Reason by Allyson Young

of his reaming the night before. Clearly he had overstepped once again with her, and he felt bad. He carefully applied the topical anesthetic and pressed a kiss on either buttock.
    “I’m sorry, Ivone, truly I am,” he rasped, allowing her to squirm off him.
    Ivone stood just out of reach and glared at him. “Sorry because your cock won’t be going there ever again ?”
    “Now, sweetheart, don’t be hasty. All those other subs you met were initiated the same way. You’ll be okay.”
    “I doubt that those subs weren’t forewarned, Jamison. It’s not about the anal sex. And I like pain. Especially coupled with pleasure. It’s your expectation that I should either read your mind or take you on faith when we’ve known one another for five fucking days. I’m not accepting your apology unless I hear differently.”
    Jamison secretly wondered if she was right. He was normally not an impulsive man. Ivone took his control. He needed to get it together, because he wasn’t going to hurt her ever again. Now he had only to convince her.
    “If you’re ready, then let’s go.” He distracted her.
    Ivone pulled a lightweight summer dress over her head and stepped into some pumps. She looked good enough to eat and Jamison again fought his baser urges. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough. He was struck by a sudden thought.
    “Where’s your cat?”
    Ivone looked at him as if he had two heads and then flushed.
    Jamison gave her his best “you are so in for it later for lying to me” look, and enjoyed her tiny shudder. She might want him to open up and communicate with her, so she should learn immediately that he wouldn’t tolerate a lie. He escorted her out to his SUV and handed her inside, taking his time buckling her in, his hands drifting across her thighs and up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened, and he thought he could scent her arousal. He smiled to himself as he went around to climb into the driver’s seat and turn the engine over. The drive to her office was quiet. They pulled up in front of her building and Jamison broke the silence, although this time it had been somewhat more companionable.
    “I’ll be here at five. Be on time.”
    Ivone stuck her tongue out at him before exiting the SUV and dashing up the steps. Jamison sat there for a ten count, totally astonished. He then chuckled, just a little. Wench. Shit, another endearment. Perhaps a little change was good for him.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jamison checked his watch for the third time. It was nearly half past five, and there was no sign of Ivone. He couldn’t think that he was again reading her so inaccurately outside of their passion. He had felt her soften for him that morning, and despite the issue about her bottom, he believed she wanted to work things out, to talk. A big blonde tapped across the pavement to him and frankly checked him out.
    “If you’re looking for Ivone, she left a long time ago,” the blonde said archly. “I’m getting into that lifestyle and if you are at loose ends…”
    Jamison watched the woman push her breasts at him and sway her hips suggestively. He idly thought he might just pinch and twist a nipple and have her kneel and lick his boots to teach her a lesson, and then discarded the idea. Maybe not. Ivone wouldn’t approve. Not that she was where she was supposed to be. Sore bottom hole or not, she wasn’t going to be sitting down to eat her dinner with him tonight. Perhaps she could stand at a counter to have her meal, once he tracked her down.
    He left the blonde standing on the curb, now looking daggers at him, and pulled the SUV out into traffic. Ivone was probably at home. He felt her drawing him there and he didn’t question it. He parked close by and ran up the stairs to her apartment, ignoring the elevator, in an effort to blow off some steam. He pounded on the door panel twice and after a moment heard shuffling then a muffled curse. The door flew open and Ivone stood there, wrapped up in a fuzzy blue robe,