“Yeah, I guess I overreacted,” I sighed. “I don’t know. I get so emotional in bed. I’m just kind of overwhelmed by the feeling, ya know?”
“Oh, I know,” Isabella agreed. “Remember Anthony? God, that guy wasn’t good at much, but he could fuck like the dickens. I just lost all control around him.”
“But you broke up with him,” I pointed out.
“Only because he cheated on me,” she countered. “I mean, I guess to be that good at sex, you have to have a lot of it. But still. He misrepresented himself in that area. Plus, he kept pushing for no condoms, and I was not down.”
“Do you think Jack may be just using me?” I asked.
“I thought we just talked about this!”
“No, not that way. Like he’s trying to work something out. Not in a malicious way, like he knows,” I explained. “But like he doesn’t realize it.”
“Hmm, that’s deep,” admitted Bella. “It’s possible, sure. I mean, the guy puts a lot of effort into having sex. It’s very complicated for him. Something may have fallen into the cracks. But you’re enjoying yourself, right?”
“Yeah, I really am,” I confessed. “The lifestyle is a lot of fun. I really like it when a guy takes control, ya know? Jack’s dominating voice telling me what to do, I get shivers just thinking about it.”
“Maybe just talk to him about it,” Isabella said. “Communication is key. But ya know, you guys are cooped up in the house together.”
“So?”
“Well, they’re saying on the news that it’s really putting a strain on relationships,” said my roommate. “That too much time together. Couples are starting to unravel because they’re not used to it. Maybe Jack just needs some breathing space, and he can’t get it because there’s nowhere to go.”
“So, I should back off?”
“Well… It’s kind of hard to read from here, babe. Good luck, though. Keep me updated.”
Chapter Fourteen – Jack
I couldn’t believe Sandra had disobeyed me in the bedroom. It was a violation of the dynamic and quite the turnoff. How could I get her disciplined again?
Maybe I had pushed her too far, too fast. She seemed like the ideal pet, but now she looked like a dabbler, someone who’d drop in on the lifestyle while it suited them, but then drift out the moment it got too real.
Perhaps it was my fault. As the one in charge, I had sent the wrong signal. Never blame your submissive, only blame yourself. After all, I was the one in control. But then again, Sandra had made me lose control on more than one occasion.
After spending the morning avoiding Sandra, I got a call on my smartphone. Jake, one of the brothers’ and Sandra’s cousin, lit up my phone. He had arranged a meeting for later in the day, but it wasn’t for a couple of hours.
“Hey, Jake,” I greeted. “What’s up? You need to reschedule?”
“No, I’m coming by your house in about thirty minutes.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’m in the Hamptons, and I’m driving your way,” he revealed. “We need to have a face to face. That’s all right, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, of course,” I swallowed. “I just, I mean the house—”
“I won’t hold a messy house against you. See you in thirty.”
He hung up, and I was reeling. The last thing I needed was one of the Davies family coming up here. This wasn’t about the merger. Jake was checking on Sandra. There was no telling what she would say, and I didn’t have time to have a serious talk with her. I guess I should have, but now it was too late.
“Jake Davies will be here in 30 minutes,” I texted her.
I got some of the merger papers together and started printing a few more. Sandra rushed up the stairs and opened the door.
“Jake’s coming here? Why?”
“He wouldn’t say, but we need to be ready. Print out files or get ready to access them on your iPad. He’s probably going to put us through the wringer.”
There was no time to talk about what happened in the bedroom. If Jake pulled us off the merger, that would be a far bigger disaster.
“Jack,” Jake greeted when I opened the door a half-hour later. “Hope you don’t mind the visit.” He looked at me sternly, almost like a challenge.
“Of course not,” I said. “Come in. We set up in the kitchen.”
Jake had the reputation of being the scariest of the Davies. He was the youngest, but also the biggest shark in court. With a mixed personality of being nice yet almost a mobster, it was hard to know which side of Jake Davies you were going to get. He was a no-nonsense kind of lawyer, and he didn’t take kindly to frivolous behavior. That he drove all the way out here to confront us personally was pure Jake.
In the kitchen, Sandra had set out the papers and the iPad. We were both dressed professionally, and there wasn’t any indication of the intimacy that had taken place between us. We kept our body language very understated, and it genuinely looked like we had been working diligently in the kitchen. Jake took off his jacket and put it on the back of the kitchen chair. He sat down and waited for me to do the same.