My legs feel like jello as I practically stumble to my room, praying that I don't fall down in front of Jonathan. Every inch of my body still hums from my powerful release.

If that's how he can make me feel with just his fingers...

The thought has me pressing my thighs together. What an incredible day! After our talk there was a weight lifted from both of our shoulders as barriers crumbled. There were no more what if's hanging over our heads, we were free to be in the moment and see where things take us.

And what a journey this is turning out to be!

From shopping that took an unexpected twist with a toe curling kiss to a busy carefree night working at the club, it all felt so natural... so normal. Jonathan knows just what to say and what to do to stop me mid freak out. I was grateful when he stepped in with Jeremy, even though my mind went wild. He saw that in an instant, whisking me away to take care of me.

He reads me like an open book, it's like he can see every thought racing through my mind. Taking me over his knee tonight was the perfect end to a great day. I haven't been able to bring myself there since the attack and even before it was difficult for me to reach that sweet release by myself.

Jonathan had no trouble getting me there in record time, every spank the perfect mix of sting and pleasure pushing me towards the edge. Never has an orgasm been that powerful, leaving my mind blissfully empty and my body fully satisfied.

Not wanting to be late I quickly undo my dress, letting it pool at my feet. I look briefly at my reflection, turning to look at my behind. The harness lifts and frames my butt, black a stark contrast to my pale skin, though my ass has a rosy glow across it from Jonathan's attention. When I take the leather off, I instantly miss the restraint. With no time to spare I head to the bathroom, clean up and slip into my sleep shorts and tank top.

The bathroom door is wide open and shower still running when I creep back to Jonathan's room. My cheeks instantly heat as my eyes fall on the trunk that he took me over his knee not long ago. My revelry is cut short as I hear the shower turn off, signaling that he'll be out at any moment. Quick as can be, I slip into bed, letting out a breathy moan as my sensitive butt hits the cold sheets.

Jonathan walks to the doorway, towel wrapped around his hips, hanging dangerously low and looks around, smiling when his gaze lands on me. I swallow hard, taking in his near naked physique, how the water droplets dance across his lean chest and trim abs. He disappears for a moment, and comes back wearing sleep pants as he towel dries his hair.

"Lotion?" he asks, holding up a container. Unlike punishment there's no real pain, just a tender reminder of what happened so I shake my head no, wanting to feel the fading sting for as long as possible.

After setting it down on the nightstand, he pulls back the sheets and slips in beside me before drawing me back first against his chest. With a soft kiss on my neck behind my ear, he whispers 'sleep well,' and I'm out a moment later.

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Once again sunlight streaming through the skylight wakes me from my peaceful slumber. Some time through the night I kicked the blankets off, but Jonathan's body curled around mine leaves me plenty warm. For the first time in I don't know how long I'm well rested and energized.

Deciding to let him sleep longer, I slip out from Jonathan's arms and get out of bed. Instantly I miss his warmth. On a whim I grab his black button up shirt from last night and swap it for my thin tank top, and take off to my bathroom to clean up for the morning.

I toss my hair up into a high messy bun, and take off down stairs, still wearing his shirt and my small sleep shorts that are hidden. His first meeting isn't until eleven so there's plenty of time for a big breakfast.

After putting on some music I start gathering everything I need to make waffles. My mood couldn't be higher as I hum and dance around the kitchen mixing the batter and cleaning fruit. Turning the coffee on and tossing bacon in the pan I turn the waffle iron on and load the first blueberry waffles in.

My mouth waters as the kitchen fills with delicious scents. I make a half a dozen blueberry waffles, then switch to apple cinnamon then raspberry with a hint of lemon zest. The resulting stack is impressive and more than enough for a small army but they freeze well and I wasn't sure what flavour he would want.

Warm hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against an even warmer chest. Jonathan drops his face to the crook of my neck making me melt instantly against him. I thread my fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck earning a groan.

"You weren't there when I woke up," he says, his voice husky from sleep.

"I thought I'd make breakfast," I mumble. "You looked so peaceful and your meetings not till later..."

My train of thought instantly derails as he trails kisses from the crook of my neck up to my ear, making my breathing ragged. I twist in his grip to face him and he wastes no time pushing me against the counter. His lips are on mine, so fast and firm they steal the very air from my lungs.

Jonathan's hands slip down to my ass, gripping it firmly and pulling me to him. His lips never leave mine as he swallows my moans and makes me weak in the knees. Such an innocent moment turns passionate so fast it leaves me mindless. Beeping from the waffle iron is the only thing that stops us, leaving us both panting as he pulls back, looking deep into my eyes.

"I should...they'll burn," I mumble, unable to form complete sentences. Reluctantly Jonathan lets me go and I quickly flip the golden waffles out and pour the last of the batter in. He grabs the coffee, filling both our cups and brings the bacon and syrup over to the table. A moment later I take the last waffles out and bring the platter over setting it down in front of him.

"Quite a feast," he praises, pulling me onto his lap, making me laugh. "So what's what?"

"Apple cinnamon, blueberry and raspberry lemon, oh and those are plain," I say, pointing to the different stacks.

"Sounds delicious," he mumbles against my neck.

I take one of each, cutting them into strips and shift in his lap, twisting to face him more. Grabbing the bowl of syrup, I lock eyes with him, dipping a strip of blueberry and feeding him. A silly grin slips on his lips as he chews, savouring the flavour before taking another bite. The way he licks his lips steals all of my attention.

Jonathan reaches past me, taking a piece of apple cinnamon and dips it in the bowl, bringing it to my lips. Mischief twinkles in his eyes as he takes it back last minute, tossing it in his mouth, but not before dripping syrup on my chin and chest. I can't help my pout at his tease.

His eyes darken instantly and he crashes his lips on mine, nipping my pouting bottom lip. The sweet tang of blueberries and cinnamon flood my mouth before he skillfully works his way down my chin and throat to my chest. My head rolls back as his tongue worships my flesh, drawing a breathy moan.

"Your shirt," I whimper, worried that he'll get syrup all over it after I was so careful to keep it clean.

"I have more," he murmurs into my chest. "Besides, it looks better on you..."

Once again we're interrupted by electronics as his cell goes off. Jonathan groans but reluctantly answers it, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I busy myself cutting more strips for when he finishes his call. He's got less than an hour now and at this rate, he won't be done in time.

"Where were we?" he murmurs, hanging up the phone with a hungry look in his eyes.

Who needs breakfast...