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ChapterSix

Sharon

The sudden patterof raindrops against the glass woke me from a dreamless sleep. I was exhausted but sated. Sore but grateful for the pain. Although Jonathan was too gentle for my taste, there was no mistaking that he was a Dominant. It was in his eyes and it was roaring to get out. His ex-wife definitely did a number on him though I wasn’t about to say anything, ever. It wasn’t my business.

As I rolled to my side away from the window, I realized I was alone on the bed. Jonathan was seated at the desk, staring at the laptop screen. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw it flashing 04:30A.M.

“Jonathan, it’s early. Is everything okay?” I sat up, tucking the sheet under my arms even though I didn’t need to. He’d bared me already.

He blinked, as if just hearing me. He looked gorgeous sitting naked on the leatherback chair with his tousled copper hair and green eyes illuminated by the desk lamp that he’d set on its dimmest setting, just enough so he could see the laptopkeys.

“I just had to catch up on some emails. Asia is awake right now,” he said, powering down his laptop and slipping back under the covers next to me. “How about you? How are you feeling?”

“I’mfine.”

Although I hadn’t been with many men before Jonathan, I knew pain when I saw it. I recognized the ghosts they left behind. But I also knew the importance of secrets remaining secrets, and Jonathan Drazen III had them in spades.

“Just fine?” he asked, his tone teasing as he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He traced the slope of my neck with his finger, stopping just above the spot he’d bitten hours earlier. It was sore, but I didn’t mind it. I liked the pain he gave me. I liked the marks he left behind.

“If you really want to know, I’m happy,” I said, bringing my hand to his chest and running my fingers through his chest hair. “You made me very happy. Sated is more likeit.”

Jonathan didn’t say anything. He traced his fingers up my neck and then back down again, down my shoulder and my arm. I didn’t expect any return on my answer. I was just being honest. I loved it when he fucked me, loved it more when he held me down and told me when to come. I loved it when he told me to call him Jonathan. One day, he’d order me to call him Sir. If he’d become my Dominant, I wanted only to serve him and make him happy. In return, I wanted to feel protected and safe. I liked the feeling of belonging to someone. But didn’t we all? We just had different ideas on how to go aboutit.

“I don’t like Sebastian,” Jonathan said, his brow furrowing. “I don’t ever want you to speak to him again.”

“I have no plans on seeing him. I promise.”

I watched as he opened his mouth about to say something but stopped himself. Then he shook his head, as if telling himself to let itgo.

“Come here.” Jonathan opened his arms and I slid my body toward him. He studied my face for a few moments before kissing me on the lips tenderly. “Turn around,” he said and I did as he told me. He pulled me close and I could feel his breath on my neck. “I want to see you again, Sharon. I want you to show me how the others before me did things with you, but I don’t want to know who they were. No names, just…just show me what to do and you and I will take it from there.”

“What about clubs? Like, BDSM clubs? Do you want me to take you to those places?”

“No clubs. They’re not my thing,” he said. “One of my sisters was into that scene a long time ago, and it just wasn’t for me then or now. I also can’t be seen in those places, not with who I am and what Ido.”

“I understand.” I more than understood. I felt his need to be private. He’d been through the wringer already, and none of it had been private. Debbie had told me he’d broken down during a shareholder meeting after Jessica left him. A shareholder meeting, of all places. As much as I hated his ex-wife, I was in awe of her. I wished I had a man who’d feel that devastated over losingme.

“Is that what you like?” Jonathan asked. “Going to clubs and being shown off in public?”

“No, they just took me to those places but they’re not my thing either. The only showing off I want to do is for mySir.”

“I like the sound ofthat.”

“The ‘Sir’ part?”

“Yes. It sounds good coming from you,” he said and I felt his mouth against my skin, his stubble creating goosebumps in its wake. “But only when we’re in a scene. Only when we’re in private. Don’t forgetthat.”

“I won’t,” I said, turning to look at him, the faint scent of sage and fog mingling with that of sweat and sex. “Jonathan, I don’t have much to offer youbut–”

“Shhh,” he said as he ran his tongue over my skin. “You have much to offer me, Sharon. More than you ever know. Just…just no names. That’s all I ask when you’re with me. And be honest. Always be honest with me and we’ll get along just fine.” He cupped my breast, his finger drawing lazy circles on my nipple.

“You can tell me anything you want,” I whispered, pausing when he took my nipple between his thumb and index finger and twisted it. His erection pressed against my back, hot and hard. I forgot what I was about to say, the pain taking over and I’d become the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“You were saying?” he asked as he letgo.

“Whatever you want to talk about or do to me, don’t feel like you need to hold anything back. I am here foryou.”

His hand slid down my belly and settled between my thighs where he found me already wet. He slid his finger between my pussy lips and I sighed. “In that case, I’m going to fuck you right now,” he said, his hand leaving me as he reached for something behind him on the bedside table. I heard a wrapper tearing. I turned my head to see him rolling a condom over his glorious cock before he turned back to face me, his dick slipping between my legs, coating himself with my juices.

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