Elevating Eve (Fairford Affairs #4)

5. Jonathan

CHAPTER 5

Jonathan

F uck, fuck, fuck .

In an instant, Jonathan’s dick was hard as fucking granite. All the basest instincts in his body told him to grab this stunning creature, bend her over the foot of the bed, and fuck her until the sun came up.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away as gently as he could. “Eve,” he said, hearing the regret filling his voice. “We can’t.”

The look of mortification on her kind, beautiful face sent guilt spiraling through him. “Oh, God.” There was a panicked edge to her voice. “I’m so fucking stupid. I’m so sorry.”

“Listen to me. It’s not?—”

She grabbed the door and flung it closed.

Jonathan winced as the door collided with his foot. He felt that impact through the fine Italian leather of his shoe.

Her wide eyes met his for one shocked second. Then she turned, hiding her face from him. “Please leave,” she whispered, voice shaking with barely restrained tears.

“I promise I’ll leave as soon as you hear what I need to say.” The words sounded as soft and gentle as he knew how to make them. No way would he use his usual commanding Dom voice when he already felt like shit for taking away her choice to kick him out. But she needed to hear this. “I’m not rejecting you, Eve. I mean, look at you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”

She drew in a sharp breath. Her hand shook as she pulled it away from the door, allowing him to open it the rest of the way. She turned to face him again, though she didn’t quite meet his gaze. “Then why...” She couldn’t seem to figure out how to finish the question.

Reaching out, Jonathan cupped her injured cheek with his hand, doing everything in his power to keep from hurting her. “I’m not going to do the same thing Frank did all those years ago.”

Her mouth dropped open the tiniest bit.

“If, after all this is sorted out and you’re back on your feet, you still want to do this, I would be more than happy to oblige.” He’d be fucking ecstatic. “But I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re hurt and vulnerable.”

She stared into his eyes for so long, desire radiating from her like a cat in heat, that his resolve almost weakened. Almost. But he’d never be able to forgive himself if he let anything happen tonight.

At long last, she let out a sigh. “Of course you’re one of the noble ones.” Disappointment filled her eyes, but her lips held the hint of a smile. “Not that I’m surprised. It’s probably half the reason I’m so attracted to you.”

“And the other half?” Jonathan asked, his own lips quirking upward.

“Your ass,” she said, eyes scrunching up at the corners. “Definitely your ass.”

He laughed as gratitude eased the guilt still lingering in the pit of his stomach. Thank God everything would be all right between them. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing her before he even had her. “And here I thought it was my charming personality.”

She smiled bigger than he’d ever seen from her.

And Christ, her smile was beautiful.

“Okay, Prince Charming,” Eve said with an amused shake of the head. “Let me get some sleep so I can start getting my head on straight. I’ll see you in a couple days.”

Jonathan bowed low like a prince in an old black-and-white movie, loving the sound of her giggle. “My lady.” He backed away from the threshold, letting her shut the door between them.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he pulled up his text thread with Leo and typed, Sometimes being noble really fucking sucks.

With a sigh, he dropped the cell phone back into his pocket and headed toward his car.

Jonathan buried his hands in his hair and groaned. He was back in his office on the Manor’s third floor, trying to get some work done, but he couldn’t concentrate.

“How did you know to come rescue me?” Fuck, he’d never get those words out of his head. An image popped into his mind then—Prince Charming in gleaming armor atop a pristine white horse, sword held aloft as he charged unwaveringly to save a damsel in distress.

Not just any damsel in distress. Eve in distress.

Reaching down, he pressed his knuckles roughly against his cock through his slacks, trying to get the damn thing to calm down. Since when did he have a savior kink? Hell, was that even a real thing?

Well, if it wasn’t before, the pulsing in his cock made it awfully clear it was now.

“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, fumbling with his belt. He wasn’t getting any work done anyway.

He closed his eyes when he finally wrapped a firm hand around his dick. Eve’s name tumbled from his lips as he squeezed, pumping his hand up and down the shaft.

The image of himself astride a charging steed popped back into his head, and this time he ran with it. The evil wizard was slain, and now he merely needed to climb to the top of the tower to claim his prize.

In his mind, the fantasy skipped ahead to the part where he opened the door to the highest room in the crumbling old castle.

Eve knelt in the center of the circular room, looking up at him with gratitude shining in her big brown eyes. “Thank you for rescuing me, noble prince.” Her smile held a world of delicious promises. “From this day forth, I’m yours to command. What do you wish of me? ”

He let his gaze travel downward, taking in her ample breasts, barely contained by the green silk dress she wore. Down farther still to her trim waist, cinched tight by a belt of shimmering gold. Then to her hands, resting on her lap, pressed together in supplication.

His princess looked so fucking beautiful on her knees.

