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probably gave me the beat. What was it? "Stormy Weather." My mother used to play the record. Fitzgerald not Sinatra.
    "How do you feel?" I slipped up. I had learned to stop asking her that question the week after the hospital. I would have to distract her from the ludicrous feeling of something that had no explanation. I stepped behind her. I touched her waist with both hands. I nuzzled my nose into her hair.
    "I'm sleepy," she replied.
    Thank God.
    Right. The nap. That usually came after the massage and before the sex. Maybe we could mix it up. I circled her wrists, applying a light but firm pressure. My dick stirred, actually stirred, just thinking about telling her what to do. Ordering her the way I would a subordinate. Except I loved her, and she was far superior to me. This Dom/sub thing held a million possibilities. I guided her manicured hands up toward the window. The beach below was littered with people, chairs, boards, and toys. No one could see us. We were on a high floor behind tinted glass. I placed each of her palms on the warmth of the pane as I began to ease her long skirt up her legs. She took a hand away. I kissed her neck, distracting her as I put it back on the glass.
    "What are you doing?" she asked.
    I didn't answer. I hitched her skirt above her waist and slipped her panties down a few inches, exposing her ass to me. Her curves fit my palm like a puzzle piece. I had been daydreaming for weeks about striking it, imagining the heat that would come off of it. Jesus. The creamiest, softest ass I'd ever seen could be pink. Red. Bruised. I grabbed her hips, positioning her, and I sunk my nails into her skin. She rose up on her toes and yelped quietly. I dug in a little more. She tensed. I could feel it. She took both hands down.
    Goddamnit.
    "Put your hands on the glass, Jess." I tried out the voice. I was familiar with it. Extremely familiar. Just not sexually. I didn't get to be head of my father's dying company without a dominating voice or the balls to take risks and make choices. Problem was, speaking to Jessica in that tone, in that way, it didn't seem to be working. Was I mistaken about this whole thing? Was I doing it wrong?
    "Jon, I'm not letting you, you know, against the glass."
    Christ. She couldn't even say the words. I wanted to push her now. I wanted to break her. It was fate. Tempting me. Dangling a carrot. Pushing her past her comfort zone would be incredible. She would get to the other side of pretentiousness and join me. She would want what I want. It wasn't humiliating. Why had her tone indicated humiliation? I just wanted to look at her beautiful body against the glass, splayed out, obeying me with her posture, all for me. She was all for me, right?
    I. Owned. Her.
    I took her wrists. I spread her arms farther apart than before as I slapped her palms against the glass. I kept ahold of her wrists as I pressed my groin against her ass.
    "Do this for me," I growled low in her ear. "Listen to me. I'm going to let go of your wrists, and you will leave them there. On the window."
    I undid my pants and pushed them down. "I want to take you from behind. Like this." I held my cock and guided it into the crack of her ass. I slid it toward her pussy. "Your body is beautiful, Jess," I whispered. "Watch the ocean." I rocked the two of us into a rhythm. "Relax. You are safe with me. Let me guide you into something—"
    "Something what?" she snapped. She tilted her head to the side, glancing over her shoulder at me. She never cried. Only once had I ever seen her cry. God, she rarely tossed me a crumb of emotion, but I could see the tears locked away behind her icy stare. None of this turned her on. Did this kind of thing, kink, we hadn't even reached kink yet, turn women on? I sure as fuck was turned on, or I was until she shot me that look. The one implying I was crazy or dirty or sick. I brought her wrists together and held them with one hand while I slipped my other hand inside her panties. She