by Jamie Knight
“Why am I here? What a question!” she laughed. “I’m stuck in quarantine, and I’m bored as shit. Figured you would be too. Is there anything I can get you, sir?”
“This is kind of a bad time, Kitty,” I said, trying to think of an excuse that wouldn’t hurt her feelings.
“Look, I told you before, sir. I don’t mind sharing. You want to bring that pretty young thing in the bedroom and tie us both up? I’m down. She seems kind of uptight. Did you break her in yet?”
“You talked to Sandra?”
“Sandra. Right. Couldn’t remember the name. Cute. Totally your type.”
“More than my type,” I said, bristling at the comment.
“Hey-hey-hey, relax, I’m not the jealous type,” she laughed. “The more, the merrier, I say. Although I would prefer to break you in myself once. Just to break the ice. I’m not wearing underwear, as per your request, sir.”
“Things of have changed, Kitty,” I said, turning away. “I’m not, I’m not the same person.”
“What? Okay, what’s that mean?”
“I think I’m in love with Sandra.”
Kitty laughed uproariously. “C’mon, Jack,” she said sarcastically. “This isn’t high school. Like I said, I think she’s cute. You wanna rock a three-way, I got no problem with that. You got extra handcuffs, right?”
“You’re not hearing me,” I said.
Kitty’s offer would’ve been tempting a year ago. But now, with Sandra in my life, I didn’t want anyone else but her. And I was sure Sandra would not go for a three-way arrangement. Otherwise, she would’ve stayed. Her sister being sick was obviously some kind of ruse to get out of here.
“You gotta go, Kitty,” I insisted. “For good this time. You can’t come back.”
“What? Seriously?” she said incredulously. “I don’t get you, Jack. I’m a free lunch here.”
“Nothing’s for free,” I retorted. “I’m sorry. It’s over between us.”
“So, you’re not even interested in one last bang? For old time’s sake?”
“I can’t, Kitty,” I said solemnly. “Please, just go.”
Kitty sighed and got up from the couch. She was not the kind of woman who usually got turned on.
“Well, now I’m really sorry I didn’t get to have sex with Sandra,” she said. “Her pussy must be made of gold.”
“You know,” I said as I held the door for her. “It’s not personal. I really am in love.”
“I can see that,” said Kitty. “And I’m actually kind of jealous. Have a good life, Jack.”
“You too.”
The moment I shut the door, I immediately dialed Sandra. I left her a very detailed message about my past relationship with Kitty. I was a different person back then, and Kitty, while extraordinarily good in bed, was kind of a drag to be around. As sexual as I was, her lust knew no bounds. I was quite sure she’d probably find someone to have sex with before the hour was up.
After two days of calling with no response, I was lost and despondent. Eventually, I tracked down her roommate, Isabella, but she didn’t know where she had gone. The city was an absolute mess at this point, so it was actually a kind of relief that she didn’t go back there. God forbid if Sandra got caught up in one of these riots, I’d never forgive myself.
With no other resources, I asked the Davies Brothers for help. They were, of course, furious that Sandra wasn’t there. That was an interesting change. With all the stuff that was going on, they were equally worried she might get hurt roaming around.
“Jack,” lectured William. “When are you going to stop this foolishness? Sandra is a good woman. If you blow it with her…”
“But I didn’t. When Kitty showed up, how could I control that?”
“By not getting involved with women like Kitty in the first place,” said Dan, finally speaking up. “I’m sure you had fun with these women, but what kind of character do they have, Jack? Think about that.”
“I guess you’re right,” I sighed. “C’mon, guys, cut me some slack. I’m sure I’m not the only man to be led astray.”
“I had some fun in my day,” Dan admitted. “But that’s all over, and it’s for the best. It’s high time you grew up, Jack.”
“I swear, I will make this up to her,” I promised. “You’ve got to find her for me. I need to talk to her.”
“Okay, we’ll make some calls,” William said. “We have plenty of connections in the NYPD, but they have their hands full right now.”
“What about that private firm?” asked Dan. “I’m sure they’re not very busy.”
“Good point. I wouldn’t mind throwing them some work,” William acknowledged. “We’ll get back to you when we know something, Jack.”
Chapter Twenty - Jack
The next day, I got drunk in the house alone. This was something I’ve never done. At some point, I staggered up to the playroom and had a look around. Why did I ever build this thing? What was I thinking?
Guess it was trendy and cool. The women seemed to like it. It was funny how a little spanking and light bondage made the regular sex seem spectacular. For me, it became a crutch. Maybe I had taken it too far and let it warp me.
Suddenly, I found myself knocking over all the equipment. The restraints, even the ones in the walls, I started to tear out with my bare hands. I got out all the sex tapes and destroyed them one by one. I didn’t want a single trace of them left.
I found myself sitting on the floor in the mess. Why had I let myself go this far? I thought I was just having fun, but really I was damaging my soul. The lifestyle was an escape for me. To avoid relationships, I dove into kink and subverted myself. And I had allowed it to go on so long, I couldn’t function in a healthy relationship anymore.
Here I was, finally faced with someone I could love, and I just fell to pieces. I needed to rebuild myself. The old Jack had to go.
