Free His Need by Ana Fawkes Page B

lowered me to him.  My knees bent and wanted to come forward and be on him.  Instead, my knees touched the edge of the leather chair.  Our lips were just inches apart.
    “Did you wake surprised?” he asked.
    “Does it matter how I feel?” I replied.
    “What a perfect answer.  Normally, I would say no, it doesn’t, but when I look into your sweet eyes, Isabella Grace, I want to know how you feel.  It doesn’t mean I care, it just means I’m curious.”
    “Of course I was surprised,” I said.  “I woke up handcuffed.”
    “Were you frightened?  Did you fear for your life?  Your safety?”
    I shook my head.  Not for a second did my safety come into mind, nor did the idea of my life being in danger.  It was pure erotic emotion that soared though my body.  “Never with you.  I would never fear for my life.  Not with you protecting me.”
    Jonathan nodded.  “That’s what I needed to hear.  I’ve made the right choice.” 
    He came forward and our lips barely touched.  I took a deep breath with his lips so close to me and I could smell his warm breath.  It rushed through my body like a drug, making me moan again.  He pulled back and then to my shock, he kissed the tip of my nose, right where the itch had been that woke me up.  There was something subtle about it that actually felt romantic. 
    But I wasn’t sure Jonathan Black was capable of romance.
    His style of emotion and affection was domination, which was why instead of receiving roses in bed, I was handcuffed. 
    “How about we get you out of those handcuffs?” he asked.
    “You’re in control, not me,” I replied.
    “Ah, another beautiful answer from my beautiful Isabella Grace.”
    Jonathan pushed me back so I could stand on my own.  I started to turn so he could reach the cuffs when he stopped me with the simple graze of his fingertips to my arm. 
    “No,” he said.  “That’s not how it works.”
    I paused and looked at him.
    “I have the key,” he said.  “But you, lovely Isabella Grace, you have to earn your way out of those handcuffs.”
    “Yes, sir,” I replied without hesitation. 
    I wanted to play into this, into him.  I wanted to show Jonathan that I could be anything he desired, wanted, and needed.  He didn’t need to handcuff me in my sleep to get me into handcuffs.  With a simple command, I’d turn around for him…
    “On your knees,” he said as he uncrossed his legs. 
    He gently opened his legs and my eyes were there. 
    It was strange getting to my knees without having my hands to help balance, but I managed.  I inched forward towards Jonathan and waited.  He picked up his papers and then reached for his pen. 
    “Pleasure me,” he said.  “Show me you can still handle yourself…”
    He lifted the papers and of all things, he went back to work.  He was scribbling the pen on the papers and completely ignored me. 
    Back between his legs, I needed to find a way to get his pants open and get to him .  I wanted to taste his thickness and if he wanted pleasure, I’d give it to him.
    I put my face between his legs first, rubbing my nose and chin off him, feeling him growing hard.  I moaned, adding sound effects, wondering if I could tease him enough so that he would open his pants. 
    I started to rub harder and faster on him, going back and forth with my face and my mouth.  I opened my mouth and turned my head, finding his shaft over his pants.  I used my teeth to bite down a little, just to make sure Jonathan knew I was there and that I was serious. 
    Wiggling my head, I opened the small flap of his pants and exposed his zipper.  My tongue licked up to the top of the zipper.  I got under the zipper and quickly used my teeth to hold it.  I pulled and pulled his pants but the zipper barely moved.  Frustrated, I let out a growl and tried again.  It would move slowly, but it moved.  That’s all that mattered.  I started to move my head side to side again as I pulled, finally gaining