Free Kiss Me Again by Kristi Rose Page B

BDSM and costume play. Doing both in the same night gave her a double win, made her feel victorious.
    She gathered up his sleeve to his shoulder hem and began cutting. When she'd finished both sides, a quick look told her she needed something more. Ignoring his sighs, she cut strips lengthwise down the front giving the shirt a shredded look.
    She dropped the extra fabric in the garbage. Looking down at her plain attire, she wondered if she could cut something from her shirt as well. Maybe a hole in the middle to expose her stomach? But she couldn't see wasting a good T-shirt for these purposes and instead grabbed the bottom edge of the shirt, pulled it up and over the center of the collar under her chin and tugged the edge downward, cinching the fabric. The look exposed her midriff and cupped her large breasts nicely. In fact, the pull of the fabric helped tug her breasts upward, a position they'd struggled to maintain in recent years.
    "Now I see the theme. I kinda look like a homeless redneck and you look like a redneck cheerleader." Buck stared at his exposed arms. "I think we should have gone the leather route."
    "The only leather we have is your letterman's jacket." Andee pulled her waistband up, hoping to minimize the red marks it was creating from the constant pressure.
    "We really suck at this." He held out his shredded shirt and raised a brow. Turning his wrist slightly, he glanced at his watch. "I guess we should go. It's almost ten."
    Andee stifled a yawn.
    Buck slid a riding crop belonging to their fifteen-year-old niece who rode dressage off the counter. "We could forget this and just go to bed."
    There was no tease in his remarks, no suggestion of what they might do if they stayed home versus trying out this dungeon.
    "Are you scared?" Andee poked, knowing his triggers. Truth was she thought she might be. Just a little.
    "Shut your mouth, woman. Nothing scares Buchanon Swift." Buck waved the crop over his head before bringing it down for a light slap against her thigh, the cattail catching her exposed skin right below the hemline of her skirt.
    "Ow," Andee cried, tears springing to her eyes. "Wow. That really hurt." She rubbed vigorously against the already red and raised skin.
    Buck rushed to her. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't even swing it that hard. Flicked it, really." He pulled her hand away to look at the welt and hissed upon first inspection. "You should put ice on it."
    Blinking back the tears, Andee looked at Buck. "Maybe this is a really bad idea. How can we go to a place like this Love Cave and even consider participating when I can't take a slight flick from the crop?"
    "I'm not real big on pain either. I don't even like watching my brother spank his kids."
    Defeated, Andee let her shoulders slump. Who was she kidding? They weren't swingers; they didn't even like to double date unless it was Cole and Lorelei. She unfastened the snap on her skirt and took her first deep breath since pulling it on. "Truth is my stomach was starting to hurt." She rubbed at the red marks circling her waistline. "We suck."
    "Nah. We just need to rethink it. I've got an idea."
    Andee waited for him to finish.
    "I saw some Easy Cheese in the pantry. I think we have bourbon and sugar cubes left. How about we get into some . . . other clothes, turn on some Mad Men. I'll let you pick the season. We can break out our sixties food, make each other an Old Fashioned, and dream about being able to drink on the job. Or at the very least, walk out whenever we want."
    "What about the hotel room? We'll have to pay anyway."
    "There's our spontaneity. See, we're reckless with money." Buck made a check mark in the air and laughed. "Check that off the list."
    Andee laughed with him. "Reckless with money wasn't on the list."
    It was good to see him smile, to share a moment and feel connected to him again.
    "Work with me here." He rubbed her arm.
    "You'd rather marathon-watch a series we've already seen than go to a sex club?"
    Buck shrugged.