has my panties off, his face between my legs, and I forget what I had to do or wanted to say to him. Pulling away from him, he extends his long arms and gently reaches for me and I’m in his arms, my head against his chest hearing his heart beat wildly. My bag still hanging over my shoulder. He takes the bag from my arm and places it near my feet. “Now tell me what Alecia said to you?” He sits and tugs me down in his lap. It reminds me of when I first met him and he let me sit on his lap and watch a movie. This time I’m older and I’m free to be with him anyway I want. But now all I want to do is get away from him, so I can breathe. I look up into his brilliant eyes because I don’t know how to bring the subject up. And Alecia could be lying. He twists his body under me and he’s breathing hard. I feel his penis and it is full and eager. I’m anxious to get this out on the table but he’s making it hard for me to talk. His hand opens my blouse, and I’m gazing down at his probing hand searching for my nipples. His breathing is definitely increasing and sooner than later, he will have me on the floor fucking me hard, and I won’t be able to resist him. I surprise him and myself, “Alecia said that you are into bondage and S&M.” He stops and looks at me and doesn’t say a word. His eyes grow cold. It’s the first time I see that side of him. His eyes stares at me but there’s no light in those eyes. They are hard, cool, and calculating and turning to green ice. “Is it true? And is that the kind of life you had with her?” Softly he speaks, “Yes, it’s true, but my past sex life has anything to do with you.” “Why don’t you try telling Alecia that,” I said my eyes glaring into his. “She says this is what you like. Are you planning on pursuing that kind of relationship with me?” “Yes, if you let me.” I was surprised he was so truthful. “And if I don’t let you, then are you going to run to Alecia and tie her up and beat her ass until you come?” “I would prefer your ass,” he said lighthearted as if it was a joke, shooting a small smile. I narrow my eyes showing my displeasure. “You’re not being fair, Amanda. You don’t understand me.” “And she does? If you had said something to me maybe I would have tried to understand. But the way it is now, I don’t think I want to understand.” I jumped up from his warm lap and reached for my bag and headed for the door. “You are being a ...” And he stopped. “So, I’m being a child again. I’m sick of you and Alecia referring to me as a child. I don’t need you and you can go back to that evil bitch you’ve been tying up and fucking. She’s such a wretch you probably had to tie her up to fuck her, otherwise you would have to masturbate.” If I was being snide and criticizing Alecia, I’m glad. “Now I’m being snarky,” I said to him. “Don’t go Amanda. We can work this out.” “I’m leaving and I’ll get my clothes later.” “Do you need anything?” I raised an eyebrow. “Money?” he clarified. “I have some but I’ll get a job and make my own.” I closed the door with Matthew looking down at the floor. I didn’t want to leave him like that but I felt I had to. We both needed time away from each other, and time to think about what we are willing to sacrifice to make this relationship work.
Chapter 2: Matthew I did get time to think and I began to question my relationship with Amanda. Is it selfish of me to take an innocent young girl and fashion her into what I want? What is it that I want? I need a family but maybe Amanda isn’t the right person for me. Living in San Francisco has me thinking about my options. I thought I would never consider Alecia’s proposal to return to her and start our life again, but Amanda has made me insecure. I don’t know what to expect from her. I need order. My marriage to Alecia may not have been the best, but I knew what I was getting and I knew