Jonas's Redemption: A Standalone Romantic Suspense (Titan Security Book 2)

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  “I’ll let you know.” The words weren’t even out of my mouth when he pressed the tip inside me. Oh my god, the feeling was amazing. He wasn’t just well-endowed in length but also girth.

  He paused at my entry, letting me get used to the sensation. As soon as I relaxed, he pressed in some more, moving just a little at a time and stopping. It was evident on his face that he was using all the restraint within himself not to push into me. “You’re so tight; your walls feel like a fucking vice around my cock.”

  I’d never heard someone talk so dirty to me before, but it was kind of a turn-on and caused my nipples to harden at his words and my center to pulse with anticipation. I didn’t know how to respond to his statement, so I apologized. “I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I just paid you a compliment. You feel good—damn good.”

  The sentiments were mutual. I didn’t know why I’d waited so long. Yes, you do. You’ve been waiting for someone who enticed you. Jonas is the first person who has made you feel anything. Everyone else was a dud, girl. I looked down, only to see he still had several inches left to try and get fully seated inside me. I wished he’d go ahead and ram into me and just get it over with. I was overheating, on fire and needing him to be the one to put out my flames.

  I tensed only when he came up against my barrier. Leaning down, his mouth latched on to my nipple. He began sucking and teasing it with his tongue and teeth before switching to the other side, giving it equal attention. He pushed forward leaving my purity behind and, between his actions and the breeze sweeping across my wet tits, a wanton creature arose in my place.

  He was fully seated now, and I felt full to bursting, but oh so good. I began to shift my hips a bit, seeking out friction or need or…I didn’t know…but apparently, I signaled to him that I was ready for him to move. Jonas pulled back a little, and then pushed into me again. He did this a few times before taking deeper strokes in and out of me.

  I felt my body give in to him, letting him take control over everything that I am, trusting him to elicit the pleasure I craved. His movements were slow and steady at first, but he began picking up speed as my hips tried to counter his movements, wanting to feel him deeper and harder inside me, wanting him to own me, make me his.

  His words cut through the foggy haze surrounding me. “Don’t come until I tell you to, sweetheart. I want us to come together, owning every inch of your pleasure as I plaster your walls with my seed.”

  I didn’t know what possessed me, but I screamed out, “Yes!” I wanted him to mark me as his.

  Leaning down again, he took my nipple into his mouth while he kept pumping into me at a more frantic pace. I felt that amazing sensation building inside my body again, only more intense than before. Everything around me fell away as my soul began to soar to atmospheric heights. I could only relate it to the rush I felt when bungee jumping, but better, oh sooo much better. Then his words hit me, “Let go, love. Come for me.” His teeth bit down onto my nipple, causing a sense of pain and pleasure to mix as I felt my body explode with an intensity that could only be described as out of this world. I was floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy, feeling the spasms continue throughout my body as Jonas pushed into me a few more times before screaming out my name and grunting his release. I could feel his come splattering my inner walls, painting me with the evidence he’d been there, and it left me hoping, against everything, maybe he could truly be my one and only.

  We were still connected, and I was still floating on a sea of bliss and still feeling aftershocks going off in my body. It wasn’t until I felt him lean forward enough to brush a chaste kiss against my lips that I finally came back to reality. “Are you doing okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jonas’s words were tender.

  I shook my head in response. “Can we just stay in this moment for a little while longer?”

  A smile spread across his face. “I was thinking the same thing, but we need to cut you down. Your arms are starting to change color from the loss of circulation.”

  Hmm. I was wondering why I hadn’t felt them in a while. “Keep your legs wrapped around me as I cut you free.”

  I did as he asked. He didn’t take the time to cut one string at a time. He cut the line that was attached to the tree and caught me with one arm, preventing me from falling. Dropping the knife, he walked us a couple of feet to the base of the tree and pressed me up against it. His lips crashed against mine as he pushed into me a couple more times before pulling out of me, causing me to grunt into his mouth. I hated the empty feeling he’d left behind and was about to complain, when he stepped back, grabbed the knife and made quick work of shredding the remains of the hammock and freeing me from my confines. I looked down at his cock, still quite hard and impressive for someone who’d just come with the evidence of my innocence displayed prominently on his manhood.

  He didn’t bother covering himself; his concern lie only with how my arms were doing. Jonas took both arms and began to massage them for a few minutes, wanting me to tell him when the feeling came back. I told him I’d be fine and could handle it myself, but he dismissed me. “You surrendered yourself to me, allowed me to have control, and it’s my job to ensure your safety, your pleasure, and your aftercare.”

  His words were foreign to me. “I’m not sure I’m following what you’re saying. What’s aftercare? Are you talking in BDSM terms?”

  “Shit. I’m rushing you. I’m sorry. It’s just that what I felt, what we did…I want you as my submissive, as my partner.”

  He wanted me as his submissive? Was I nothing more than a sex toy to him? Holy shit. I answered the only way I could, with one word, “Explain.”

  What happened between Erica and me was beyond words. I went into it with the idea of finally getting off, not expecting to connect with her on such a deep level or to experience the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and yes, I do mean ever. I came damn close to passing out. I couldn’t stop coming, so it was no surprise to see my come dripping down the inside of her leg. God, just thinking about it was getting me hard for her again.

