Free Jenny and James by Georgeanna Bingley Page A

James just said, "Look, you're obviously upset about what you saw on my computer.” Leaning forward, he added, “Is there anything I can say that will calm you down?   You know I'm a good guy that respects women.”
    "I know that.   It's just...um,” Jenny squirmed a little, then decided to go for it and just ask, “Do you ever do stuff like that with the girls you date?   Or is it just something you like to look at?"
    James leaned in and said, "Yes, I do tie up girls that want me to.   A lot of people are into bondage and S&M, and as long as it's consensual it can be fun."  
    "So you'd never force anyone to do that?"
    "God, Jenny, no!"   James sounded rather pissed.   "Of course not; that would be so wrong.   I only do this with willing girls, and why do you look upset about that?"
    Caught off guard, she started blushing and just stared at the table.   Finally, she looked up and found him looking at her, obviously waiting for an answer.   Her eyes shot right back down, she took a deep breath, and, after stammering a time or two, she finally   blurted out, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be forced to have sex, and I know it's wrong, and it's awful, and there's probably something wrong with me.   I'm so sorry I accused you of being into that, because I know you, and I know you're not a rapist, and oh my god, I'm so sorry; I've just never told anyone this before...” Hanging her head she added, “Please don't tell anyone else how fucked up I am."
    Valiantly struggling to not laugh James said, "Sweetie, you know I won't betray your confidence.   That's actually a pretty common fantasy, and there's lots of good psychological reasons which I won't bother explaining, but fantasizing about that doesn't make you fucked up...at least not as fucked up as being 28 and still sleeping with a stuffed cat makes you.” Seeing her reaction, he chuckled and added, “Oh good, there's a smile; c'mon, let's get out of here before the chef thinks you're upset because you didn't like the food."
    Safely back in the car, he continued, "There are actually a lot of people that are into 'play-rape' or ravishment.   I like the latter term better; either way, one person forces another, but they've actually talked about it beforehand and set limits and, most importantly, a safeword. That way the 'victim' can stop the action if she needs to, but can still say 'no' and protest what's happening while the 'attacker' ignores her."
    Jenny took a breath and asked if he'd ever done anything like that, and he said, "Yes, actually.   It's really intense, but I love doing it.   I work out with the girl ahead of time what she wants, and then I catch her off guard and do it.   So far, every girl has loved it."
    "Every girl?   How often are you doing this?"   Jenny asked, starting to get a little creeped out.
    "Just five or six; not too many.   I've dated a few girls that, while they were really into S&M, they had no desire to try this, and I would never push this on anyone.   In fact, all the girls I've done it with brought it up to me; I never asked them to try it."
    "Really, what did they say, 'James, will you pretend to rape me?' I can't imagine saying that."
    "Then don't, sweetie.   You can pick a different way to phrase it when you're ready to ask me."
    "Oh, good," she said and then gasped, realizing what he'd said, and even worse, what her reaction implied.   She glanced over him...fortunately he was watching the road...and tried to imagine what it would be like if he just pulled the car over and climbed on top of her, ignoring her protests.   Oh, God, why was she getting turned on by this?   What was wrong with her?   He looked over at her as they stopped at a stop sign, and she suddenly just knew that he knew what she was thinking; he smirked at her, and then kept driving until they got back to his apartment.
    "You want to come in?" he asked.
    "No, I should probably get some sleep; big day tomorrow with the new