He grabbed that cup of ice, and then he placed me at the edge of the bed. He lay me down against the mattress and untied the sash from his robe. Before I could figure out what he was doing, he spread my legs and tied my right one to the bed’s post. Then he reached inside his robe’s pocket and pulled out his tie, using it to hold down my left one.
I tugged at my legs, seeing if my movement would topple the posts, but it didn’t; they didn’t even rock.
“I should’ve known you would be difficult about this.” He kneeled between my legs with his cup of ice. “Do I need to tie your hands too?’
I shook my head.
“If you try to make me stop, I will tie them. Understand?”
“Yes...”
“Good.” He placed an ice cube in his mouth and leaned forward, pressing it against my lower stomach, moving it down lower and lower.
I moaned as two of his fingers plunged deep, and then I felt his tongue pressing the cube inside of me.
I gasped at the coldness, trying to squeeze my legs shut, but they wouldn’t move.
“Jonathan...” My voice was airy, strained. “Jonathan, stop...”
He kept pushing the ice in and out of me, flicking his tongue against my lips as he did it, rendering me completely helpless.
“Oh—Oh my god...” I could feel it melting, could feel his tongue lapping up the drops. “Stop...”
He ignored me. He began kissing my lips like he was kissing my mouth—driving his tongue deeper and deeper, softly biting down on my clit—sucking on it as I writhed and pleaded for him to stop.
The pleasure was too intense, too raw, and my body was convulsing with every stroke of his tongue.
I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, too weak to push him away.
As he placed his hands underneath my thighs, slightly lifting me up for a better angle, his lashes became more forceful, more vigorous.
“Stop fighting it...” He drew my clit into his mouth—rolling his tongue all around it, and I lost all sense of time.
I could hear myself screaming like I’d never screamed before—not sure how he could stand it, how he could keep torturing me like this.
“Come for me, Claire,” he whispered, refusing to relent his pleasurable kisses.
“Ahhh...I...I...” I felt him sucking me even harder—faster, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Every nerve in me exploded and my body began shuddering violently.
I clung to the sheets as my toes curled, as he made me cum harder than I’d ever cum in my life.
My breathing was out of control; my body was still quivering, struggling to come down from an extreme high.
“Claire?” I heard him say my name as he untied my legs, but I didn’t respond. I was too dazed, shocked. I could barely feel the kisses he was now placing against my stomach, against my chest.
As he moved on top of me, tremors were still making their way through my body. I tried to calm down, but I felt him sliding into me—filling me, and I gasped.
“Look at me,” he whispered, waiting for me to oblige.
I held my head up, looking into his eyes, and he pressed his lips against my cheek. “You’re mine...You’ll always be mine...”
He slowly pulled out of me, pushing his way back in, and for the first time there was nothing between us; we were skin to skin and I could feel a dramatic difference. I felt closer to him, more complete.
He took his time making love to me, holding my hands above my head as he pushed me into another mind-blowing climax.
Once my body stopped convulsing, he slipped his arms around me and kissed my lips. “Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded because that’s all I could do.
When I finally regained some strength, I pressed myself closer to him and stared into his eyes.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay entwined together, or how long he held me tight and kissed me over and over again—telling me how beautiful I was.
Every second seemed to blur together, but at some point I felt him getting out of the bed.
My heart started to race. “Where are you going?” I cleared my throat, wincing when I felt how dry it was from screaming.
“To get some more ice.” He smiled. “We’re going to do that again...And then I’m going to punish you for talking.”
Chapter 19
Claire
Stop looking at him...Stop looking at him...
I tried to keep my eyes focused on the interns that were standing at the front of the room. They were talking about why they deserved to have my two IPO ball tickets, but I couldn’t help but stare at Jonathan.
He was sitting directly across from me and he wasn’t making it any easier for me to focus. He flashed a lusty smile every few seconds, playfully licked his lips, or gave me a look that said he wanted to take me across the conference table right after this meeting was over.
I’d spent all day yesterday lying in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every single second of Friday night—wishing it hadn’t come to an end. It was the most amazing sex I’d ever had and I still couldn’t believe how perfect it had been.
“Miss Gracen?” Mr. Barnes cleared his throat. “Which team do you think did the best? Who do you pick?”
I looked over at the four interns who stood in the corner with their eyes shut, hoping to be selected. They’d all done an incredible job and both teams technically deserved to go.