“I never agreed to those terms,” she tried very hard to sound civil. But the truth was coming back to her in waves of painful remembrance.
“Terms? We’ve never had terms, Jessica. We’ve had events. We’ve done what turned us on, what got us off.”
He was right about that. The heart of their affair was the outrageous truth of their unconventional s****l kinks. He’d taken her in stairwells of fancy office buildings in the city; in parks behind trees he’d forced her to strip in the woods and run naked hiding while he went in search of her. They’d m*********d each other in bars, f****d on the beach in shallow water; he’d even whipped her soundly in a b**m club in Atlanta, wowing the crowd with their overt sexuality before escaping into an alley where they had s*x on a pile of packing crates.
