Soft kisses trail from the base of my neck, slowly inching down my spine wake me from my restful slumber. I breathe deep, stretching and let a light, breathy moan slip past my lips as Jonathan brushes the sheet off of my butt.

"More?" he murmurs, pausing with a hand resting on my thigh just below my ass.

"Kissing or lotion?" I reply sleepily. After our attempt at breakfast he had carried me up to his room and showered with me, taking total care of everything. When we were done, he massaged some lotion on and tucked me back into bed.

Sex is phenomenal with Jonathan, but it's everything else with him. How he always makes sure I'm taken care of and does little things that I don't even think about, making sure every one of my needs are met. I have never been with a guy like him, not as a Dominant, and not in a vanilla relationship.

"I can do both," he chuckles, placing a playful kiss on each ass cheek.

"I'm good on lotion but I can always take more kisses," I reply with a smile.

Jonathan kisses his way back up my spine, grazing his hand along my side before rolling me over. Instinctively I move my arms to cover my breasts but he grabs my wrists, pinning them over my head and locks his eyes on mine.

"Don't hide from me Bella, every inch of you is beautiful, never forget that," his voice is strained and husky as his eyes rake over me. "I should have woken you up earlier..."

"How much time do we have?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"Not enough," he groans, pulling back. With a sigh he gets up and holds out a hand for me, urging me to get up. The cool air dances across my bare skin, reminding me just how bare I am. When I go to grab the blanket to wrap myself he takes my hand away instead.

"Leave it... I want you to get comfortable in your skin." Jonathan pulls me closer, sliding his hand to settle at the swell of my ass. "Just because I don't want to share your body with others, doesn't mean I don't want to see it."

He drops his face to the crook of my neck, nuzzling it softly before trailing his lips up to the base of my earlobe. I moan softly, rolling my head back and exposing my throat to his attention. He smirks against me but rewards my move with knee weakening kisses across my throat before capturing my lips.

"Fuck you make this hard," he pants out after breaking apart. My eyes automatically travel south, earning a chuckle. "That too, but we've got later tonight for that...Go get dressed before I make you call in sick."

His virile tone makes me want to call in sick and see where he goes with this, but I don't want to leave Anne short. Under his heated gaze I reluctantly do what I'm told, and saunter down the hall to my room. While I slept, Jonathan picked out what he wanted me to wear tonight and set it out on the bed.

I smile seeing a new black body harness paired with black thigh highs, black lace thong and a sheer strappy bandage dress.

No bra? But I'm working...

"Do you like it?" Jonathan asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against his chest.

"Of course Sir," I murmur, loving his attention to detail. "But, no bra?" Dressing like this for him is one thing, but to serve others like that...

"There's one... sort of," he chuckles darkly.

"Sort of?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"Here, let me show you." Jonathan lets go of me and reaches for the thong and body harness. He drops to one knee, holding the thong for me to step into before sliding it up and giving my ass a squeeze. His grin widens as he holds out the harness for me to step into. "You had so much fun teasing me this morning, I thought I might have a bit of my own fun."

"B-but you already punished me for that Sir," I stutter, feeling my heart race.

"Did I?" he muses, raising a skeptical brow. "I think you enjoyed me fucking you hard on the counter a little too much to be considered a punishment, don't you think?"

I swallow hard, knowing exactly what he meant. What happened this morning was everything I wanted. The way he dominated and took control of my body, leaving it humming and me seeing stars... I would do anything for more of that.

Jonathan slaps my tender ass, making it clear he expected an answer. "Yes Sir," I whisper, earning a smack on the other side. "Yes," I moan, realizing he wanted more. "I loved it and want more." My cheeks heat as embarrassment floods me, but the hunger in his eyes takes away my shame.

"Good girl," he coos, caressing my tender cheeks. "Maybe you'll get it tonight, but you're going to be begging for it by the end of the night." My lips part at his words but no sound comes out.

He wants me begging by the end of the night?

"Let's see how long you last, hmm?" he asks, holding the harness up for me to slip my arms through. The mess of leather straps crisscrossing my body start to snug into place as he tightens and fastens things in the back.

I gasp, feeling the snugness under my breasts as a sense of dread and excitement washes over me. Jonathan moves back to my front, his brown eyes darkening in delight as he brings his lips down to my left breast, sucking and nipping at my sensitive peak until it's at attention before switching his attention to the other. Lastly he blows across them, making them as hard as can be.

Unable to look away I watch him sliding the thin twin straps on either side of my nipple and slide a band down, caging it much like nipple clamps before repeating the process on the other side. The pressure is enough to hold me captive but not so much to cause damage over the long term. His satisfied grin says it all.

After finishing his adjustments he helps me into my dress and the fabric skimming across them makes me shiver and gasp, only exciting him further. He tosses the thigh highs away, apparently happy with how I look.

"Bend over," he orders, nodding to the bed.

"W-what?" I stammer, already in a fog from everything so far.

"One. You know I don't like to repeat myself," he warns.

As quick as can be I turn and bend over the bed, moaning as the shift in position tugs on my nipples. Jonathan slides his hands up under my dress, pushing it up to expose my ass to him. A sharp slap lands across both cheeks, making me squeak and clench as I fight to suppress yet another moan.

"So tempting," he whispers to himself, his voice strained. "But I think you can take a lot, so you'll wear this for me tonight too, until you beg me to take it out."

Take what out?

I gasp as I feel his slide something past my panties and into my core, leaving it behind as he pulls everything back into place. He drops his phone on the bed where I can see, with an app open. With a swipe of his finger the toy hums to life, making me cry out, but as quickly as it started, he stopped it.

"Come on Bella, we don't want to be late do we?" He chides, pulling me up into a standing position and sending me towards the door.

"Of course not, Sir," I breathe out, making my way to the front door. As always he helps me with my shoes and ushers me out, opening my door for me and making sure I buckle in before closing it and getting in the drivers side.

As we pull onto the highway, he looks over at me and smiles. "Lexy," he calls, engaging his car's AI. "Play my naughty sub program."

"Playing, naughty sub program," it echoes, confirming the command.

"Your wha-"

My words are cut off as the vibrator springs to life once more, running through a range of intensities and patterns, leaving me unable to form coherent sentences. By the time it finally subsides long enough for me to catch my breath, I'm on the verge and already frustrated.

"You're not to come, Bella," he warns in a tone that promises consequences.

"But Sir," I whimper, unable to hold back.

"You heard me Bella. Come without permission and you won't be able to sit for a week." This isn't bravado, he's nothing but serious. "Be a good girl and you'll be rewarded... You want to be rewarded, don't you?"

"Please Sir!" I beg. I want nothing more than to get another one of his rewards, but my shift is just starting, leaving six hours before I'm off and already my body is screaming for release.

I'm so screwed!