"Jonathan, I can't..." I whimper. Jonathan stops and waits a moment for more, but I struggle to keep my breathing even.
Every nerve in my body stands on end after having a third powerful orgasm. My muscles already ache from the strain, leaving me wondering how I'll function at all tomorrow.
"Say the word, Bella..." Jonathan's voice is even but I know him well enough to pick up the veiled disappointment.
"No," I assure him. My body may be coursing with energy but I'm not at my limit... yet.
"Bella." He moves closer and I feel his fingertips brush my cheek. "If you need to-"
"I don't though!" Instantly I regret cutting him off but want him to understand. "I need you..." I trail off, feeling my confidence falter.
I hear him swallow hard and it makes my heart flutter, filling me with the encouragement I needed.
"I need you, Jonathan," I say more confidently. "I need to feel you, not another toy."
Silence stretches between us and I can almost hear his gears turning. Jonathan is a careful, calculating man. He no doubt has a plan... but I'm his weakness.
"Please Jonathan, I need you. Pl-"
His lips crash into mine, capturing and claiming them as they steal my very breath. As suddenly as he claimed me he leaves me wanting, straining off the pillow after him. He chuckles and suddenly my arm is released followed by the other.
Jonathan runs his rough hands down my arms, kneading the muscles to check for cramps and tenderness. The contact has me sighing contently as I relax. He trails soft kisses across my body stoking my fires once more. My breath catches as he takes my cuffed hands and places them on my chest then trails his fingertips down my stomach.
He moves so slowly I can practically see him as every nerve ending in my skin lights up under his touch. I suck in a sharp breath as he grabs the spreader bar, leaving it attached to my ankles as he undoes it from the bed.
"Do you know why I like these?" he asks, his voice husky.
"Tell me," I breathe out. I love these glimpses into him, his preferences and desires. "Please." My core clenches as he changes his grip and lifts the bar higher before lightly spanking my ass.
"Control, Bella." His tone is full of dark desire, washing my mind blank and leaving me hanging on every word, desperate for more. "With one hand I can hold you where I want, leaving my other hand free for... other things."
I can't hold back my wanton moan as he teasingly traces my slit, making my core throb once more in need. Without warning he shifts the bar, rolling me onto my stomach. The moment my sensitive breasts hit the sheets I cry out but it changes to a moan as I feel the knott in my core knit tighter.
"And there are so many options." Jonathan grips my hips and draws me up onto my hands and knees. He lines my hips back to where he wants then guides my shoulders back to the bed, turning my face to the side and slipping a pillow in place. Lastly, he takes my arms underneath me and secures my cuffs to the center of the spreader bar.
The position leaves me shifting to get comfortable and incredibly exposed. Once more excitement courses through me, eager to see what's next. He palms my ass and spreads my cheeks making me quiver.
"In this position, you're at my mercy."
"I like it," I blurt out before clamping my lips shut and feeling my cheeks heat.
"It's good for punishment too," he warns. I feel something against my back door and my eyes widen. "Perfect for figging and spanking bad girls."
"But I'm your good girl!" I gasp. Figging scares the crap out of me, the last thing I want to do is earn that punishment!
Jonathan chuckles and makes me yelp by pouring cold lube on my crack. "Yes, Bella, you are my good girl, and I'm so proud of you. You make me so happy."
I grin like a fool, feeling my chest puff up. All I want to do is make him proud and happy. To hear him say it with such sincerity is everything!
Jonathan slips a plug in place without much effort in my distracted state. I groan at the fullness, even in my hyper-aroused state I know this one is a substantial one.
"Why the pout?" he teases.
"I wanted you Jonathan, not another toy." I hear the whininess in my voice and can't seem to stop myself.
The bed dips as he climbs up behind me, stopping my heart. "Who's calling the shots, Bella?"
His serious tone has my eyes impossibly wide as the warning hits home. If I'm not careful he could deny me completely! "You! Sorry, I just..."
Jonathan leans over me, his skin brushing mine and setting me ablaze. "Just what?"
I can't help but arch to press against him but the position makes it nearly impossible. "I need you... I want you, please. Jonathan..."
