Reason by Allyson Young Page A

with ridiculous rabbit slippers on her feet.
    “Jamison! I am so sorry! I went home with a headache and fell asleep,” she babbled.
    He walked straight in and put her over his shoulder, kicking the door shut behind him, and went to a kitchen chair. He pulled it out and sat, standing her between his knees as he stripped the robe from her, leaving the bunny slippers. Her face was flushed and creased from sleep, and she smelled warm and sweet. Jamison’s resolve faltered. Perhaps just a few smacks and then he would take her.
    “Jamison, please,” Ivone begged, fixing him with her curious eyes. “I don’t need another spanking.”
    Jamison released her and chased her into the bedroom, managing to crack her across the ass three times before she took refuge on the bed. He smiled and began to remove his clothes.
    “I thought we were going to talk,” Ivone protested.
    “After,” he promised, and fairly leapt upon the mattress, the box spring protesting their combined weight. He pushed her legs up and over his shoulders and bent to eat her pussy. Ivone quit protesting and within minutes was shattering under his busy tongue and lips. He pushed his cock into her and felt her clenching around him as she began to settle. Jamison once again just felt and enjoyed the sensation of her tiny channel as it stretched to pulse around him. He then stroked hard and fast, abandoning any pretence of control and pumped his seed into her. He rolled to his back and pulled her so that her head rested on his shoulder, trying to catch his breath, listening to the combined beat of their hearts.
    “Talk.”
    Ivone sputtered. “I want that dinner you promised me!”
    Jamison sighed. This relationship-building stuff was hard work. All the same, Ivone was well worth it. He struggled to his feet and began to dress, while she ran off to the bathroom. He then stood in the doorway to watch her brush her teeth and wanted to replace the toothbrush with his cock. She caught him looking and must have read his mind because she rolled her eyes and spat into the sink, spoiling the moment. He went to her closet and chose a simple dress for her. No underwear. Ivone looked as though she would protest then visibly kept silent. He found himself looking forward to sitting with her in an intimate booth where he could make her pull her skirt up for him. He had always been a pervert, he acknowledged cheerfully, but Ivone made him want to play out every dark fantasy. If she were to be his, then she would have to accommodate him. Except if she really didn’t want to, he amended, thinking about what Patrick had said to him. Hard work indeed.
     
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    Ivone hoped that she and Jamison could sort things out, or at least begin to communicate on a different, cognitive level tonight. She wanted him in the worst way. He was like an addiction. But she promised herself that he would accept her boundaries or she would cut her losses. He was making her nuts. They were steamrolling along like a pair of infatuated teenagers, and while it exhilarated her, it scared the crap out of her, too.
    He took her to a quiet, well-appointed restaurant, and made a show of consulting with her before ordering their meal. She waited for the server to pour their wine before she began.
    “Can we be totally up front with one another, Jamison?”
    He stared back at her intently and then nodded.
    “This doesn’t feel like play, Jamison,” she said. “I mostly like what we have done together, but while I feel very close to you, I honestly can’t read your mind.”
    “I rarely explain myself, Ivone. I don’t have to. My word in my business is law, and I don’t entertain many challenges. I have extended this approach in all the other areas of my life. I won’t bore you with the reasons for this.”
    “You don’t have to explain the reasons, Jamison, if you don’t want to, but part of really connecting with another person is to let that person in. Let them in to share both your joy and