I love being her hostage.
“Try and give me one more, baby.”
I remove the pillow and screw up my face. “What do you mean? I’m a man. I already came. It’s gonna be—unghhh—be a while before I’m ready again.” She grabs a vibrator from the bed and presses it against my balls. “Ahhh!”
“Just try for me. Lean into the pleasure, Jonah.”
I have no idea how, but I try. Renée’s encouraging smile and heated stare help me focus. Then I take in her plump little body riding me—breasts spilling out from her leather top, and a sheen of sweat forming across her forehead.
All at once another orgasm, one I didn’t think I was capable of, rockets through me and I stare in horror as nothing comes out—muscles contracting all the same. “What thefffffuuuuuck.”
Finally, her hips stop. “Yes,” she shouts. “Oh yes, baby. That’s so good.”
Good?I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck.
I’m clenching when she pulls out of me, then I’m only vaguely aware of my surroundings until she’s sitting next to me, strap discarded, and stroking my hair.
“Have some water,” she coos, handing me a glass and a mild pain killer. I down it in three gulps, and she lays next to me. “Talk to me. How do you feel?”
“Fuckin’ awesome. And like I need a break.”
Her lips touch mine. “We can do that. I’m going to run you a bath. I brought epsom salts to help with any soreness. Then I’ll make us some food.”
“You don’t—”
She presses a finger to my mouth. “Shh. Aftercare, remember? Do not fight me.”
I narrow my eyes. “And what happens if I fight you?”
“Then I’ll have to reconsider your reward for being such a good boy.”
“I’m sorry, there’s a reward? More than mind-blowing sex?”
She traces her fingertip down my stomach. “I was planning on taking you to Paradise Jungle on Sunday morning.”
I scramble up, eyes nearly falling out of my head at the thought of gravity-defying waterslides. “Really?”
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Chapter 37
Paradise Jungle
Renée
We called Amber ahead of time to let her know the change in plans, and she agreed to keep it a surprise for the girls. Which is why Jonah and I left the house early this morning so we could be the first ones in the waterpark when they opened.
The place is massive, with two-story waterslides, giant buckets of water that spill from above, a lazy river, and human-sized lily pads. Connected to the waterpark is a hotel with a couple restaurants, an arcade, and candy shop. Paradise Jungle is a literal dream for children—and Jonah, who is already cannon-balling into the water before I can even set my towel down on a lounge chair.
“It’s so warm,” he calls over once he surfaces. “Wait, what are you doing? Come in with me!”
I take my coverup off and fold it. “I’m fine, I’ll watch from here.”
Ignoring the ladder three feet away, he hoists himself out of the water and marches toward me. My eyes go wide and I scramble when I realize he’s on a mission. “Oh, no you don’t,” he says before snatching me around the waist.
“Jonah,” I squeal in laughter. “Put me down!”
