fine. You can show me New York. I’ve never seen it.”
“I can do that,” she said. “First place I’m going to show you…my bedroom.”
As soon as they were inside her building, they kissed. Then they kissed on the first floor landing, kissed a little longer on the second floor landing. He slipped his hand under her little black dress and hiked her leg around his back before kissing her again against the wall, which he would have been happy to do for hours, except an elderly woman stepped out into the hallway with a trash bag in hand, looked at them and said, “Get a room” in Spanish.
“Lo siento, seńora,” Jason said quickly. Laughing, Simone grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to her apartment door.
Jason was happy to see her hand shaking a little as she unlocked her door. He knew how she felt. He was shaking with excitement, happiness, and plain stupid relief she’d forgiven him so easily.
“Cute place,” Jason said, glancing around her apartment.
“Want the tour?” she asked. “There. Done.”
“Still haven’t seen the bedroom.”
“It’s all the way over here,” Simone said. They went five steps and were at her open bedroom door.
“You don’t love me,” Jason said, glancing at the tiny bedroom that barely left any space between the full-size bed and the wall, window, and door. “You just love my square footage.”
“I don’t care about the feet,” she said, unbuckling his belt. “Just the inches, sir.”
He smiled happily, drunkenly. “I missed that ‘sir.’ Much as I missed this girl.”
Before she could reply he kissed her again and while kissing her, pushed her down onto the bed. He stopped only to ask her a very important question.
“Now didn’t you tell me you keep some toys at your place?” he asked her.
She grinned and pointed down.
“Under the bed?” he asked.
She nodded, still grinning.
He leaned over the side of the bed, looked under the dust ruffle, and found a box underneath.
“You keep your kinky stuff in Tupperware?” he asked as he pulled out the large flat plastic tote.
“It’s a space saver,” she said. “You need that in this place.”
“Good point.” Jason pulled the lid off and could have sworn he heard a choir of angels singing somewhere. In the box were floggers, thin rattan canes, handcuffs, paddles, and rope.
“That’s what I’m talking about right there,” he said and pulled a bundle of soft black rope out of the box. “This I already know how to use.”
“Do you?”
In record time, Jason tied the end of the rope into a lasso. He spun it once and tossed it over her shoulders.
“Damn, you’re good,” she said. “Sir.”
“What did I say about that unladylike language?” he asked.
“That I’ll be punished for using it?”
“Right. So why did you use it?”
“So I’d be punished for using it.”
“What am I going to do with you, Spanky?”
“Punish me, I hope, sir?”
“Guess I gotta. You’re overdue for it.” He pulled the lasso tight around her shoulders and yanked her gently to her feet. He wrapped the rope a few more times around her arms and then bent her over the bed. She sighed with pleasure as he lifted the back of her dress to expose her bright pink panties. She sighed again when he slid them down her thighs. Hard and quick as he could, he spanked her six times in a row until her skin burned bright red.
“That’s more like it,” he said.
“I’ll say.”
“Not if I gag you, you won’t.”
Simone said nothing. Quick learner.
As he held her close and tight in one arm, he ran his hand all over her ass and thighs. He felt her go limp against him, leaning on him completely, trusting him to hold her and not drop her. And he would honor that trust by never ever letting her go.
Again.
Jason stripped her out of her dress and threw her back down onto the bed. He tied her wrists to the headboard and when she couldn’t do a damn thing to stop him—not that she would—he kissed her from lips to ankles and up again, stopping between her beautiful soft thighs. He licked her inside and all over until she was panting for him, begging and dripping wet. Only then did he take off his clothes. He didn’t stop for a breath until he was deep inside her with her ankles on his lower back and her breasts in his hands. He kissed her chest. He kissed her nipples. He kissed her mouth all the while moving in her hard and slow, slow and deep. Jason could have stayed in her all night. He planned to. All night and forever.
“Why are you smiling, sir?” Simone asked.
“Because I’m going to use everything in that box on you before morning,” he said. “And tomorrow you’re taking me shopping and we’re going to buy every kinky thing you want and I want and we want. Although…” He paused. “How we’re gonna get it all home on the damn airplane is beyond me.”
“You just check it,” she said. “You can take any kinky stuff you want on a plane in checked baggage.”
He pushed up on his arms and looked down at her with narrowed eyes. “How do you know that, Spanky?”
She smiled, and it was the smile that he’d fallen in love with and the smile he was going to stay in love with the rest of his life.
“What can I say?” Simone said. “This ain’t my first rodeo.”