Chapter Nine
Jordan Lucas stews for a time, sitting in a bar, nursing his Scotch and soda. She’s on his mind without having to conjure the picture of her. Yes, it’s supposed to be Meredith, but he can hardly bring himself to remember his fiancée. It wasn’t always that way. She used to make his c**k jump to life just seeing her lithe and simple beauty. The way she laughed made his heart dance. He thought she was too good for him, and he imagines she still is, but one thing has become very clear, she’ll never be enough of what he needs. She gets kinky, and he should like that, like the spanking; there’s an element of excitement that tears through his body when he starts to cause her pain. But she’s always in charge, like he’s the puppet dancing for her. That he hates and it makes him hate
