"What do you say Bella?" he murmurs, caressing my cheek. "Are you up to play?"

My heart races at his question but my body practically hums at his promise.

"Yes Sir," I breathe out, barely able to form coherent words with the lusty haze clouding my mind.

Jonathan steps back and releases me as his eyes rake over me. "Do you remember your safe word Bella?"

"Yes Sir," I reply, feeling my heart flutter. "Mercy."

"Good girl," he praises with a smile. "Strip and present at the end of my bed."

I swallow hard but quickly kick my slippers off then peel my T-shirt over my head and shimmy my joggers off. Unsure of how to proceed, I gather my discarded clothes and place them neatly on the chair by the door.

"Everything Bella," he says, his voice husky and laced with desire.

As ordered I undo my bra and slide down my underwear, leaving me bare except for the weighty collar. With my heart fluttering in my throat I drop down to my knees at the end of his bed, with my back to it, settling my butt on my heels, straightening my back, hands palm up on my spread thighs with my head lowered.

Jonathan slowly circles me and I can feel the heat from his gaze as it rakes over my waiting form. Every muscle in my body is tense as I strain for any hint of what's to come next. I jump, feeling his fingertips graze my shoulders unexpectedly, but instantly miss the contact when he withdraws them.

"Perfect Bella... This is exactly how I want you waiting for me whenever I send you up here," he praises, stepping back to the bed.

I struggle to calm my breathing and heartbeat while I wait for his next command. He rustles around in the trays before I hear them click back into the trunk, followed by the telltale creak of the lid closing. He walks over to me once more and comes to a stop in front of me waiting for what feels like an eternity before lifting my chin to look at him.

His eyes are nearly black for how blown his pupils are and he looks down on me with a predatory hunger that makes my heart flutter once more and core clench in anticipation. Once again he threads a finger through the front loop of my collar and tugs firmly, making me rise. He keeps his gaze locked on mine as he backs toward the bed, guiding me with him. Jonathan takes a seat but leaves me standing in front of him. My body practically aches for his touch but he's calling the shots now.

"The things I want to do to you," he whispers huskily, raking his gaze over my exposed body. Painstakingly slowly he teasingly trails his finger tip up my inner thigh, stopping just shy of the apex and making me whimper.

"Please, Sir," I beg, not even sure for what... just more.

"Patience Bella," he chides as a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. "I fully intend to take my time."

His words light a fire in me that spreads through my whole body. I have no idea what he has in store for me, but I've never been so excited to find out in my life. Jonathan lifts his arms up from his lap, gesturing for me to lay across it. My body practically throws itself on him, eager to please and be rewarded.

"Someone's eager," he teases, trailing his hand up the back of my thigh before palming my ass and making me moan.

Before I can respond he slaps my ass, the sensual sting has me clenching down and squirming on his lap. I whimper, feeling him slide his hand between my thighs, grazing my core.

"So wet and we've just started," he murmurs.

My body goes haywire at his words, heating with a mix of embarrassment and need as it hums with excitement. His slow, playful teasing has me frustrated and desperate for more.

"Do you trust me Bella?" Jonathan asks, his voice deep and seductive.

"Yes Sir," I breathe out instantly, looking over my shoulder at him.

"Good girl," he praises, caressing my cheek, "Now lift your ass."

I shiver with anticipation but before I can give it much thought my body obeys, lifting my ass even higher.

"More," he orders and I shift my position to get as high as I can. "Perfect."

Jonathan lightly spanks both ass cheeks before kneading and rubbing the sting away, the impact catches me off guard, letting a surprised squeak slip past my lips before turning into a breathless moan. My fingers grip his pant leg for dear life as he massages lower and lower before slipping a finger deep inside my core.

He keeps his fingers thrusting as he spanks me again and again, leaving me a writhing, panting mess on his lap. My core tightens painfully as I race towards my peak. "Please Sir," I whimper.

"Come for me Bella," he orders, picking up his pace. Like a cord is cut, I'm left panting and limp on his lap while I wait for my racing heart to calm down. "Good girl."

