"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!
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