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headache is hardly an issue, and my eye is no
longer swollen. The bruising will take some time to go away. But
I’m good. I know you have a life to get back to. I don’t think you
need to be here anymore.” Roxi swirled spaghetti on her fork not
making eye contact with Jonathan, but not eating it either.
    “A life?” he asked.
    “Your girlfriend, what’s her name? Linda?
The one that called yesterday.” She put the fork to her mouth and
took a bite.
    “She isn’t my girlfriend.” His eyebrows
pulled together. “Don’t you remember her? Linda? From the
plane?”
    Roxi chewed and swallowed her food, trying
to remember anyone by the name of Linda. “No, should I?”
    “Well, yeah. She was a flight attendant on
our flight. Remember I told you?” Jonathan wasn’t eating, he
watched her.
    “No. I don’t remember, but she must be good
looking since you exchanged phone numbers.” Her voice expressed a
teasing disapproval.
    “She’s all right.” His grin probably
betrayed him, so he said nothing more.
    The grin left his face, and conversation
abruptly ended when Jonathan left the table without finishing his
meal. He paced the room for a moment and then headed out of her
apartment. Unsure of what just happened she sat in disbelief. What
had she done or said to chase him off like that?
    An hour went by and she cleaned up from
dinner then planned on watching television until Jonathan returned.
Assuming he would. Staring at the screen, not really watching or
hearing it, she picked up the remote and turned it off. She decided
to go look for him.
    Opening the door to her apartment she could
hear a noise coming from across the hall, but Jake and Kristy
hadn’t returned yet. It came from Jake’s special room, his kinky
playroom of sorts. It doubled as his private gym and he equipped it
with exercise machines rigged with bondage implements. Quietly
pushing the door open an inch more so she could peek in, her breath
caught in her throat.
    Jonathan, wearing only his jeans and looking
as sexy as he was dangerous, threw a bullwhip toward a punching
bag. He looked torn, furious, and gorgeous all at the same time.
His hand wrapped around the thick handle as he moved with a grace
only he could possess. She watched mesmerized as the two
bellied-braid of the leather thong snaked back and forth through
the air looking for purchase. She jumped unexpectedly as the nylon
popper made a cracking sound that she knew all too well.
    Jonathan’s body looked firmer and his
muscles more defined than she’d ever seen before. He planted his
bare feet on the floor, bending at the knees. Throwing the whip
forward, from the bottom of his soles following through with his
whole body, he made the bullwhip look like an extension of himself.
The repetitive popping noises made her remember a time that she
tried to block from her memories, but the invisible burn of her
scars wouldn’t allow it.
    The most painful of the memories to become
clearer in her mind was the day she decided to leave Jonathan. The
first day he used a whip on her. A shiver ran down her spine, her
heart rate increased, and her breathing came quicker. She wasn’t
afraid, not at all. In fact, quite the opposite, she was turned on,
and that’s what scared her into leaving him in the first place. She
never told anyone of this, and kept it bottled up inside of her all
this time. Even Jonathan didn’t know.
    Her body hummed with anticipation watching
the whip flow through the air. Each time it hit the target her body
zinged, practically crying out for the burning sting she could
imagine it leaving behind.
    Jonathan needed to know the truth. He was
unattached, worked the whip like a pro, and he was there for her.
Each resounding crack called to her. She needed it badly, and
needed it now. What she never got the chance to tell Jonathan in
words, she’d gratefully show him now.
    Roxi disrobed in the hall and slipped into
the playroom undetected. Kneeling in submission at the door,