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“Did she see the marks I left on you, Dagne?” he asked.
“She likes them,” Dagne responded.
“That’s good.” He smiled.
“So, is that what this is about?” Jocelyn chimed in. “You didn’t have the balls to ask me about these things yourself. Frankly, I thought you knew.”
“These are delicate matters. But then it gave me a good reason to give my German mistress a few punishing shots.”
“You marked her so I’d notice?”
“And you enjoyed them,” he sai
d triumphantly.
“You’re a bloody demon!” she charged.
“And you’re a scandalous brat,” he came right back. “Get on with you, will you, Dagne. My lover here and I have things to discuss.”
“So you just use me!” Dagne spat, irritated. She pulled away from Jocelyn. “If I find her here again alone I’ll use my whole hand in her ass. You know she had hers in my pussy?”
“Did you now?” Ian looked at his green-eyed lover with a noticeable degree of admiration. “Are you as dominant as you are submissive?”
“My female lover at home says so.”
“Huh?” He was confounded.
“You’ve got a full plate with this one, Ian,” Dagne interjected as she moved toward the door to leave. “Wouldn’t want to lose her.” As Dagne sauntered away, Jocelyn could see more clearly the marks that Ian had laid on her back and bottom. A moment later, she’d disappeared from view.
Turning her attention back to Ian, Jocelyn took in the odd manic spirit that appeared in his eyes, feeling simultaneously thrilled and frightened by the jolt it gave her.
“I bet your ass hurts,” he said pulling her over in his lap and inspecting the mild damages to her anal cleft.
“It does,” she confirmed. Falling from his knees, she grabbed for her robe, not ready for more sex.
“That’s good. Make it even better when I use you tonight.”
“You think you’ll use me?” She was turning icy on the inside, not icy as in frigid, but icy as in aloof and distant. Cold as in disdainful. She wondered why, knowing immediately that she hated being manipulated, except of course when it was Reggie. She’d always accepted his underhanded exploits with her as breathless wonders. Despite the fact that she’d enjoyed sex with Dagne, this incident was nothing like those amazing times.
“I’m beginning to think that’s what you want, to be used,” Ian offered. His grin was perverse and his eyes oddly remote as if he was in another world. Then he piped up happy as you please, grabbed Jocelyn to kiss her thoroughly about the mouth, and suggest they find some place to eat and spend the day by a lake.
***
Jocelyn told Ian that she was too exhausted to meander through beer halls and clubs that night. The lake had been draining on her mind and body, seeming to suck her dry of life, all that wind and glaring sun. Ian let her fall sleep at eight o’clock when she simply couldn’t stay awake any longer, but he woke her just before midnight. She’d been on her back in a peaceful repose, and it took some time for her mind to adjust to the fact that he was looming over her, holding her hands above her head with the grasp of a high wire artist keeping them in place. There was not enough light in the room to see his whole face. But peering at her eerily from the shadows, the molten gleam in his eyes produced a dangerous feeling below.
“Tell me, Jocelyn, what drives you?” he whispered. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
“You know I do,” she answered.
“Your breasts marked, your ass beaten?”
“Sometimes.”
With one hand he held her chin in a vise-like grip. It was impossible not to stare into his menacing eyes.
“Sometimes?” he repeated with an edge of anger. “You like it dark, criminal, pricking the edge of sanity.”
“Ian, no!” She was pushing back but could hardly move.
