Chapter 21 #2
Her fiancée stood in front of a specific bureau drawer, where she kept a hefty supply of the types of things a woman of her preference liked.
Does she want to have kinky sex tonight?
She was in that type of mood. Whenever Etta was lighthearted and playful, she usually upped the ante in the bedroom.
Or when she was upset about something. Then she took it out on Jamie.
Me and my magical pussy. She shut the door behind her and waited for Etta to speak.
“Have we ever used these?” She pulled out a long, metallic chain. “I don’t remember why the hell I got something like this. Bit garish.”
Surely, one of your exes was into it. One time Jamie expressed interest in experimenting with latex.
Next thing she knew, Ms. Coleman had every outfit and implement she could possibly want.
Not that they used hardly any of it. “Not really. I think you used them on me once, but they pinched. Keep it to the silk and leather.”
“I agree.” Etta dumped the chains on the floor. The clatter was disruptive enough to give Jamie a light heart attack. “I’ll get rid of it.”
“Doing some spring cleaning in the perv drawer, huh?”
“Thought I would get rid of the stuff we don’t like or use.”
“You mean cleaning out all the women you used to have.”
Etta stole a glance over her shoulder. “What’s the point of keeping such things if we don’t like them?”
Jamie approached, hand snaking up Etta’s back as she looked down in the drawer. “Keep the glass nipple clamps. Those are fun. In fact, get some to keep at the house.”
“I was going to.” Even so, Etta scoffed. “This thing needs to be organized. Mess.”
“Whatever you say, hon.”
Etta snatched her wrist and brought her hand up for a kiss. Jamie’s gasp echoed in their bedroom. “I say a lot of things, don’t I?”
“You always make sure they count.” Jamie was purring without realizing it. Suppose I do want some of this… Etta, her, the bed… maybe some of the stuff in this drawer. When was the last time she had a spreader bar around her ankles? Christmas?
“Then I suppose now is a good time to talk.”
Jamie shook her off and went to sit on the edge of the bed. She patted the space next to her. Etta hurried to close the bureau drawer and join her, the mattress sinking beneath her weight.
“I love you.” Etta kissed her hand again, then lightly on the lips. “You’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”
Jamie knew how these conversations went. “But?”
“No but. Only…”
“Uh-huh. But.”
“But there’s still so much left for us to explore.”
“You said something like that earlier.”
“Now I’m going to explain.”
Jamie leaned back on her arms. This would be good. Or infuriating. There was no in-between with a woman like Etta. She didn’t half-ass anything.
“The more I think about marrying you, the more I realize how much I love and want you.” She said this, yet she remained a respectful distance. “I also remember that once upon a time I made a promise to never marry a woman whom I didn’t explore everything I wanted to do with.”
Jamie went from nodding to holding the perfect pose – never wavering, never questioning. Just a small statuette waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Aren’t there things you’ve wanted to do?”
“What do you mean?” Jamie was almost afraid to let this conversation continue. “You mean… sexually?”
“Not just sexually, although that’s a big part of it, isn’t it?”
“You’re starting to freak me out a little, Etta.”
“I mean exploring things both in and out of the bedroom. We don’t do a lot of role-playing anymore. Is it because we’re complacent, or because we’re too busy to make time for one another like that?”
Jamie felt at her bare neck. She rarely takes out the collar, that’s true. “You’ve been the busiest I’ve ever seen you these past few months. I don’t know what that has to do with me, though…”
Here she came, one arm looping around Jamie’s midsection as she kissed her shoulder and then the top of her ear. Her breath blew in, shudders ripping through Jamie as her whole body conspired against her and turned her into the very thing Etta wanted – a sexually available woman ready for anything.
“You trying to tell me you don’t like the kinky shit?”
“Not all the time… but I get your point.”
“I thought you might. Would be a shame to have a girlfriend who didn’t want to spend half her day exploring the darker sides of her sexuality.”
“What are you even going on about?” Jamie was starting to blush, which meant she would soon become more malleable than dough. In Etta’s expert hands? If she weren’t careful, she would be having an orgasm in five more minutes and not know how they reached that point so quickly.
“I’m talking about doing things we’ve both wanted but never got around to doing, whether it’s equipment or role-play situations.
You know that drawer we have over there?
I only want it to be filled with things we both want.
This apartment and our house need to be rid of the past. I want to focus on the future.
I’ve realized that I need to treat my relationship with you more like a business…
in that there is only learning from the past, but we always continue forward. ”
Her lips bit the collar of her dress, tongue lightly grazing her skin.
“I see… that’s not a bad outlook.”
Now it was Etta’s turn to get to her instead of the other way around. “But?”
“But with you? I never know what to expect. Sometimes it’s kinda scary.”
“Surely by now you know you can trust me.”
“Trusting you and feeling confident are two different things. Even after all our time together, I’m still getting used to the things you’re into.”
“We’ll take it slow,” Etta reassured her. “There’s a lot we can do together. Although…”
Jamie waited for it.
“Why don’t we start tonight?”