Page 70 of When There Was You
Sounds disgusting. “I’m scared to ask.”
There’s a pause, almost as if we’re both pondering where we hail from—two states, two coasts, three thousand miles apart.
“I’ve always wanted to visit the Sunshine State,” Butchsays. His tone seems wistful, making me wonder about his secrets, those dominos.
“Yeah? I know a girl who could show you around…”
“Tell me one of your fantasies,”Butch coaxes.
I freeze.
“Sundance…you can tell me. Especially if you want it to come true.”
“Uhhh…”
“Okay then, tell me something you like.” His voice is warm, deep.
“Mint chocolate chip ice cream.”
He growls. “Something sex related.”
I stifle my laugh. “I think I may favor the taboo, kinky…uh, less traditional.”
“Now we’re talking. Like…?”
Way to put my foot so far into my mouth that I can’t speak. I don’t even know how to definetaboo, aside from a threesome.
Except…maybe I do.
“Did you see the movie9 ½ Weeks? With Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger?”
“I heard about it but haven’t seen it.”
“It was very…erotic. Bizarre. An interesting power dynamic.”
“Rourke’s got the power?”
“Basically. He made her crawl across the floor to him, and even though part of me was shocked by that, and more that she obeyed…”
“It made you wet?”
Then and now. “Yes,” I admit, despite my discomfort.
“What else?” His tone is thicker, deeper.
“He blindfolded her and fed her different foods, but it wassexy. And in another scene, she’s so stirred up just thinking about him, she masturbates in her office chair.” This scenes pops into my mind with regularity. “I’ve never seen anything like that on screen before…and oh my god, there’s another scene where he takes her into a store and tests out a whip right in front of her, then buys it. She’s alarmed, maybe aroused…I don’t know, but it was all so provocative. Very master-slave stuff.”
“And you’d like this, baby?” His low voice—and the desire oozing from it—steals my breath.
“I don’t know, but the movie turned me on.” At a time when almost nothing could.
“Youturn me on.”
I smile. “Back atcha, Lumberjack.”
He snorts.
“What’s your fantasy?”
