Jonathan’s expression shifted, surprise at first then something heavier, darker. “Frankie.”
“What?” I asked, too innocently.
“If he’d acted on that crush, he’d have been a very bad man.” His voice went low, thoughtful. “Power like that over a student? Completely unacceptable.”
I raised a brow. “So…what about you and me? You’re about to be the don. I’m just…” I gestured at myself vaguely. “Me.”
He straightened, expression sharpening with concern. “Do you feel taken advantage of?”
“No,” I said immediately. “I mean—it’s not like I signed up for the auction because, well, for any reason beyond desperation. I needed the money. But I don’t regret any of this. Any of you.”
He studied me carefully. “You’re sure?”
“Jonathan.” I leaned forward. “If I didn’t want you, you’d know.”
His eyes flicked down to my mouth then back up. “Oh, I’m sure. I can certainly tell that you’ve liked everything we’ve done so far.”
My stomach flipped. “Maybe.”
“That’s not a maybe.” His voice deepened. “But I also know how much control you gave up that night. How much you didn’t get to choose.”
I swallowed, hands prickling with heat. “And?”
“And maybe,” he murmured, stepping closer, “it would help if you took some of that control back.”
I went still.
Then warm.
Then achingly, breathlessly alive.
“How?” I whispered.
He smiled—slow, dangerous, devastating. “Are you ready to find out, or do you need a rest?”
I kissed him hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs and mine, and that answered his question. In seconds, he was flinging open my barely-tied robe, lifting me from the stool as he did.
He carried me like I weighed nothing, not putting me down until he took a seat in a dining chair beside a gleaming table. Then, he sat me on his lap.
“When you’re on top, angel, you have all the control,” he told me slowly, staring hard into my eyes.
His own irises, brown like mine but less chocolate-sweet, were like hot coals: dark and hot and likely to burn if I got too close.
With quick, easy motions that showed off his impressive strength, he repositioned me so I was straddling his thighs. I gasped just from that, the fullness of his muscled legs beneath me, the hardening ridge of his erection waking back up. All of that was for me.
It made me feel powerful.
Jonathan let my robe fall away completely and stared at my body, my full breasts, like he’d never seen anything so wonderful before. Like he hadn’t just seen me half an hour ago. Less. Like he hadn’t already been inside me enough times that I could feel him there again now, even as my pussy was empty.
Not for long.
I got the picture pretty quickly for a fairly new non-virgin. Jonathan let me pull him free from the waistband of the sweats he’d thrown on, and he whispered sweet encouragement as I stroked him in my hand, urging his length to harden to its full glory.
Then, with his hands at my hips to guide me down, to show me the best way to strike up a rhythm, Jonathan eased my pussy onto his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped once he entered me. It was just the tip, the full and delectable head of him, but from this angle, it felt so big. “I don’t know if I can take all of you like this,” I told him, my voice taking on a bit of a whine.
Jonathan let out a low chuckle, one of the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.
