“Tell me about Jonah Mason. What did he want you for?” he asked as he nipped a path from her lips across her jaw until her fleshy ear lobe was between his teeth.
“Nothing, let’s not talk about him now,” she pleaded as her arms stretched up and wound around his neck so that she could pull his face towards hers.
“If he phoned for nothing we wouldn’t have anything to talk about now or later,” he said darkly as he pulled back from her. “What are you doing to me?” he asked with a sigh.
Steph studied his confused expression and decided his question was rhetorical.
“You are driving me crazy, darling. I eat, breathe and sleep you and still it’s not enough. If I could get away with it I would lock you away and never let you leave, you nor your un-fucking-suitable dresses.”
Silence weighed heavily between them for possibly just a few seconds, but it felt longer. Steph had no clue what to say. Should she make light of his comments, turn them into a joke? No. Jon was deadly serious and the truth was she could totallyrelate to what he was saying because she felt the same way about him. When they were together, just the two of them they were untouchable and united and that was the best feeling in the world, but this moment didn’t need intensifying so she decided to go for amusement and teasing.
“But then who would field Mr Mason’s calls?”
The darkness was back in the blink of an eye when the final word was out. There was barely a hair’s breadth between them by the time Jon spoke again. “You are becoming most challenging, Miss Pryor.”
“Am I?” she asked warily, just in case this imploded.
“Yes you are, but I think I can help you with that,” he said as he brushed the loose hair back off her face, his touch gentle and tender in spite of the inference of his words.
“How?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, darling, I think you already know the answer to that one.” He laughed at her.
“Maybe,” she conceded as her heart raced and heat flooded through her whole body in a combination of anticipation, arousal, and something else blooming in her heart, something she wasn’t prepared to name or pursue.
“Tell me how.” He tilted her head up, leaving her with no choice but to look directly into his eyes that studied her intently.
She attempted to look down as she felt a fresh flush of colour that represented further embarrassment and humiliation, but as his hand tightened its grip on her chin he prevented her moving further making him smile. Steph swallowed hard as she tried to read his expression. Very briefly she remembered times she had found herself in this position; backed into a corner with a tightening grip on her face and that always ended with drama, shouting and hurt. The difference here was the man doing the holding. This was Jon, not Simon. The smile before her still held warmth, even with the dark promise that lay beneath and theeyes boring into her only conveyed compassion and care, not like’s Simon smile that always became sinister and never held the promise of anything good, not for her.
“Tell me,” he repeated as he pressed his hard body against her, holding her firmly against the back of the door, but allowed a thumb to delicately skim her cheek. “Please.”
She swallowed hard again, but this time it gave way to stirrings of arousal running from her swelling breasts down her abdomen before finally culminating between her legs where she could feel the dampness becoming more evident. She gasped loudly as he whispered in her ear.
“Tell me, Steph, what am I going to do?” he asked hoarsely.
“You’re going to take me into the bedroom and put me on all fours and then pull my knickers down so that you can spank my arse.” Her words came out as a series of broken moans that echoed around them loudly.
“That is exactly what I am going to do. For this dress that has no place in my company. For giggling so enthusiastically at Mr Mason and refusing to tell me about it. For your increasing desire to question what I am doing and when,” he told her as he found the secret zip that was no longer a secret to Jon. He pulled the dress from her roughly and as he looked down at her in just her underwear and shoes he grinned. “Perfection. Wait for me in the bedroom.”
She blindly followedhis instructions and as she stood looking at the bedroom mirror she stared hard at the stranger reflected back. Who was this woman? So wanton and willing, she looked different. A smile curled her lips as she realised she liked what she saw for possibly the first time in years. She was so engrossed in the image before her, the beautiful woman with eyes illuminated in ridiculously high shoes and matching black,lace bra, tiny brief and suspender belt holding up her black stockings that she didn’t hear Jon come in and was unaware of his presence until she saw his reflection in the mirror as he appeared behind her.
“You really are gorgeous,” he whispered.
She shook her head a little.
“You are. Now I believe we have agreed what happens next.” He arched a brow, already taking her hand in his.
“Yes.” She almost choked on her own single word.
Unsure how it happened but the next thing she knew she was face down on the bed and Jon was behind her lifting her hips until she was on her knees, but he pushed her face back down into the bed. He allowed a finger to trace its way down her spine to the very base of her back where it disappeared and merged with her bottom.
“Open your legs,” were the words that brought her back to the position she was in.
She duly obliged and regretted her eagerness to spread her legs so wide so soon when he pulled her underwear down and left them just above her knees, digging into the flesh of her legs, uncomfortably so, but she now realised that was part of the plan, pleasure and pain. As the first blow struck she was surprised that all she felt was pain. Then a second and a third that had her crying out into the silence and the mattress and bedding beneath her, but as the fourth landed and Jon appeared to find his voice, reassuring her, the pain gave way to pleasure which came as a very pleasant surprise.
There seemed to be an order to things now as a smack was followed by a caress, a squeeze, sometimes the digging in of fingers followed by an intimate touch, a finger probing, rubbing or sliding in or around her. He then gave her the reasons for his physical treatment of her;this is for giggling and flirting with that slimy git Mason, this is for refusing to discuss whathe wanted apart from the obvious, this is for thinking that you could negotiate your journey home with me and this is for reminding me how pissed off I was with your petulant show with the pretty boy off the tenth floor.He almost snarled as he uttered the last one.
She moaned loudly and although the discomfort from her underwear digging in her had now become actual pain, she didn’t care, she was so turned on, eager for him to further ignite her passion and to do whatever he wanted. She knew that whatever they did would be pleasurable. That thought,whatever they didmade her smile because that was probably the biggest difference here, with her and Jon. It was the two of them that were doing this, that always did everything. She was as involved and as much of a factor as him, maybe more so and although she had been in healthy relationships in the past she suddenly acknowledged just how unhealthy her relationship with Simon had been and how much of an outsider she’d become to it.