Passing out in the mess, I awoke with a mild hangover and a new purpose. I went downstairs, brewed a cup of black coffee. After drinking it, I went right to work. I removed everything that was connected with other women or kink. It was all tainted.
And I didn’t just throw the bags of garbage on the curb, I had a service come and remove all the bags. It was all gone now. The only thing left in the playroom was a lot of space and a lot of empty drawers.
Just for good measure, I cleaned the house as well. I felt like with each room I cleaned, it was new and pure. In the course of moving a few pieces of furniture, I stumbled upon some lost panties that probably weren’t Sandra’s. There were a few other things as well, including a nipple clamp. I put them all in a trash bag, put them in my car, and drove them to the dump.
After a few days, I felt I had purged the house of all the previous “bad spirits” of my past. I had the maids come in and do a deep clean just to be sure. Now the house was sparkling. My hope was, I had cleaned out my own head, body, and soul. That I could be just as sparkling for Sandra.
That’s when William called.
“We found her,” he said. “She’s been staying at Jake’s. I have the number, but I don’t think she’ll talk to you.”
“Thanks, William,” I said. “I owe you.”
“If you weren’t such a good lawyer, I wouldn’t even bother,” he said. “But honestly, good luck. I hope you win her back.”
“I will,” I said confidently.
I called Jake.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
“Will she talk to me?” I asked.
“What makes you think she’s here?”
“C’mon, Jake, let’s not play games,” I insisted.
“Oh, now you want to not play games, huh?” he said sarcastically. “Guys like you, you really take the cake, you know that?”
“How’s that?”
“You got it all, Jack. Money, looks, a powerful position, and what do you do with it? Bang everything in a skirt. That’s what you do,” he scoffed. “Any idi
ot with a penis and confidence can do what you do. You slummed for years, and now you’ve finally met someone of good character, and you don’t know what to do!”
“I’m changing that.”
“Ha!”
“No, it’s true,” I vowed. “Sandra means everything to me. She changed me. That’s the truth. Look, I have a past. Everyone does. But I was honest with her. More honest than I’ve ever been with anyone.”
“She says one of your bimbos showed up at your front door!”
“She was an old girlfriend, of sorts, yes,” I admitted. “But she came back, and I sent her away. I’m not interested in her anymore, and I never asked her to show up.”
“I want to believe you, Jack, but she’s my cousin,” Jake said skeptically. “We have to keep our family members safe.”
“Look, you’d think I’d do this just for kicks? Just for the merger? I didn’t ask for this to happen, but I’m in love with Sandra. I want to spend the rest of my life with her,” I pleaded. “Jesus, Jake, can’t you see I’m pouring my heart out here? At least let me come up there and plead my case in person.”
“It’s really not my call,” said Jake. “Personally, I think you can come up here, but if Sandra isn’t comfortable with it. I won’t allow it.”
“That’s fair,” I agreed. “Just tell her… I just… I need to see her.”
“Give me a couple of days,” Jake advised. “I may have to slowly wind her into this.”
“I appreciate that, Jake.”
“Well, I was in love once,” he sighed. “Does terrible things to a man. Try to relax and don’t drink too much. You know how volatile these things are, you might need to be ready at a moment’s notice.”
“I’ll be ready. I swear,” I promised.
“And for God’s sake, get rid of all those…sex toys or whatever you have,” he advised.
“Way ahead of you,” I told him. “Cleaned out the room yesterday. It’s all gone.”
“The camera? The tapes?”
“It’s all gone,” I swore. “And for the record, I never taped anyone without permission. Including Sandra. Didn’t even suggest it.”
“Never understood that whole taping yourself thing,” scoffed Jake. “Why the hell would I want to see my own ass bouncing up and down? That’s not hot. Professional porn stars, at least they’re in shape.”
“I appreciate you doing this, Jake.”
“Don’t thank you me yet,” he said. “Sandra may still say no.”
Chapter Twenty-One - Sandra
Spending time at Jake’s house, I felt lost. New York City was unraveling, and each day, I worried about my friends and family in the city. Bella, as it turned out, had hooked up with a guy she had met while taking out the garbage. He lived in an apartment a few doors down. He was a neighbor we never met, but because they had both been cooped up because of the virus, they were an item now. Good for her. Unfortunately for me, she never had time to talk anymore.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Isabella apologized when I finally got her on the phone. “Manuel and I have been…busy.”
“I appreciate that, but my life is falling apart!”
“I know, I read the text, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “But did Jack really go back with his ex?”
“I don’t know! She showed up out of the blue at his place,” I cried.
“Well, that doesn’t mean anything,” she dismissed. “Women are psychos. We’ve all shown up at the house of an ex.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, I have, and I was pissed,” she admitted. “But right now, I am mellow. Manuel is…gifted.”
“Please, can we talk about me first? I swear you can tell me all about Manuel’s cock later,” I promised. “I’m devastated.”
“Well, what did Jack say? Did he have an explanation?”
“I’m not going to talk with that…that, Cheater!” I exclaimed.