  However, I just took the most amazing experience I’d had with a woman and turned it to shit, simply by opening my mouth. “Why do I ruin everything?” I mumbled to myself as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to figure out how to recover from this.

  Erica’s hand settled on my shoulder. “You don’t ruin everything. All I’m asking for is your help in understanding what you want.” She leaned her head to the side as if in deep thought and shrugged. “I admit: my sister is a part of the BDSM world, but I’m clueless to some degree. Even Carol tried to talk to me about it and show me a few things, but I just couldn’t deal.”

  She couldn’t deal? Please tell me she wasn’t going to push this as a one-time fuck. Once was definitely not enough to sate my desire for this woman. “Okay, now you’re going to have to explain. What bothered you so badly? Were you at The Shanty?”

  Her face blushed a deep shade of pink. Why do I keep forgetting she’s a newbie to all this? Because you’re used to dealing with women who’ve been at these clubs before, who know what they want.

  Erica opened her mouth to talk, but a strong breeze kicked up and blew sand our direction, making it impossible to stay at this location. Damn, the stuff was getting everywhere. It was then that I realized we were still a bit exposed and needed to clean ourselves up. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed a rag to clean Erica up and put her to rights. To my surprise, she didn’t fight me but, instead, allowed me to finally take care of her needs, before my own. “Feel like going for either a swim or a shower?”

  Looking down at herself and seeing the sand mixed with dried come, she responded, “A shower sounds nice. A swim would be nicer, but I’m getting a bit famished.” I couldn’t blame her; it was early afternoon, and while I could go for some lunch too, my mind only hungered for her body, needing to feel her surround me again.

  Lacing her fingers with mine, I started walking to
ward the house. “You know you never did answer my question about the issues you were having in regard to the BDSM world.”

  Her eyes focused on the ground, not wanting to meet mine, and her shoulders slumped forward as we continued our pace toward the house. “I don’t like the act of violence toward another human being. I understand that some people get off on spanking and such, but I’m not going to stand around and watch someone use implements to mar the skin. Carol tried showing me a few scenes, but I couldn’t handle them. I was embarrassed, feeling that I was intruding on someone’s private time.”

  I think I understood her a little better now. “I’ll admit that I used to be fully involved in that world of debauchery, but after seeing some of the things I’ve seen in war and using similar instruments as a means of torture, I can’t do that anymore.”

  Erica stopped just feet from the house and waved her hand back in the direction of where we were. “But you’d asked me to be your submissive, your partner. Isn’t that part of that world?”

  I let go of her and began to pace in a small circle as I tried to come up with the right words to say so I didn’t scare her off or force her to shutdown on me. “I know I’m not phrasing this right, but I’ll try. The world that I was into, the one you’ve seen with Carol,” images of that world entered my head making me cringe, “I can’t do that anymore. Do I want a partner in the bedroom? Yes. Do I want that partner as a submissive? Most definitely. My world is so out of control that I need to have that sense of dominance to feel satisfied. I don’t get off on bringing pain to someone else; instead, I only need the person I’m with to surrender to me completely. Your trust is all I’m after. I want you to trust me to bring you to the heights of pleasure and to know where your limits are. I will push no further than what you’re comfortable with.”

  Erica was starting to get agitated, so I held my hand up. “I’m not talking about whips, spankings, or anything like that. I can’t touch any items that can cause harm to another human being. The thought of hurting anyone, especially you, is detestable to me. The most I’m willing to do is smack your ass with the palm of my hand if you’re being cheeky with me.”

  She crossed her arms in front of herself—forcing her cleavage out—and stood silently for a long time. It was probably insensitive of me, but all I could think about was how I wanted to reach out and run my hand down her chest. I wanted to pull her to me and show her just how alive she made me feel inside.

  Her words broke through my thoughts. “Would I have to give up control in the real world or would it be limited to just the bedroom and sex?”

  She’s thinking about it. Don’t scare her off. My mind was elated. Erica was really contemplating being my submissive. “I want someone who’ll challenge me in life, but will be mine for the taking, to do with as I please, in the bedroom. Of course everything we do will be consensual, but I’d ultimately guide you, owning all your orgasms and devoting myself to your pleasure.”

  She was turned on by my words; her nipples were hardened and poking through the top of her swimsuit, while a large wet spot formed at her crotch. Damn she was hard to resist. “And the rope thing?” She countered, drawing my attention back to the subject at hand.

  “Kent, or rather Dr. Bradford, got me into that. It’s helped me regain focus by leaving all my cares and concerns in each knot that I tie. I’ll admit: I want to tie you up, and I’ve wanted to for a while now. Seeing you in that hammock,” I gulped hard as the image flashed back into my mind, causing my manhood to harden further, “was every one of my wet dreams come to life.” I offered.

