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“Trust me. You do.” He said with a nod. His insistence she needed the water, in the manner that he did, caused her body to react. She didn’t normally respond to men so easily. They usually had to work for it. Demonstrate masterful cunnilingus expertise.

Jonah sounded so confident, as if he was an expert on the topic. It made her wonder at his experience in the matter. “You’ve done this sort of thing before?”

“No, I’ve never used KNK. I have dabbled in the lifestyle. I have tendencies I would like to explore.”

“Just dabbled?” It piqued her interest.

“Let’s say I had distractions that prevented me from being fully immersed.” The way he was looking at her made her feel so desired. She squeezed her legs together. It must be that she had gone without some for so long. All they were doing was talking… She was more of an action woman. The water arrived then, and, with a nod, Jonah encouraged her to drink.

Hydration seemed to spree on her need to get the matter settled. “Let’s discuss terms and conditions. This experience will no longer be the same. Tell me what it looks like if you take me upstairs.”

“Well, Brontë,” the way he said her name, …like a dirty promise. “You signed up to be pleasured and I signed up to please. I propose we go upstairs and do that exactly. Now that you know you aren’t dealing with a complete stranger, is there anything you would like to change?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe we can forgo after—” He was already shaking his head.

“That’s a no. Aftercare is as important, if not more important, than how I treat you during the scene.”

“Compromise, can you shorten the care?” After her research on how extensive sessions of aftercare might be, she didn’t want to sign up for a long-extended period with Jonah.

“I can’t promise that. I can promise to give you exactly what you need.” After she reluctantly nodded. He smiled at her. Perfect white teeth greeted her. She was a sucker for great teeth.

Jonah was refilling her glass. Once she finished it, he winked at her as he continued. “I would like to request you forgo the mask.”

“My reasons for wanting the mask haven’t changed. It helps me remain in the moment.”

“How about we start off without it? If you think you can’t stay… with me. You are free to put it on.” Between the looks passing between them, and her body’s reaction Brontë was ready to agree to just about anything. So, she nodded in agreement.

“Shall we head up?” His question was accompanied by what can only be described as a wolfish smile. ‘All the better to eat you’ popped into her head.

“What was that?” Jonah asked. Shit, had she said that out loud? She took that as the perfect moment to make an exit and head to the ladies’ room. Jonah stood when she did. The gentleman shit. So sexy.

In the washroom, she found it pointless to pull back up the wet scrap of lace. Jonah was still standing when she returned. The check and Brontë arrived at the table at the same time. As her hand reached out to grab it, Jonah growled at her to “stop.”

The fact she immediately complied without hesitation was the first surprise. The second was she liked the way he ordered her about. Maybe she should have held on to a scrap of lace after all. He dropped three red brand-new bills, which more than covered the tab, and made for a generous tip. Not bothering to give a backward glance. He firmly cupped her elbow.

Jesus, what the hell was that?The zing his touch produced was a live current running from her elbow to her center.Again. What the hell?His inhale was sharp. Good, he felt the effects of this shit, too. She was beyond ready to be behind closed doors with him.

The elevator arrived the moment they appeared before the door. As they got onto the car, he released his hold. The loss was felt immediately. Neither of them said anything as they rode up. Nor did they move, not even a muscle. They fixed their gazes forward.

Once they arrived at their floor, Jonah gestured for her to go ahead. She could sense him trailing behind her down the hall. The feeling of being hunted… was surprisingly exhilarating. Brontë had no doubt that he was on the hunt. She was his prey and was looking forward to being at his mercy. So, it surprised her that he allowed her to open the door.

Where is the caveman?Brontë thought as she stepped inside.

Jonah brushed against her as he closed the door. Things turned on a dime. It happened so quickly that she lost her bearing. His warm grasp captured her arm as she moved to walk further into the room. In a flourish, he spun her around and pinned her to the door.

ChapterFour

Brontë first.

It had taken all of Jonah’s control to wait until he got back to the room before he could touch her. The whole time they spoke, her flawless skin mesmerized him. The urge to glide his hand along all that was borne to him rode him hard.

It was a challenge to stay on topic while his mind insisted on wandering to all the ways he could and should explore the expanse of her velvety skin. It didn’t help that she was showing signs of being affected by his presence. The way Brontë’s breathing hitched, her skin flushed, and her pupils dilated was a call to be fucked. Hard. Out of her mind.

Jonah wanted to please her until she was delirious with pleasure. So, he had kept his cool. Talked her into coming back to the room with him. Now he had her exactly where he always wanted her.

First, she needed to understand that she was no longer in control. From this moment, she belonged to him. Everything she wanted; he would give to her. Even things she didn’t yet know she desired… he would discover and make sure she had them.

Brontë’s reaction to being pinned to the door was very telling. She sighed her surrender as he claimed her mouth. This is what she wanted, no, what she needed. Someone to take charge. Let her know he was in control. And he was in control despite the steady increase of his heart rate, and how incredibly hard he already was.

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