body tingled.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“And you didn’t. You insisted on venturing... not just out of the room and not around the inside of the house, but you went outside. In the dark. The cold. Where anything could have been waiting for you, Isabella Grace.” Jonathan’s lip curled and with a growl he repeated, “Anything...”
I started wondering if he knew what I knew. Did he know more beyond what happened to me outside?
I swallowed hard and didn’t respond.
“There’s danger everywhere we go,” he said. “I’ve told you that. People want to hurt me, and us. They want power and control. But they can’t have it. They act vile, ruthless, and let jealousy fill their veins where they wish they could possess what we have, Isabella Grace. And that’s what waits beyond the doors of this house... that’s what waits beyond the door of this bathroom.”
He paused, letting it hit me.
Was he speaking of his father? I didn’t want to believe that John Black would do harm to his own son, but then again...
Jonathan lunged at me and took my wrists into his hands. His face was just inches from me.
“It’s everywhere,” he whispered. “It’s left me unable to trust, unable to satisfy the hunger for comfort... until I met you. And I want to know why. So I’ll explore your mind, your body, your deepest sexual desires until I know.”
“Please,” I said. “Please keep going.”
“But first you must be punished. Now, come with me...”
He released his grip and turned, heading for the door. To my left I caught sight of the towels, wondering if I could and should grab one. Opening the door allowed a flood of cool air into the bathroom. It attacked my body like a horrible winter chill as it pierced my skin, working down to the bone. Jonathan crossed the threshold and I walked behind him, into the bedroom we’d been in before. It was strange how I had no idea what kind of punishment I was in store for yet my mind could only think about clothes.
I needed fresh clothing.
But first, and more important, I needed Jonathan Black.
He pointed to the bed and said, “On your back, arms and legs spread wide.”
I shuddered and climbed the bed, still fully naked. For a few seconds, I stayed on my hands and knees, looking to my left to see Jonathan’s reaction. My breasts were thick and hanging, my nipples aching and erect. The moisture on my body glistened, adding to the effect of how I looked. My wet hair was thick and hanging in my face. The curves of my body all worked to one spot...
“On your fucking back,” Jonathan said.
His impatience turned me on but I thought about time again. It was counting down by the second.
I moved to my back, spreading my arms out first. I felt my breasts pulling, resting flat on my chest. I looked down, seeing the bumps of what was still visible, plus my rose nipples as they throbbed for attention. As I opened my legs, it was like peeling them apart. The wetness there had nothing to do with the hot water from the shower. It was pure sexual desire, my sweetness flooding the air of the bedroom. My soft folds opened and I could feel my body already tensing and releasing, desperate for Jonathan’s perfect touch.
“Now,” he said, “I’m going to show you what I mean when I tell you to stay somewhere.”
He retrieved a small black bag. He unzipped it and dug inside, knowing exactly what he was looking for.
When he lifted the first set of handcuffs, I moaned and lifted my lower half. Maybe he’d handcuff me in the front and make me pleasure myself while being handcuffed.
I couldn’t believe these kinds of thoughts were actually going through my head.
At sight of the second pair, I thought I knew what he was going to do.
Handcuff my wrists to the bed. To show me I should have stayed instead of going outside.
Before my mind could process any other wild ideas to do with two pairs of
I nodded. “Yes.”
“And you didn’t. You insisted on venturing... not just out of the room and not around the inside of the house, but you went outside. In the dark. The cold. Where anything could have been waiting for you, Isabella Grace.” Jonathan’s lip curled and with a growl he repeated, “Anything...”
I started wondering if he knew what I knew. Did he know more beyond what happened to me outside?
I swallowed hard and didn’t respond.
“There’s danger everywhere we go,” he said. “I’ve told you that. People want to hurt me, and us. They want power and control. But they can’t have it. They act vile, ruthless, and let jealousy fill their veins where they wish they could possess what we have, Isabella Grace. And that’s what waits beyond the doors of this house... that’s what waits beyond the door of this bathroom.”
He paused, letting it hit me.
Was he speaking of his father? I didn’t want to believe that John Black would do harm to his own son, but then again...
Jonathan lunged at me and took my wrists into his hands. His face was just inches from me.
“It’s everywhere,” he whispered. “It’s left me unable to trust, unable to satisfy the hunger for comfort... until I met you. And I want to know why. So I’ll explore your mind, your body, your deepest sexual desires until I know.”
“Please,” I said. “Please keep going.”
“But first you must be punished. Now, come with me...”
He released his grip and turned, heading for the door. To my left I caught sight of the towels, wondering if I could and should grab one. Opening the door allowed a flood of cool air into the bathroom. It attacked my body like a horrible winter chill as it pierced my skin, working down to the bone. Jonathan crossed the threshold and I walked behind him, into the bedroom we’d been in before. It was strange how I had no idea what kind of punishment I was in store for yet my mind could only think about clothes.
I needed fresh clothing.
But first, and more important, I needed Jonathan Black.
He pointed to the bed and said, “On your back, arms and legs spread wide.”
I shuddered and climbed the bed, still fully naked. For a few seconds, I stayed on my hands and knees, looking to my left to see Jonathan’s reaction. My breasts were thick and hanging, my nipples aching and erect. The moisture on my body glistened, adding to the effect of how I looked. My wet hair was thick and hanging in my face. The curves of my body all worked to one spot...
“On your fucking back,” Jonathan said.
His impatience turned me on but I thought about time again. It was counting down by the second.
I moved to my back, spreading my arms out first. I felt my breasts pulling, resting flat on my chest. I looked down, seeing the bumps of what was still visible, plus my rose nipples as they throbbed for attention. As I opened my legs, it was like peeling them apart. The wetness there had nothing to do with the hot water from the shower. It was pure sexual desire, my sweetness flooding the air of the bedroom. My soft folds opened and I could feel my body already tensing and releasing, desperate for Jonathan’s perfect touch.
“Now,” he said, “I’m going to show you what I mean when I tell you to stay somewhere.”
He retrieved a small black bag. He unzipped it and dug inside, knowing exactly what he was looking for.
When he lifted the first set of handcuffs, I moaned and lifted my lower half. Maybe he’d handcuff me in the front and make me pleasure myself while being handcuffed.
I couldn’t believe these kinds of thoughts were actually going through my head.
At sight of the second pair, I thought I knew what he was going to do.
Handcuff my wrists to the bed. To show me I should have stayed instead of going outside.
Before my mind could process any other wild ideas to do with two pairs of
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