“What are you talking about?”
“I believe it has a bit of a bite,” she said seriously. “But I’ve never tried it and just wondered how you felt about it?”
“You want me to cane you?” he asked with a mixture of mainly shock and a little intrigue.
Tasha shrugged. “I don’t know, but the idea of it appeals to me, I think.”
He stared at her thinking they had never had a conversation about a cane, not even in passing. “Since when?”
“Since Sara mentioned it earlier.”
“Sara? Sara is into caning? And now you want to try? This is why you should steer clear of my ex-wives. They should not be your friends, Tasha. This is not a fucking competition for who can top who on having sex with me, kinky or otherwise. Even if it was you would win hands down.” He was angry now, angry with her and she could see why he might be.
She couldn’t ever imagine him having a conversation with Gerry, Jake or Aiden or anyone else she’d slept with and if he did she would hate to think they’d discussed her and their specific likes and wants.
“Sorry. It really wasn’t like that. She tried it with Lenny, but didn’t like it, but it got me thinking, that was all,” she explained. “I’d win though?” she added, grinning
He shook his head at her. “Yes, you would win by a mile.” She grinned triumphantly now as he explained,” I spanked you with no sexual undercurrent, yet it turned you on, didn’t it?”
She simply nodded.
“I told you we could make out and maybe even a trip to the rodeo and I think that made you even hornier. Am I right?”
“Yes,” she whispered as he pulled her closer.
“You’re wet aren’t you, baby? Really wet and hot, aren’t you?” he cooed.
“Yes,” she replied hoarsely, almost unable to speak.
“How wet?” he asked darkly.
“Really wet.” Her words were more like gasps now.
He shook his head. “Not good enough, Tasha. Touch yourself and then tell me, baby. Tell me how wet you are.”
Her hand was just disappearing into her sweatpants when his phone rang.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he answered his phone and disappeared into the hall and then his office, closing the door behind him leaving her high if not dry.
Now alone, and clueless as to just how long she’d remain that way Tasha picked her own phone up and found Gerry in her contacts. As she was now flying solo she decided she could call Gerry and tell him about her engagement, after all, she didn’t want him to hear from someone else and the ideal opportunity had just presented itself so she hit call.
“Hello, princess,” he answered.
“Hiya.” Tasha was nervous, she could feel it but could also hear it in her own voice.
“It’s good to hear from you, Tash. Are you okay? You sound a bit odd.”
Tasha laughed slightly. “Yeah, I’m fine, but I have some news I wanted to share with you.”
“Intriguing. Dish the dirt then,” he encouraged.
“No dirt,” she said as Jim returned to the room and frowned at her on the phone as if to ask who she was speaking to.
“What you got then?” asked Gerry, still intrigued.
“I’ll tell you if you shut up, Gerry.” She laughed and wandered outside towards the pool.
“Sorry, Bossy Boots,” he teased making her think of Jim’s recent references to her being bossy and a nag.
