Free Reason by Allyson Young

Ivone heard their voices raised in farewell as they took their leave. She allowed herself to slip to the floor and curled up as small as she could. She had relished it but was so confused. What had it meant? Was it a beginning or an end? He had said she was his, but things were moving so quickly. She heard Jamison make a small sound of consternation and he scooped her up. Ivone wouldn’t open her eyes, even after he removed the blindfold, not even when he lowered her into a warm bath. She was afraid of what she would see in his face.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jamison held Ivone in the tub, changing the water constantly, waiting for her to say something, anything. He knew his performance with the double tail had been flawless and had given her what she needed. He ass fucked her to establish his total dominance and claiming in front of witnesses and, aside from that one small sound, she had made him proud. He thought she would feel his pride and would see it, if only she would look at him.
    “Ivone,” he tried, wondering what he might say to her that would make her speak, tell him what was wrong. “Ivone, you make me so proud.”
    She finally opened her eyes and looked at him wearily. “How nice for you, Jamison. Thanks so much for considering me in your evening plans.”
    Jamison froze inside at her words. He lifted her out and dried her gently then laid her over his knee as he tended to her anus. Ivone didn’t move, didn’t respond. He carried her to his room and tucked her between the sheets and retreated, turning off the lights as he went. He hesitated, and then went to his study. Patrick should be home by now.
    “What can I do for you, Jami?” Patrick’s familiar voice instantly calmed Jamison.
    “And congratulations, by the way, on your lovely little sub. I initially wondered about you going to that other club, even for variety, but you found yourself a gem.”
    Jamison forced a laugh. “Thanks, Pat. But my gem is in my bed right now, pissed off or something of the sort.”
    Patrick sighed. “Just how long have you known Ivone?”
    “I met her last Friday night.”
    “And you initiated her tonight?” Patrick asked incredulously.
    Cautiously, Jamison concurred.
    “Well that’s the quickest, most trusting D/s relationship ever, then, buddy. Or maybe not, seeing as she’s pissed, or something , with you. You are an adequate play Dom, Jami, but you clearly suck at long-term relationships. Oh, that’s right, this would be your first.”
    Jamison could feel his anger building. “So tell me what the fuck I did wrong, you bastard.”
    “Did you talk about her boundaries? Did you establish your expectations? Hers? Do you by chance have a contract? Did she know, even a little, about the initiation? Your little group pushes some of the hardest boundaries, after all. I’m surprised you invited me. Madison won’t go with me again.”
    “She should trust me,” Jamison answered belligerently, ignoring the reference to offending the sensibilities of Patrick’s sub. “I am well trained. I know my Dom role.”
    “For fuck’s sake, Jamison,” Patrick tried. “You are a play Dom. You seem to know what subs need almost without asking and you read body language as well as Graham and I. But you have absolutely no experience with any woman longer than one, maybe two nights, and then you inevitably find something wrong with them, as paltry as it might be. And even then you mostly do them at a club. I’ve never even seen the inside of your playroom before. I’m not sure I knew you had one. You are clearly in over your head here. Playing isn’t like building a lasting emotional connection. You would have rushed even the most patient sub.”
    Jamison brooded. He heard Ivone’s words echoed in Patrick’s. Shit. He was more a show than talk kind of guy.
    “So what do I do?”
    “Well, for starters you take care of her body.”
    “I know that. Jesus.”
    “Okay then. The next part will probably kill you. This woman has