It’s the case of the amazing disappearing orgasm, folks, she thought dryly as she examined the broken vibrator in the palm of her hand.
It was only a little finger-vibe—the cheap kind they gave you as an “extra bonus gift” when you ordered from that big sex toy site online. It was too weak to do her much good and barely the width of the finger it was named for, so Jodi didn’t know how she had expected it to get her off anyway. But being around the big, obnoxious Kindred made her so unreasonably hot, she’d thought that maybe just this once, it might do the job.
Well think again, she told herself. Admit it, Jodi—you can’t come without your props and toys.
It was sad and sick but it was also true. What she needed to get off were all the things tucked neatly away in the spare-room closet, where Vorn was doubtless fast asleep by now. Although a few minutes ago, she had heard him say something and give a low groan. Was he having bad dreams…or jerking off?
Jodi tried not to think about it. Instead, she concentrated on her own problem.
One of the reasons she’d decided to become a sex therapist was because she’d always had an intense interest in alternate forms of sexuality—specifically BDSM.
She’d read 9 ½ Weeks by the time she was thirteen. She could still remember the powerful sense of her own awakening sexuality when she devoured the dog-eared little paperback loaned to her by an older student. Her pussy had clenched at the parts of the book where the narrator’s lover ties her up or handcuffs her to the table. A few years later, she’d managed to rent the movie when her parents were out of town for one of her dad’s seminars and had been intrigued by the blindfolding scenes and the use of the riding crop.
From almost the minute she began to have sexual urges, Jodi had known she wasn’t cut out for a “vanilla” lifestyle. But just as she had finally gotten old enough to get out of the house and started exploring the kink community (which was quite large in Tampa) that awful thing had happened to Melli.
Seeing her sister’s trauma and pain had effectively shut Jodi down. How could she possibly desire some of the same things that had happened to her little sister—things which had nearly caused Melli to want to end herself?
For months, Melli had teetered on the brink of suicide and Jodi, full of guilt, had kept her secret and done her best to keep her little sister safe. She had submerged the part of herself that longed for black leather instead of lace and thrown herself into helping Melli recover.
And it had worked—Melli might still have some physical issues, but she was mentally in a much better place than she had been. She still wouldn’t date, but she had regained her appetite and seemed happier than she had been in a long time. Jodi was really happy for her and hoped that eventually her little sister would make a full recovery.
But in the meantime, she had been trying to live a vanilla life for so long, she’d almost forgotten she was interested in kink in the first place. Ironically, it was James who had reminded her of her old desires.
It was because sex with her fiancé was so very boring and humdrum that Jodi had gone looking to spice things up…and had found that old, dog-eared copy of 9 ½ Weeks again.
During the bad time with Melli, she had buried her true desires so deeply she had almost managed to convince herself they didn’t even exist. But flipping through the pages and reading snatches of the book which had wakened her sexually in the first place, Jodi felt the first new stirrings of desire she’d felt in a long, long time.
She’d tried to introduce the idea to James—suggesting that they try blindfolding each other or asking him in a careful, round-about way how he felt about bondage or spanking. She’d even suggested that they try going to one of the many kink clubs down in Ybor city, the historic part of Tampa.
James had thrown cold water over her attempts immediately.
“Really, darling—spanking?” he’d asked, an incredulous little smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. “As though you were a naughty school-girl? How juvenile! And why would we want to go to one of those grimy clubs where they have sticky floors and everyone dresses like it’s Halloween all year round?”
Jodi had felt ashamed and had withdrawn her ideas at once. James could be cuttingly sarcastic when he wanted to be and she didn’t care to get into a fight with him about this. So spicing up her sex life with her fiancé was a no-go. Still, she had to do something—after years of suppressing her sex drive and her true desires, she was going crazy!