Strolling lazily into the room, he took his time circling her, drinking her in. “Rise, my lady,” he said at last, taking one of her small hands and helping her to her feet. “You say you’re mine to command?”

She blinked up at him coyly. “Yes, my prince.”

“And you swear to obey me in all things, no matter what I ask of you?”

“Yes, my prince,” she purred.

He lifted his free hand to her face, brushing his fingertips along her cheekbone. “Good girl.” Moving behind her, he began undoing the laces at the back of her dress, tugging them loose until the fabric slipped down her shoulders. “Bare yourself to me.”

With a shudder of excitement, Eve got to work removing her clothing one piece at a time. She started with the belt made of gold discs, each circle of metal imprinted with the image of a blazing sun. The rest of the clothing followed quickly behind, until she stood before him in nothing but her skin.

Jonathan circled around her again, even slower this time. He wanted to memorize every single inch of her with his eyes, then do it all over again with his hands and tongue.

“Do I please you?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Mmm,” he answered, tracing down the length of her right arm with the tip of one finger, marveling in the softness of her skin. “Nothing has ever pleased me more.”

A rosy blush colored her cheeks as she looked down—the pose demure, but her smile revealing her pleasure at his words. “Before we go any further, I must confess something.” Despite the gravity of those words, the smile stayed firmly in place.

“Yes, princess?”

One small, pale hand drifted across her hip, inching toward her center. “I know I was meant to stay pure for my champion. But I’ve been waiting so long.”

Jonathan’s heart pounded in his chest as he covered her wandering hand with his own, stopping its progress. “Has my little princess been a bit naughty?”

She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Only because of my longing for you. Please say you’ll forgive me?”

“Are you willing to earn my forgiveness?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask,” she answered, the words soft and smooth as velvet.

Jonathan’s lips spread into a slow smile. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” Leading Eve over to the bed, he bent her over the thick mahogany footboard, pushing her forward until the intricate carvings in the wood pressed against her thighs. “You will submit to me.”

It was an order, not a question, but still she answered, “Yes, my prince.”

Placing a hand on her lower back, he slid it down over the curve of her ass. “You will accept the punishment I deem appropriate, without a fight.”

“Yes, my prince.” It came out in a breathless rush.

Lifting his hand high, he brought it down against her with a loud crack .

Eve shouted in surprise, lurching forward as much as the unforgiving wood of the footboard would allow. “Please!” The single word came out as a high, keening wail.

“Yes, my lady?” It sounded smug even to his own ears.

“That’s too hard,” she said, hands fisting in the fine silk blanket covering her large bed. “I can’t take it.”

He rubbed the rosy mark his hand left behind on her pale skin. “You agreed to accept my punishment without a fight,” he reminded her, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

Whimpering, she whispered, “Yes, my prince.”

“Good girl. Now let’s continue.”

Without any warning, he brought his hand down twice more in quick succession, once on each cheek. Again, her body pitched forward, but she didn’t beg him to stop this time. Instead, she buried her face in the blanket, letting the purple silk muffle her cries.

Jonathan smiled. His brave, submissive little princess. It was time for her spanking to truly begin.

He brought his hand down against her tender flesh in a steady rhythm, spaced far enough apart for a burn to ignite beneath her skin, but each impact coming too soon for her to catch her breath. When administered correctly, a spanking was truly a work of art.

Jonathan was a master of his trade.

Her whole body shook with each heaving sob, her cries now far too loud for the silk to muffle them. But still she stayed in position, never once attempting to rise or moving her hands back to protect her burning skin.

He was so proud of her courage that he ended the spanking before he had originally intended. The previously pale skin glowed a bright red—not quite the deep crimson he wanted. But she had earned the reprieve.

“Was that your first spanking?” he asked, rubbing her bottom with gentle hands, trying to soothe the worst of the pain away.

It took her almost a minute to get her crying under enough control to answer. “Y-yes,” she said, her voice catching. “Did I please you?”

“Oh, my sweet princess.” He let one hand slide toward her core, fingers gently probing. She was ready for him, her arousal hot and slick against his skin. “You couldn’t have possibly pleased me more.” With that, he plunged two fingers into her pussy. They slid in easily, her wetness coating his fingers and dripping down onto his hand.

All she managed in reply was a low, drawn-out moan.

Freeing his cock at last, he lined it up with her entrance. “You’re mine,” he growled, grasping her hips with rough, possessive hands. “I’ll make sure you never forget it.” Then he plunged his hips forward, burying himself in her scorching heat.

“Fuck!” Jonathan yelled, throwing his head back as hot come spilled onto his hand and all over his slacks. He’d been so lost in the fantasy, he hadn’t even realized he was about to tumble headfirst over the edge.

Letting his sticky hand fall to his side, he closed his eyes again and tried to catch his breath.

Jesus fucking Christ. What was this woman doing to him?