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boxers down, revealing his thickness, I cried out his name.  A warm feeling had since built between my legs and I realized that I was about to come, without anyone touching me.  I could feel it, right there, the ache and throb desperately wanting to come, seeking any kind of relief from the erotic tension that had built in the bedroom. 
    Jonathan stepped towards me and my eyes focused on his erection.  He stopped at the side of the bed and with an instinctive move, I tried to reach for him with my hand.  The handcuffs dug into my wrists with an intense pain.  I screamed and thrust my entire body, hurting, pleasured, and annoyed all in the same breath. 
    Jonathan placed his left hand to my right wrist.
    “Isabella Grace,” he said, “it’s okay.  Punishment is supposed to feel like this.”
    I moaned and looked down, just in time to see Jonathan’s right hand come down against my aching mound, his thumbing playing with the stubble of my pubes.  His fingers were together, tight, and came against my folds with enough pressure that my body had no choice but to release itself.
    My wrists and ankles tightened, and my back arched.  I started to convulse, leaving my breasts jumping on my chest.  The pain of my wrists and ankles started to mix with the intense pleasure of my orgasm.  My body enjoying was itself, but wanted more.  An orgasm without any movement is something to be desired but staring at a man like Jonathan Black, I just wanted him inside me, having me, to keep the pleasure going.
    It was a quick orgasm but effective.  My body glistened with sweat as though I had just stepped from the shower again.  Between my legs, the throbbing continued, slowing but still depositing a healthy amount of warmth and wet to Jonathan’s fingers.  When he slid his hand from my sex, he looked at his fingers and even I could see the moisture on them. 
    “Just perfect,” he whispered.
    He leaned forward, allowing his thickness to touch my stomach.  He forced himself to move up and on top of my stomach, where he rested.  The harder I breathed the more I could feel his cock bouncing on my stomach.  With his wet fingers he touched just above my belly button and then made a straight line up, leaving wet streaks all the way to my breasts.  There he cupped both breasts and climbed onto the bed.
    I could only thrust and moan as I lost complete control to my body and its needs. 
    And I lost to Jonathan’s command, but that was obvious the second he handcuffed my hands and feet to the bed.
    As Jonathan hovered over me, his strong hands holding tight to my breasts, he positioned his erection at my sex, letting the thick tip tease me, rubbing it gently against the soft folds of my body.  I thrust at him, hoping to force him inside me but Jonathan pulled away.
    “No, no,” he said, “I’m in control.  Not you.  Do we need more punishment?”
    “No, Mr. Black,” I whispered, but really, in my mind, I wondered what else he could or would do to me.
    He read that instantly in my eyes and smirked.  His hands left my breasts and he leaned down, letting his chest touch my chest.  His muscles were so strong against my tender chest.  My erect nipples tried to fight with his hard skin but any sort of motion that occurred pleasured me.
    Jonathan placed his lips to my ear and took a deep breath.
    “If you want more, Isabella Grace, I can give you more...”
    I sighed and thrust my lower half again. 
    Jonathan quickly put his right hand to my hip and held me down, or at least tried to. 
    I thrust again, fighting against his amazing grip.
    “Isabella Grace...”
    His voice sounded angrier, annoyed with my slight disobedience. 
    I didn’t care.
    My body never before felt like it did. 
    I started to wiggle my hips, rocking and thrusting, desperate for Jonathan.  He finally broke down and let out a growl in my ear and came forward with the hardest thrust I’d ever felt.
    His cock didn’t just penetrate me.  It sliced me