“You don’t even know if he’s a cheater,” she countered. “His girlfriend might not even be a girlfriend. She could be some psycho who tracked him down off a website. You talked about doing that once.”
“I wasn’t serious,” I said, recalling that I did. “It was more like I was just talking about it.”
“Look, Jack is a catch,” Isabella said. “Of course, there’s going to be competition for him. But you can’t just give up! You have to fight for him.”
“But he has so much sex,” I explained. “He had tapes.”
“Of you?”
“No, but of other women. A whole bunch.”
“So? Guys love porn,” she dismissed. “Making porn is like a whole thing for them. It’s fun.”
“You’ve done it?”
“Kinda. On Snapchat once,” she admitted. “You couldn’t see my face. I think it ended up on Porn hub. The headline was like Tinder Date has sex on the first date. That wasn’t true, though.”
“Porn hub isn’t known for their accuracy,” I pointed out.
“True.”
“What am I going to do, Bella?”
“Why don’t you talk to him? Get his side of the story?”
“He’s a jerk! A handsome, loveable jerk, I don’t know,” I said, crying into the phone. “I’m so confused. I don’t know what to think.”
“What does your heart say?”
“Sandra! Sandy! Hey! You have a visitor!” called my cousin from the living room.
“Bella, let me go. Something’s happening.”
I went outside the bedroom. Through the window into the downstairs, I could see Jack walking up the driveway from his car.
“Jack’s here,” Jake announced. “Go talk to him.”
“What? You invited him here?”
“Not exactly. He called, and I was supposed to smooth things over for him, but I decided it would be better to wait until he got here to tell you. That way, you couldn’t say no.”
“No!”
“Oh, c’mon. The guy’s crazy about you,” Jake said. “Just hear him out. I can’t have you living on my couch for the rest of your life.”
“I’m in a guest bedroom.”
“Figure of speech,” he dismissed. “And if you argue, do it outside. I’m watching Tiger King. Have you seen that?”
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Okay? It’s amazing, I think. Huh.”
Cousin Jake returned to his TV, and I went outside to confront Jack.
“Jack, what are you doing here?” I demanded the moment I got outside.
“Sandra, I’ve been so worried.”
“Cut the crap. You know why I’m here.”
“I’m sorry about Kitty. But she’s in my past. I sent her away and told her to never come back into my life,” he promised.
“Did you use me? Just to help the merger along?”
“What? No!” he said immediately. “I fell in love with you.”
“I want to believe that, I really do,” I said dramatically. “But I don’t know what to believe.”
“Look, there’s something I didn’t tell you. Ten years ago, I had a fiancé. She was killed in a car accident. It left me pretty broken at the time,” he confessed.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“I turned to the BDSM lifestyle as a means of coping,” he explained. “It was the only way I could feel like I was in control again. Without it, I was just lost. That’s why I got so upset when you pushed me to kiss you.”
“So, all the bondage stuff, the rope—”
“I guess it was a way for me to forget my trouble past,” he admitted. “I could, of course, keep my submissives at arm’s length, so they never got too close. But you were different. You got too close from the moment I saw you. You were in my heart.”
“Oh, Jack,” I said, touched by his words. “I’ve been miserable without you. I really have. But I feel like we’ve destroyed the trust.”
“No, we haven’t. I never lied to you, never,” he vowed. “I didn�
�t tape you and those old tapes? They meant nothing. I’ve destroyed them all. The playroom is empty now. All the toys are gone.”
“All of them?”
“Well, the vibrator was yours,” he recalled. “I think I put that in the nightstand of the bedroom.”
“Maybe I won’t be needing it,” I smiled, moving closer to him. “But if we’re going to do this again, we have to do it right. We have to actually date.”
“We’ve been dating. My God, the amount of time we spent together. Those days count as like five dates at least,” he concluded. “We’ve gotten to know each other very well.”
“That’s true,” I agreed.
“Will you come back to the house? Please? It’s where you belong,” he offered.
Jack pulled out a ring box, but I pushed it down.
“Too soon,” I said. “But I’ll move back in with you, and we can try. But we have to take it slow.”
“Yes, I promise. And no more playroom.”
“I don’t mind the toys. It was the room, I think.”
Chapter Twenty-Two - Jack
After three months of Sandra back in my life, we had become a real couple. The lifestyle hadn’t totally left us, but we explored it in a more healthy way now.
I had Sandra tied to the bed. She had nipple clamps on, and her favorite vibrator was inside her. I sat at the edge of the bed playing with the controls on my phone. It was a scenario we had repeated on and off over the last few weeks. Tonight, I was going to add a twist.
“Whew, my God,” she panted. “That was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I can take another orgasm, sir. I’m ready to get up.”
I pulled out the ring box.
“Is that the ring? Jack, I don’t know…”
The moment she hesitated, I jacked up the vibrations on the phone.
“Oh! Oh, God! C’mon, Jack, this isn’t fair!” she cried, struggling against the bonds and the feeling of pleasure.
“Marry me,” I demanded.
“No, stop,” she begged.
I turned up the vibrations more. Sandra’s mouth dropped open, and she squirmed in her position. She was unable to stop the intense pleasure or get up from the bed.
