His Passion (By His Command #4)
wrists one at a time. It was something I
wasn’t used to. When he let go of the cuffs, I pulled, making sure
they were in place.
    They were.
    Jonathan put his hands to my hips and guided
me to the bed. He turned me around, surprising me. I tried to
imagine being on my back with my hands behind my back. I wasn’t
sure it would all work but I knew I was going to find out.
    Jonathan went for my pants and in a matter
of seconds, I was stepping out of them. I stood in my panties, my
shirt coming down covering most of them. He then reached for my
shirt, lifting it up slowly. I wanted to lift my arms, letting him
take it off, but that wasn’t possible in my current state. He
wrestled and brought my shirt up over my bra. He put it to my mouth
and looked at me.
    “Bite it,” he said.
    His voice was angry. Very angry.
    I swallowed hard and opened my mouth. I bit
down on my own shirt, holding it in place.
    His hands touched my covered breasts,
cupping my bra, moaning as he did so. His hands were large and
flat, moving along my chest, towards my neck. His fingertips ran up
my throat and then back down. When he came to my bra this time, his
fingers curled and he pulled, taking my bra down, exposing my
tender breasts. My nipples were pink and erect, in desperate need
of his touch, his tongue . My bra was then under my breasts,
lifting them, holding them firm and ready for Jonathan.
    His middle fingers took the lead, coming up
and flicking my nipples. He then circled my nipples, making me sigh
and whimper. The feeling was tingling and pleasure filled. My hands
curled behind my back. I was already in need to have my hands free.
To touch Jonathan. To touch his amazing body, let my fingers wrap
around his hair, to pull at him.
    His left hand came flat against my right
breast and he gently squeezed. His right hand moved down until he
was in my panties, touching my bare skin, flirting with the top of
my sex, just resting his fingers there. Just the presence near my
pussy had my body flooding. My knees were bending and an orgasmic
warmth had already begun.
    Jonathan came down to my exposed breast and
placed his lips to my hard nipple. He kissed me – once, twice –
then opened his mouth, his lips moving over just my nipple. He
suckled, first softly then with more force, drawing a cry out of
me. His fingers in my panties curled around and he began to move
left to right on my sensitive clitoris.
    And here I was, handcuffed.
    When his teeth came down and up at my
nipple, he nibbled with force and pulled as much as he could. I
looked down and watched my nipple stretching, pulling my breast
too. He took it as far as he could. I let out a desperate scream of
pain and pleasure.
    Then he was gone, on the move again.
    Jonathan Black moved to his knees before me,
his tongue randomly flicking along my warm body all the way down to
my panties. There both hands pulled, forcing them off my body,
battling with my wetness as my panties stuck. His hands slipped
around to my ass, for a second, and then up to my handcuffed hands.
He interlocked his fingers with mine and I thrust at him,
moaning.
    It was erotic and romantic all at the same
time.
    My emotions were out of control.
    He kissed my mound, the tip of his tongue
then coming forward and slipping down. At my tender folds, he
licked with a deep lick, reaching from my hole up to my
clitoris.
    Just once.
    But it was very effective.
    He pulled on my hands, forcing me back,
hitting the bed, and falling.
    My lower back rested on my hands and I
watched as Jonathan stood up. He quickly went to work at himself,
tearing his suit jacket off and tossing it on the bed. Next came
his shirt, followed by his pants. Watching the billionaire strip
before my eyes not only gave me a sexy show as I watched his
muscles appear before my eyes, it also tortured by body. I was wet
and ready but I had to wait. Being handcuffed I couldn’t even touch
myself, even though I probably wouldn’t have been allowed to do
so.
    He took

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