Sunlight streaming through the window makes me groan and try to roll over but something traps me, setting my panic off in my foggy state. Jonathan grumbles and shifts below me but only tightens his grip on me.
"Stay," he murmurs, not bothering to open his eyes. A soft giggle slips past me watching my dominant pout.
My Dominant...
I smile, feeling more at peace than I have in a long time. Not only did Jonathan not blame me for freaking out but he didn't leave me. He even found a way to bring our dynamic back.
Everyone has always left... but not him.
"It's too early to be thinking that hard little one," he whispers, brushing the hair away from my face.
"How can you possibly know that I'm thinking too hard?" I scoff. The man is barely awake, his eyes are only slightly cracked open now.
Jonathan lifts a calloused finger and runs it between my eyebrows. "You get a wrinkle here when you really think about something." His husky morning voice is beyond sexy and I just want to hear more.
He chuckles and opens his eyes more, smiling as he tucks my hair behind my ear. His fingertips skim along my spine, making me shiver but his gaze never leaves mine.
"That's better. You tense up... it's a dead giveaway." Jonathan kisses my forehead and sighs. "Angel, what's bothering you so early? Was I too rough?"
The remorse in his voice leaves me gaping. Last night was perfect! He gave me just enough pain to heighten the pleasure, leaving me spent and satisfied.
"Not at all, the opposite really," I trail off, dropping my gaze.
Jonathan lifts my chin locking his gaze on mine once more. "Then tell me what's wrong." The pain of not knowing what's upset me is clear in his eyes and I want nothing more than to erase it.
I owe him that and so much more.
"You didn't leave me," I whisper, feeling my eyes water.
His gaze widens and he shakes his head in disbelief. "Izzy, what happened wasn't your fault, and even if it was, Angel I'd never leave you like that."
My breath hitches and a tear slips down my cheek, hearing him say that out loud.
"I made you a promise early on, do you remember?" he asks, tenderly wiping my cheek. I nod, earning a warm smile. "And what was it?"
"That you'd help me get to where I wanted to be," I reply, my voice breathy and wavering.
"Exactly. Where YOU want to be." He stresses 'you' and pauses, letting his words sink in. "Izzy, if this was all you had to offer me, cuddles on the couch and your company, I'd take it and be a happy man because I have you."
"Y-you don't want me as your submissive?!" I gasp, pushing off of his chest.
Jonathan tosses back his head and chuckles. "God no Izzy! I mean yes, I love your submission. But what we have is so much deeper than that."
My cheeks heat as I once again drop my gaze and smile. Jonathan shifts under me, cradling me close as he semi sits up.
"Iz, you're stuck with me," he reiterates. "The good and bad, ups and downs, I'm here for it all, just don't shut me out, okay?"
"Okay," I whisper snuggling in closer. Jonathan hugs me tighter and presses his lips to the top of my head.
"I love you Izabella," he whispers as sleep drags me down once more.
"Love you too, Sir."
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Balancing a stack of files in my left arm and the coffee pot in my right hand I slip into Jonathan's office. He's midsentence with his client but lifts his cup for me and smiles.
"Can you dig up those plans Izzy?" Jonathan asks, taking the files from me.
"Of course Sir," I whisper, nodding and backing away. The corner of his lips tug up in a smirk with my answer but I slip away before he can say or do anything.
A smile slips on my own lips as I sift through the builder's plans scattered over the kitchen table. Several are for the new Bliss club, there's a condo development with extensive parks and even an old age community.
It's been a week since Jonathan put me on time out. He knew exactly what I needed and gave it to me. Life is feeling more normal, I've even had my first real session with Marilyn and find myself lighter than I have in a long time.
My fingertips catch on the ones I need and I quickly gather them up and head back to his office. Jonathan smiles as I set them down in front of him. He never breaks his conversation with his client yet I nearly jump out of my skin as his fingertips discreetly skim up the inside of my thigh.
"Miss Turner?" The client asks, watching me intently.
Oh my God! Am I blushing?! Does he know what Jonathan's doing?!
"Sorry," I manage to mumble with a voice more even than I thought possible. My heart races as Jonathan coughs to cover his laugh, but his hand stays in place with his rough thumb caressing the delicate skin on my inner thigh.
"Nothing to be sorry for," the client replies, turning his full attention to the drawing.
My breath hitches as Jonathan moves higher, his fingertips brushing the no doubt damp lace between my legs. I turn my wide eyes towards Jonathan but he just arches a playful brow.
This is a game...but of all times now?!
I swallow hard and force myself to focus on whatever the man is talking about. His ramblings about hard spaces and green spaces barely register, all I can focus on is the growing heat, pooling between my legs as Jonathan continues to tease me.
"Well, what do you think?" He presses on.
"I um think," I mumble, struggling to rip my thoughts away from the fingertip pushing past the lace. "Green spaces are gardens right?"
"Or lawn, or trees," the client amends.
Two fingers now run along my soaked slit.
Jezus!
"There's never enough green space," I practically spit out earning a curious look. "I mean when you walk around a city it's all buildings and concrete... the world could use more beauty."
His client rubs his chin thoughtfully and nods. "Eloquently put."
Jonathan sits back and slowly slides his hand back down my leg. I have to bite my lip to withhold the whimper trying to escape.
"Then it's settled, more green spaces." The client nods at me and begins to gather his papers in his briefcase. Jonathan gets up and grabs his jacket and heads for the door, walking his client out.
I let out a shaky breath and press my back against the wall of the now-vacant office. My core hums needily, begging for Jonathan to finish what he started. Desperate for more friction I press my thighs together, tossing my head back as my eyes shut tightly.
"Damn Izzy," Jonathan groans from the doorway making me stand up straight. "If you wanted me to stay, you could have just asked."
His teasing tone does nothing to quell my lusty fog, nor does the hunger in his eyes. As if he can see how bad I want him he stalks over like a predatory, his gaze locked on mine.
Jonathan cages me against the wall with one arm, his eyes promising more and drawing a breathy moan from me. He lifts my chin and runs his thumb over my lips before capturing them with his.
The last of my resolve breaks as I melt into him. My left hand skims up his chest while my right hooks into his belt loop.
"Please Sir," I pant out.
In a flash, he has both of my wrists pinned above my head leaving me helpless and at his mercy. My breathing is shallow and rapid as I look up at him for any instruction.
"Christ Izzy," he practically growls. His blown pupils warn just how caught up in the moment he is too. "If there was any way I could blow him off right now... I would in a heartbeat."
My face falls hearing his unspoken but. I know he has site inspections and contractors to meet but that was before he started this game.
A devilish glint shines in his eyes as he looks down at me. Jonathan nuzzles my neck and nips my ear lobe, making my core draw even tighter.
"No touching while I'm gone," he huskily whispers into my ear.
"But Sir!" I whine, knowing he'll be gone for hours.
"Ununh Bella," he warns, dragging a hand up my thigh but stopping just shy of where I desperately want him. "Be my good girl."
I whimper knowing I can't disobey him but desperately wanting him to finish what he started. Jonathan kisses me once more, leaving me breathless as he adjusts the bulge in his pants before heading out.
The last thing I hear is him chuckle as the front door closes behind him, leaving me a needy mess in his office.
This is going to be an eternity!