"Good girls get rewarded." A strangled scream dies on my lips as he seats himself in my heat. My eyes roll back in euphoria, being given what I want most. The pressure and stretch has me racing to my peak and he hasn't even started. "Look how wet you are..."
My core quivers around him as he begins to move. "Yes," I whimper incoherently. I don't know if I'm agreeing or asking for more, all I know is I need this... him.
"Fuck," he groans. Each thrust is slow and deep but has me worked up to the point of no return. "How your tight pussy grips my cock, damn, Bella..." I clench down, only making things more difficult for him. "Such a needy girl, aren't you?"
I struggle to get my mind on board to say anything. My core throbs and quivers, but I can't manage to make anything but desperate whimpers pass my lips.
"You need to come, already?" he mocks. I jerk, trying to get away as he snakes a hand around to my clit but the bar makes it impossible. "Come for me, Bella." My body obeys before he even says my name. I buck and twist, feeling the damn inside of me break once more. White light washes my bound vision as Jonathan rides out my pleasure.
"We're not done yet," he warns. I'm still in my fog, feeling my body pulse as he moves me slightly and shifts his hips, reminding me he's still deeply seated.
"Jonathan," I gasp, feeling him begin to move once more. My body is on overload, feeling everything tenfold. "I can't, it's too much."
"Shh, you've got this, you're doing so good." He starts slowly but that doesn't last long as he takes deeper thrusts. "You wanted my cock, you begged for it... isn't this what you wanted?"
"Yessss." My body betrays me, not fully recovered from the last orgasm and it's already racing to the next. He digs his fingers into my hip and slams me against him, leaving me seeing stars. "Oh god, yes!"
"Such a dirty girl, dripping wet for me, still shaking and begging me to fuck you harder? Bella," he clucks. "Who am I to deny you?"
I feel him wrap his other hand around my collar and draw me up slightly. The pressure has me arching my back, drawing my core tighter and making me feel everything ten times more intensely.
"Oh god, oh, oh, OH!" My chants are accompanied by Jonathan's grunts and groans as I break around him once more, but he doesn't slow. Words fail me as I take all that he gives me. His pace is relentless, making it hard to catch my breath as my body struggles to keep up.
"Give me another," he growls. Jonathan's moves get sloppy as he struggles to hold back. "Come for me!" Never letting go of my collar, he slaps my ass hard with his other hand, making me clench around him.
Stars explode and time slows. Jonathan delivers spank after spank, timed perfectly before each thrust, maximizing the intensity of each stroke. Guttural moans change into a scream as the most intense orgasm of the night rips through me, prolonged by each spank and hard thrust. By the end I'm struggling against my restraints, tears wetting my blindfold as the pleasure overwhelms me.
Jonathan stills and lets my collar go, allowing me to sag against the bed once more. My entire body throbs, yet I can't feel it at the same time, leaving me wondering if I had any bones left.
"Christ, Izzy." Jonathan sounds in pain as he withdraws, still fully erect. "Shhh, I've got you."
He undoes the spreader bar and guides me to the bed as I collapse. I struggle to catch my breath and move, vaguely aware as Jonathan moves beside me and scoops me onto his lap. He slides the blindfold up and I blink rapidly trying to bring the world around me into focus. I find his gaze and smile as he wipes my cheeks.
"That's better, hmm?" I melt into him, as he brushes my hair back and dries my cheeks. "Bella, I'm so proud of you, how many are we at now?"
My head spins, I feel drunk without a single drop of alcohol, just him. "Six?" I struggle to know where one stopped and the next started.
"Are you asking or telling me?" He chuckles and nuzzles my neck. "We could start over if you've lost track?"
"SIX!" I practically scream. I have no doubts that starting over will leave me paralyzed. "I'm sure it was six!"
He lets out a sadistic laugh and lays back, moving me to straddle his hips. Jonathan tucks his arms behind his head and smiles up at me with hunger still swimming in his eyes. "You owe me more."
I wince, uncertain that my body will even function still. Can I even handle another?
"Be my good girl and give me another."