Jon Black's Woman by Tilly Greene

for him. Ultimately she was not
happy with how her parents handled the situation.
    “Five years is too long to waste
thinking about when people don’t support you.” The quiet statement
had a good dose of truth to it. In the end, the fact they were her
parents didn’t matter. They didn’t support her as a young woman,
fine, life had continued. She needed to forgive them and move
on.
    “You’re right. I should call them
and get on with my life. I’m almost twenty-six years old, there’s a
lot more to come my way.” She moved her head to rest on his bicep
and looked directly at him, locking her eyes to his. “Thank you for
listening and not judging.”
    “No, I’m sorry, but I did judge. I
judged your coach. What he did disturbs me and my morals as a man.
I’m utterly disgusted with how he used a young woman both
emotionally and physically.” His hands grasped hold of her face and
he held her firmly as he spoke. “I’m pained by what you went
through as a young lady, but I am proud of the woman you have
become. Proud you’ve moved past the ugliness to be here with
me.”
    “I’ve only ever had sex with him and
you, and with you it was magical,” she confirmed with a
smile.
    “What we had together wasn’t sex,
Molly. Sex is when there’s no feelings involved and I have feelings
for you, lots of them.” What he said wiped the smile off her face
and took her breath away. He cared and she more than cared, which
left the question of whether or not there a future for
them.
    “I have feelings for you,” she
confided and leaned up to seal her words with a kiss.
    They shared one of the sweetest and
most seductive lip locks. There were no tongues, only what they
were feeling and their lips touching. At first it was soft, gentle,
maybe even loving, then it turned into more. The feelings and
passion were still there as they deepened the kiss. They pressed
their lips more firmly together, her in a bid to push everything
away except him.
    Jon pulled back and watched her
closely as he spoke.
    “Shall we make feelings
again?”
    Molly wanted to laugh at his using
feelings instead of love, except she understood how much weight the
word carried with its use. The seriousness of where they found
themselves seeped in and she was surprised by what it brought to
mind. Her joy over possibly falling in love again brightened her
mood even further.
    With a newfound confidence in them
as a couple, she gave him her answer and asked a question of
him.
    “Definitely, and will some of it be
with BDSM?”
    There, she’d put the activity out
between them. Was he actually involved in that particular world, or
was it a rumor? There’d been no hint of his being kinky when they
were in bed together, and she’d expected something.
    “Do you know what BDSM
is?”
    “No, well, not specifically, but in
general. It’s tying up a partner and taking them, right?” She
wasn’t sure about the specifics, which fed her curiosity even
further. Actually, what she knew, the handcuffing or tying up and
taking, turned her on. Secretly she hoped it was an interest of his
which they could experiment with together.
    “Kind of, but there’s much more to
it. Some say they’re separate predilections. One would be bondage,
then dominance and submission, and another sadism and masochism.
However, others prefer to label it bondage and discipline and
S&M. In general terms, the B is for bondage, D is domination
and the SM is sado-masochism.”
    “Oh, sounds confusing.” She was
surprised the simple acronym wasn’t set in stone.
    “Only as much as you want it to be,
but I suggest you pick a definition you like and go with it.” Jon
was a relaxed person and she liked that about him.
    “What is set in stone when it comes
to the BDSM world?”
    “Well, for one thing, whatever
happens is between consenting adults. There is no room for someone
being forced to do something they don’t want to do. Many people use
safe words to call a halt to the action