  “Kent tried to hook me up with some of the single women at the club to see if I meshed with anyone, but I never got any further than tying their hands or legs before I’d end the scene. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t do it.” While looking into her eyes, I reached my hand up to the side of her head and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear. “I couldn’t do it with them, because I couldn’t get the memory of your face out of my mind.” I attempted a smile, “You ruined me the moment we met at my sister’s wedding. It’s the thought of you that consumes me. You’re what my body craves. Yes, I want you as my submissive, but I’d like to see how we do as partners outside the bedroom, see if there’s something more to what we feel outside of this assignment. I don’t know what it is about you, but sleeping next to you, knowing you’re there makes me feel more alive, more complete than I have in a long time. You’re the shield against my nightmares, my demons. I haven’t slept this good in years, and I don’t want to lose that or you.”

  Erica’s mouth opened a couple of times but always closed. I don’t know if my admission shocked her. Hell, I’d shocked myself, feeling like I’d given up my man card with my confession, but something about her made me want to be a better person, someone she’d be proud to be with.

  She never did respond, only wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss that spoke to me more than any number of words ever could. She wanted me; she wanted us, and that’s all I needed. Where this led? I didn’t know. All I knew was Erica was the calm to the chaos that had engulfed my soul. She’d quickly become an essential part of my world.

  I swept her up into my arms carried her the rest of the way into the house and up the stairs. I set her down outside of her shower before starting the water, discarding my pants, and stripping her bare.

  The scent of her arousal filled the room. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled her into the shower with me and pressed her against the back wall before sealing her lips with mine, plundering her mouth like I intended to ravish her body. I wanted her to have no doubts the extreme level I coveted her.

  Erica put her hands against my chest and pushed, causing me to pull back, wondering if I’d done something wrong. “Everything okay?” I questioned.

  “I thought the whole idea of a shower was to get clean, not get dirty again.” She mused, with a little deviltry spreading over her face. Her eyes were hooded and darkened, where I could only make out their blue color around the edges; they were full of desire and want, and I aimed to please.

  I pressed my hardened length against her lower belly to show her I wasn’t just playing games. “Darling, I plan on getting you filthier before I get you clean. I’ve only had one dip into the warmth of your soul; now, I want to drown in it.”

  She lifted one leg over my hip, and I bent down to find her entrance, lining us up before thrusting all the way into her, sheathing myself in her warmth. I didn’t bother with the foreplay or to see if she was ready for me, since her arousal heavily scented the air around us and was literally dripping down both of her inner thighs. I needed her, and I needed her now.

  Erica gasped as I entered her, but her walls quickly relaxed around me as I grabbed her other leg and wrapped it around me. I braced her against the shower’s wall as water rained down over my back. Grabbing her ass, I slid my cock out of her warmth and impaled her again, causing us both to moan in appreciation. “Hang on tight to me, darling. This isn’t going to be slow and easy. I’m going to drill into you so hard, you’ll feel me for days, knowing your body belongs to me now.” Her arms wrapped around my neck as I began pumping into her with force.

  I couldn’t explain it, but being connected to Erica felt like I was finally where I belonged. Why I was feeling this way—or if this was normal—I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it was partly because her body molded and fit mine to the point I questioned if she had been made just for me, predestined in nature to be mine. Mine. I never wanted to deal with that word, swearing off the idea of relationships and marriage, especially, after seeing how it nearly destroyed my father when Mom walked out on us without ever looking back or contacting us. The idea of love and abandonment went hand and hand with me. But now, with this magnificent woman wrapped around me, the idea of a future and the concept of love seemed to have merit. I needed to claim her in some way, show the world she was mine, at least for now. My lips locked on to the side of her neck, biting and sucking, marki
ng her body where it was visible to others. I wanted everyone to know this woman belonged to me.

  Erica’s breathing became erratic, and I could feel her vaginal walls begin to pulse and tighten around my cock. She felt good, damn good. Honestly, I was surprised she could take the full length of my ten inches inside her, but her pussy sucked me in, hungry for more, and I wanted to deliver everything she craved and more.

  A few more forceful pumps into her center and she was crying out my name, “Yes, Jonas!” as her walls locked down on me, drawing out my own release. What was this woman doing to me? I felt shot after shot of come leaving my dick, not knowing when it would end. This is what she did to me, and I loved it.

  I continued to lean us against the wall, needing its support to help hold both of us up. Twice now, I’d almost blacked out from coming harder than I had in my life. Was this because I’d been abstinent for two years or was it all Erica? I guess it would take time to find out—time I was looking forward to.

  Slowly pulling out of Erica, I helped her to her feet before reaching for the body wash and a washcloth. I lathered it up and began to wash every inch of her body. I turned her in the direction I needed to reach various parts of her luscious curves. I made sure to kiss her face, her neck, and her shoulders but spent a lot of time on the swell of her breasts. They were so damn responsive; hell, she was receptive to every touch of my tongue and fingers on her luminous skin.

  I washed every part of her body and enjoyed the little moans of pleasure she gave when I nipped at her skin. She was a sight to behold: soapy, wet, and still dripping with the essence of our encounter. Just seeing her like this had me hard again, but I knew I needed to back off. With her being a virgin and having me twice in one day, she had to be a little sore. I’d try to refrain for a day or so, maybe offering to take her to the swimming and waterfall area to soak a bit.