Jonathan shifts, leaving a heavy hand on my lower back while he reaches for something on the bed. I try to twist and see what he's doing but he pushes me back down.

"Keep breathing normally and stay relaxed," he commands.

My heart stops as I hear him flip open a cap, and my body bucks feeling cold lube against my butt. I let out a shaky breath knowing what's coming next before remembering his orders and forcing my breathing to even out.

"Good girl," he praises again, palming my ass. I feel him bring something cold and hard against me, slowly applying pressure before backing off. Jonathan lightly spanks me, taking my mind off of it as he applies more pressure. "Just a bit more Bella, you're doing good."

I can't hold back my moan that drops into a deeper throaty one as the plug slips into place. Jonathan palms my ass, grunting in approval as I squirm against him.

"See, not so bad, hmm?" he asks, shifting to look me in the face.

"No Sir," I admit. The plug doesn't hurt, just leaves me feeling strangely full but the spreading wetness between my thighs speaks volumes.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, lifting and guiding me back to standing. I shift my hips, trying to adjust to the foreign feeling. Jonathan just grins, taking in my flustered state.

"Come," He says, getting up and holding a hand out for me. I take it and he guides me to walk around him, after a moment I start to get used to it. "Easy right? Toys like this can be worn out, and only you and I would know."

"Yes Sir," I say with a small giggle, but my cheeks burn at the thought of wearing this outside of the house, or even this bedroom.

"On your hands and knees on the trunk... Now Bella," he warns when my body for once hesitates.

Not wanting to upset him, I crawl on the padded trunk top, not fully certain how he wants me. Jonathan trails his fingers up the back of my thighs before tapping and tugging the plug and making me gasp. Without warning he spanks me, sending a shockwave through my body thanks to the infernal toy.

"With this," he says, pulling and twisting the plug. "I can make you feel everything deeper... How close are you Bella?" His husky tone makes my core quiver and tighten even more.

"Very, Sir," I breathe out, focusing on the sensation.

"Good, don't hold back." Before I can ask what he meant he brings his palm down hard across both cheeks, hitting the plug and making me cry out. Jonathan brings his hand down, time and time again, sending waves of intense pleasure mixed with a hint of pain coursing through my body.

My breath comes out in rapid shallow pants as he rains down spanks all over my backside, setting off different degrees of sensations that all work to push me towards my ultimate high. His final spank is hardest of all and sends me over, crying his name as my entire body lights up. Jonathan leans over and places soft kisses on my lower back while my body trembles through the last of my release.

I feel like putty in his hands, barely registering the sound of him undoing his belt and shedding his clothes. Jonathan presses my shoulders down to the trunk, all the way until my hot skin touches the cold padding. He runs his hand up my back before gripping the collar firmly and pulling slightly, earning a strangled gasp.

His other hand digs into my hip and he sheaths himself fully in a single thrust, stealing the very air from my lungs. He groans, rocking his hips against me, drawing a throaty moan of my own before pulling out and thrusting in again.

"Oh god!" I gasp, feeling my core tighten and quiver around his cock. Jonathan isn't small by any means, but the added fullness and pressure from the toy leave me forgetting how to breathe and think.

"Fuck you feel so good," he groans pulling out fully before thrusting back in hard. By the fourth stroke I'm seeing stars as I race towards my high.

"Please," I whimper, struggling to form coherent words between moans and pants.

"Not yet," he pants, picking up the pace.

I cry out as he brings his palm down hard on my ass before slamming in deep, sending shockwaves through me. This is Jonathan the Dom, taking his pleasure from my body... He's rough, controlling and everything my body craves. My eyes water from the strain of holding back as Jonathan fucks me into oblivion.

"Jonathan," I gasp, my entire body trembling.

"Come for me," he rasps. Stars explode as a mind blowing orgasm rips through me in waves, washing everything else away but him and I in this shared moment. Jonathan slumps over me, breathing hard as he rides out his own high.

My mind fogs over as I sink into a state of euphoric bliss that consumes me until I lose all sense of self. "Bella," I hear Jonathan whisper in the distance as I float away.