His Broken Submissive : Mercy

44 The Perfect Gift

After my initial shock wears off, I start to get into the game, though mostly watch Becca and Nat rile each other up. The night is full of laughter, even Jonathan is caught up in the fun.

Not calling him Sir is far harder than I expected and I've nearly slipped several times now. Each time I see Jonathan's eyes light up then his face falls as I snatch his victory away.

Part of me is having too much fun stealing his chances but the other part of me almost wants to rack up a tally. Jonathan is holding back less and less and I love his rougher side.

But can I take a real punishment from him?

We haven't even really discussed what they could be. Jonathan is anything but predictable. I think he likes the nervous look on my face when I don't know what's coming next.

When he put me on time out I was at a total loss and yet, it was exactly what I needed. The reward I earned made it all worthwhile.

We're sprawled out on the patio furniture, in post-dinner comas. Viktor and Tony grilled up the best steaks I have ever eaten.

The warm summer air caresses my skin through the sheer cover-up Natasha lent me. In this moment everything feels perfect.

"So what was the present?" Becca asks. She's curled up on Tony's lap, her head laying on his bare chest. He sits there, contently wrapped around her with a satisfied smile.

"I dunno," I mumble.

"Really?!" Both Becca and Natasha growl.

"We kind of had other matters at hand, it just, I dunno..." The honest truth is I hadn't thought about it since.

"Well that's bull shit," Becca grumbles.

"Fifteen," Tony sleepily murmurs.

"Speaking of that." Jonathan gets up and walks over to the pool house and returns a moment later with a small black and purple box. I recognize the logo from leather and lace, instantly feeling a surge of excitement. "Sorry angel, this is long past due."

I take the ornate box from him and grin. Excitement courses through me as my mind races at the possibilities.

"Well open it!" Nat begs. Viktor's arm around her waist is the only thing holding her back from ripping it open herself.

Viktor gathers her red locks, fisting them to turn her to him. Her breathing hitches as her blue eyes lock on his.

"Quiet brat, or I'll put that mouth to better use." His gravely tone leaves her torn between 'make me' and 'yes sir' so she opts for the middle ground and seductively licks her lips.

"Izzy can open it whenever she wants, like right now," Becca buts it.

Natasha rolls her eyes and groans as Viktor catches her.

"Where are we?" He muses.

"Twenty-two?" Tony mumbles.

"Twenty-five it is!" Her glare ushers in a new round of laughter, giving me a moment to examine the present.

The small matte black box has shiny purple embossed pattern with a matching satin ribbon. It's too large for jewelry but looks a bit small for clothes or lingerie...

"I'm begging you, please, just open it!" Becca looks on the verge of tears as she watches me.

I giggle at her theatrics and untie the bow before slipping off the lid. Inside layers of purple tissue paper, I finally find the content. My fingertips trace black leather with matching padding that makes my heart do summersaults in my chest.

Jonathan takes it out and I realize they're matching heavy-duty cuffs with his initials stamped into them. I swallow hard as I look at them both excited and uncertain.

I loved it when he restrained me before, up until the point of my panic attack when I freaked out. But for that brief instant, I was in heaven.

"May I?" Jonathan asks. He holds his hand out for mine and smiles.

I swallow hard but nod and hold out my wrist for him, reminding myself that I'm here, with him and safe. Jonathan kisses my wrist softly, excitement sparkling in his warm brown eyes.

"I know how important this is to you so wanted to try again." With well-mastered skill, he undoes the cuff and gently wraps it around my wrist.

I breathe deep, unable to tear my attention away from him as time slows and he buckles it up. Like everything he owns these are substantial, not even he could break out of them.

"This is important, angel." He leans in and lifts my wrist for me to see closer and points to a tab that rests on my palm. "You see that? I want you to use that hand and pull it."

I furrow my brows but do as he says and hook my fingers on the tab. With very little effort it pulls free and the cuff breaks in half, leaving me stunned.

"It's a quick release," Jonathan explains. He takes the tab and pin from me and picks up the open cuff. Giving me the best view, he lines it back together and threads the pin back in. "This way, we can play but if you ever panic, you can let yourself out, just like the time out."

My lips part but words fail me as I look at this incredibly thoughtful gift. Once again he's taken a barrier for me and found a loophole, giving me hope.

"Thank you!" I throw my arms around him, burying my face against his neck. Jonathan instantly hugs me back, murmuring sweet nothings to me.

"Let me show you more." He chuckles and grins at me as I sit back eager to see. "I just need a tie spot-"

Viktor stands and untucks a chain that hangs from the pergola above us. My eyes go wide but Jonathan just grins.

"That'll do." Once more he motions for my wrists. My heart races and I can't hold back my grin as he fastens both wrists then clips them together. "Up."

I practically jump up and move to the center, holding out my bound wrists. Jonathan's gaze darkens by the second as he approaches and casually hooks a finger in my bonds. He lifts higher and higher till I'm on my tippy toes and attaches it to the chain.

My core clenches at the vulnerable position, fed by my vivid imagination. He leans in, placing a tender kiss on my lips that doesn't match his gaze.

"Bella," he breathes out. My core throbs, eager for the promise in his tone. "Oh, the things I want to do to you right now..."

"I'm at your disposal Sir," I breathe out. Jonathan grins, but my stomach drops at the dark look in his eyes.

"Two, kitten," he announces victoriously.

I gape, knowing my mistake but he won the point fair and square. With my handicap that brings me up to ten, nowhere near Becca or Nat, but still a lot for me.

He grips my hips, digging his fingers in as he pulls down, stretching my arms tight overhead. I can't hold back the breathy moan that slips from me, egging him on. Jonathan clenches his jaw and looks up.

"Let yourself out." I obey his order instantly. With a quick pull, both cuffs open with no trouble, even under pressure. Seeing how well they work leaves me grinning.

"They're perfect."

"I'm glad you like them, kitten," he murmurs. My breathing hitches as he pulls me against him and leans in. "I think we're long overdue, don't you?"

My head spins with his promise. Playtime with Jonathan is always satisfying. After last time and with these, I can only imagine what he has in mind, each idea more sinful than the last.

"Yes Sir," I purr. Jonathan beams at me as his grip on my waist tightens.

"Three."