Chapter 11

Elena’s POV

His hands were on my wrists, pinning them above my head.

The leather cuffs were soft against my skin, but firm enough that I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

His mouth was already on my throat, sucking it hard, pulling the skin between his lips until I felt the blood rush to the area, it felt like I was getting marked . Then he moved lower until he plopped one of my nipples into his mouth, even though I was wearing a bra with thin material.

He sucked it hard, like he was hungry. Saliva dropped from his mouth onto my breast.

I arched, a broken sound tearing out of me as he drew the peak deep into his mouth, tongue flicking ruthlessly over the trapped bud while his teeth grazed it. He released it with a wet pop only to attack the other one, sucking even more aggressively, soaking the fabric until it was transparent on my skin.

“These are so fucking sensitive,” he growled against my breast, voice thick with lust. “It's already so hard for me. Bet they’re aching.”

Before I could catch my breath he reached behind me, yanking the bra down roughly. Cool air hit my wet nipples before I felt the cold metal on it.

He pinched one between his fingers, rolling it once, then twice, making me whimper, then snapped a small weighted clamp onto it. I felt a sharp sting, causing me to cry out.

He did the same to the other…faster this time…then gave both chains a light tug.

Fire shot straight to my clit.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dark satisfaction in every word. “Clamped. And already dripping down your thighs and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”

“Please touch me” I begged shamelessly.

“Nah… not yet. Daddy is going to punish you, want to know why?” His voice came out low as he leaned against the wall, his eyes glued on me.

I nodded my head in response to him and bit my lower lips. In this hand was a mini flogger as he circled around me.

“For entering. You don’t come here unless I walk you in” he came to a stop in front of me. He then traced the flogger on my already wet boobs and I felt the shiver run through my veins. He continued for another few seconds, staring deep into my eyes and then suddenly whipped my tits so hard.

“Uhmm!- a sharp moan escaped through my mouth. He continued whipping so hard, leaving every tracing of it on my boobs, like he was marking his territory.

“I hope you have learnt your lesson” he whispered from behind. And then yanked my legs open. I felt his wet lips against my ass.

It was the first time in my entire life that I got eaten in the ass. He literally ate my ass like it was a dinner set on a plate. And without warning, he slid his hand into my pussy. Three fucking finger deep inside me.

“Fuck!!! Jonathan-

And suddenly, I jolted up, with my chest heavy. And my tights clenched. The sheets were soaked between my legs. My nipples still aching like they remembered the clamps. My clit was so swollen and sensitive the slightest shift of the sheet made me hiss.

My hand flew between my legs , I desperately badly needed to cum it I’ll die. I touched my soaked clit with one finger and that was enough. I came so hard , with a violent orgasm that tore through me the second my fingertips grazed the oversensitive bud…wave after wave while my mind replayed his mouth, his orders, the denial, the theft.

When it finally ended I was shaking, tears on my cheeks, heart slamming against my ribs.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, pressing my hands to my face.

I was in my bedroom.

Not in Jonathan’s playroom. Not pinned beneath him. Just alone in my bed,

It was a dream. Not just anyone. But a wet one.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I grabbed it without thinking.

Jonathan.

Of course it was him.

I stared at the screen for a long moment, my heart still racing, before I finally answered.

“Hello?”

“Good morning,” he said, his voice calm and professional. “Did you get home safely last night?”

I blinked. “Are you seriously calling to ask about my night?”

“Among other things,” he said, and I could hear the faint amusement in his tone. “I wanted to let you know I’ve changed the meeting time in Singapore. We’ll be arriving later than originally planned.”

I sat up straighter, pushing the dream out of my mind and focusing on what he was actually saying. “You changed the meeting time?”

“Yes. It works better with my schedule.”

“Jonathan, I already booked the flights based on the original time…”

“Cancel them,” he said simply. “We’ll take my jet.”

I closed my eyes and counted to five, trying not to snap at him. “You have a private jet.”

“I do.”

“And you didn’t think to mention that before I spent an hour booking commercial flights?”

“I assumed you knew.”

“How would I know that?”

“You’re my Personal Manager,” he said, like it was obvious. “You’re supposed to know these things.”

I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him.

“Fine,” I said tightly. “I’ll cancel the tickets.”

“Good. We leave at three. Don’t be late.”

He hung up before I could respond.

I stared at the phone, resisting the urge to throw it across the room.

This man was going to drive me insane.

By the time three o’clock rolled around, I was standing on the tarmac at a private airfield, watching Jonathan’s jet gleam in the afternoon sun.

It was huge. And absolutely beautiful.And walking toward it was Jonathan.

I stopped mid-step, staring.

He wasn’t wearing a suit.

For the first time since I’d met him, Jonathan Hart was dressed casually, he wore jeans that fit him perfectly, a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a leather jacket that made him look less like a CEO and more like someone who belonged on the cover of a magazine.

His hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run his hands through it, and without the severe suit and tie, he looked… different.

He looked much younger and devastatingly attractive.

I hated that I noticed.

My mind drifted back to how I woke up. The way he touched me, made me scream, wanting more. And for a moment I wondered if he was really all that or it was just a mere dream.

“Fuck” I bit my lower lips, my eyes glued on him.

“You’re staring,” he said as he reached me, a small smile playing on his lips.

I ignored him. We boarded the jet, and I had to force myself not to gawk at the interior. Leather seats that looked more comfortable than my bed. A full bar. A massive TV. Everything was polished and perfect.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Jonathan said, settling into one of the seats near the window. “It’s a long flight.”

I sat down across from him, buckling my seatbelt and trying to ignore the way my stomach was already twisting with nerves.

The engines roared to life, and the jet started moving down the runway.

Faster. Faster.

And then we were lifting off, the ground falling away beneath us.

My hands gripped the armrests so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Elena?” Jonathan’s voice cut through the roar in my ears. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I lied, my eyes squeezed shut.

“You don’t look fine.”

The jet tilted slightly, climbing higher, and my stomach dropped.

I hated flying. I absolutely hated the feeling of being suspended in the air with nothing beneath me. Hated the way my brain screamed that this wasn’t natural, that humans weren’t meant to be thirty thousand feet in the sky.

“Elena.”

Suddenly, Jonathan was there, crouching in front of me, his hands covering mine on the armrests.

“Look at me,” he said firmly.

I opened my eyes and found him watching me with an intensity that made everything else fade away.

“Breathe,” he said. “In through your nose. Out through your mouth.”

I did as he said, focusing on his voice, on the warmth of his hands over mine.

“Good,” he murmured. “Again.”

We stayed like that until the jet leveled out, until my breathing returned to normal and my hands stopped shaking.

“Better?” he asked.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He didn’t move. Didn’t let go of my hands.