Chapter Two
The bus ride passed quickly, spent in quiet conversation with Jonathan instead of staring blankly at my phone or out the window like usual. He didn’t elaborate much about what he’d been doing since school, but I assumed if he was living near the hospital then it most likely wasn’t all on the right side of the law. Not that I really cared too much about that. What mattered at that moment was that I was about to have him in my bed after all this time. And he looked even better now than he had seven years ago.
“I never thought I’d see anyone from home again. Although if anyone would’ve run away from there and fled to the city, I’m not surprised it was you,” he said.
“I didn’t run that far. I’m barely inside the city limits.”
“You went far enough. That place was suburbia hell.”
I looked down to my lap, where he held one of my hands. I hadn’t noticed him taking it.
“I suppose you’re right. We each had our own version of hell there. Mine just happened to be named ‘mom.’” I sighed.
“She had you on a tight leash, didn’t she?” Jonathan tucked his free hand under my chin and gently nudged my face up to meet his gaze.
“And there was no leash on you,” I replied. “Which is why she kept me away from you.”
He pulled his hands back and withdrew from me. “She was right to do that, you know. I was bad news, Claire. Still am.”
“I think that’s my decision now.” I rose from the seat as my stop came into view. “Now are you coming with me or not?”
He stared at my outstretched hand for a moment before an evil grin lit his face.
“Not yet. But give me an hour or so to get you naked and sweaty and begging first.” He winked at me as he stood and I laughed. I’d left the door open and he’d busted through it like the Kool-Aid Man.
The rain had downgraded to steady, and we were fairly wet by the time we reached my building. He waited near the lobby door, looking out the window as I collected my mail, and then wordlessly fell in behind me when I started up the stairs. This sudden silence, added to the fact that this was Jonathan, and not some interchangeable, indifferent stranger, had me feeling nervous by the time we made it inside my apartment. My stomach fluttered and my heart pounded, even more than when I’d punched the V-card.
I turned around and found myself caged. Jonathan’s strong, tattoo-covered arms were on either side of my head, his body inches from mine. I gasped and fell back, meeting the wood quickly.
“Claire,” he rasped, resting his forehead against mine. “You have no idea how many nights I fantasized about this.”
I tipped my face up to his. “Show me.”
Jonathan’s kiss was demanding. Normally I wouldn’t let any of my random hook-ups kiss me. I may have been a bit reckless with my personal safety, but I safeguarded my emotions zealously. Kissing was too intimate, and I didn’t confuse sex with intimacy. I used sex for the chemical releases, the endorphins, the physical connection. His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue seeking entrance. My body molded to his as I gave myself over to him until we were both breathless.
“So much better than the first time,” he said when he finally pulled back.
“Definitely,” I agreed, laughing. Jonathan had been my first real kiss. It had been sloppy and awkward, and I couldn’t understand at the time what the big fuss was about tongue kissing. “You’ve been practicing, I see,” I teased.
“That’s not the only thing I’ve gotten better at.”
“Oh, really? That’s some strong talk there, Johnny-boy.”
Jonathan grabbed my ass and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me, trusting him to not drop me. I pulled my t-shirt off as we reached the bedroom. He immediately leaned forward and caught my nipple in his teeth through my bra. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he increased the pressure before breaking off with a growl and depositing me on my bed.
Now that we’d moved past that first initial hurdle, my nerves disappeared and I was once again comfortable with him. Jonathan had already pulled his shirt off and was removing his pants. I toed my shoes off and rose to my knees, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
This time he was the one to gasp. When I tightened my grip and pulled firmly, his eyes fluttered as he groaned. Oh, yes, maybe … the possibility that he’d like it the same way I did sent a shiver of excitement through me. When Jonathan looked at me next, his expression was intense, eyes fierce and burning with lust. My chest heaved as I gave him a slight nod. He shoved my shoulders, pushing me roughly onto the bed. He followed me, yanking a bra strap down my arm to pull one breast free. With no warning, he twisted my nipple hard between his fingers. I inhaled sharply.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathed, arching into him.
The growl that came from him in response sent a rush of heat to my core.
“Yes what?” The pain spiked as he pulled on my nipple again.
“Yes, Sir.”
He flipped me over and tugged my pants off, pulling my panties with them. His body covered mine, pushing me into the mattress.
“Where are they?” he asked, breath hot against my cheek.
“Top drawer.” I pointed to the nightstand at the left side of the bed.
He fisted my hair and jerked my head to the side.
“What’s the word?”
“Apple.”
“Stay put.” I felt his teeth dig into my shoulder before his weight lifted.
I trembled with anticipation listening to him rummage through the drawer of toys and condoms. I hadn’t been to a club in forever, and to have the random luck for Jonathan to share my particular appetites … I was suddenly very happy to have run into him yesterday.
“Sonofabitch!” The sting of leather striking my ass unexpectedly made me cry out.
Jonathan chuckled softly behind me. “I like this paddle,” he said before kissing the spot he’d hit. “Up on your knees, woman.”
I eagerly complied.
A bottle opened, and then my super-slim vibrator was gently pushed inside my pussy. He turned it on to the lowest setting, and began rubbing both hands over my ass, warming me in preparation.
“Someone has been a naughty girl since leaving home, hasn’t she?” When I failed to respond, he gave me an open-handed smack. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Yes, I’ve been very bad since leaving home, Sir.”
“I think I’ll have to punish you for that.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
The paddle began to fall in a rhythm, alternating left and right as he worked down towards the vibrator. Once there, he feathered strikes across my pussy, teasing at my clit and tapping the vibrator. Every hit wound me tighter, drove me higher, until I was on the verge of orgasm.
“Are you close, Claire?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The vibrator disappeared.
“Take your bra off and get on your back.”
I let go of the pillows I’d buried my face into—some of his hits on my ass had been quite forceful—and unhooked my bra with shaky hands. Jonathan donned a condom. On his knees between my legs, he lifted me and directed my legs around him. Poised to enter me, he paused.
“Remember what I said about sweaty and shaky?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now is when you beg.”
He drove into me with one thrust before I could respond.
Jonathan’s cock filled my pussy as if he’d been made just for me. He slammed into me again and again, pushing me to the edge before suddenly slowing. Gently rocking his hips for a minute, he teased me, grinning at my groan of frustration. He continued to vary the pace, but it didn’t matter how fast or slow he went, he still was hitting all the right spots with every thrust.
“Please!” I gasped. “Please, Sir. I can’t.”
He shifted a hand from my hip to cup my cheek. “Go.”
I grabbed his forearm with one hand and braced the other against the wall above my head. It didn’t take long for me to begin spiraling. Moans and gasps escaped me.
“Yes, baby girl. Come for me.” He said it softly, but I still heard it. It wasn’t a command, it was the wish of the teenage boy I used to know, the boy who was finally fucking The One That Got Away. I knew this because I felt the same way.
I whimpered.
“Now, Claire.” The Dom voice was back. And so was the vibrator, suddenly pushed hard against my clit. The combination was my undoing. I screamed as I exploded. Distantly I heard Jonathan’s grunt as he came with me.
I have no idea how long I floated.
Eventually, I realized that I was in Jonathan’s arms, curled in his lap on my bed with the blanket pulled up around me. He was stroking my hair and placing occasional kisses on my forehead. I lifted my head to look up at him.
“Hey, there you are.” His smile was warm.
“What happened? Did I pass out?” I lifted a hand to my head. I didn’t remember hitting the wall, but it was possible.
“Not exactly.” Amusement lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. It took a moment for me to process what he was implying.
“Wait, did I just go into subspace?”
Jonathan cocked his head. “Has that never happened before?” I gave a slight shake of my head. He hugged me close and kissed me softly. “Thank you.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?” I’d never had an orgasm so intense, and I’d had some pretty extreme sessions at the club. “Hey, wait. There aren’t exactly many clubs in the area. How come I’ve never seen you at one before? Oh, God, do you have a sub already? Did I just—” He pressed a finger over my lips.
“Hush. None of that. No, I don’t have a regular partner. And I go to a club over the state line when I feel the need. Now you need to sleep. Lay down.”
I blushed. “Sorry. Will you stay?”
“Of course I’m staying, baby girl.”
I drifted off to sleep with a stupid smile on my face.