CHAPTER10
Donovan
Jessica leaving the way she had was swirling around my brain in the hours afterward. Maybe I should have insisted she stay and talked to her, explained to her the kind of things I was into, but how the fuck did you have that conversation with someone who’d never even had sex before?
How did I tell her I liked spanking women and then getting them off until they were writhing with need?
She was naive and innocent in a lot of ways when it came to sex, and I’d scared the hell out of her. I could see it in her eyes before she ran out on me.
I was debating calling her when I heard a knock on the door. It was odd. People generally didn’t knock on my door without the doorman buzzing up to tell me who was here. I wondered if it was one of my neighbors as I made my way to open it, but I never spoke to anyone in the building if I could avoid it.
I opened the door and stopped breathing.
It was Jessica. My Jessica.
She looked amazing. The heavy makeup she’d worn last night was gone and was replaced with more natural tones. Her hair was straight and framed her face beautifully. I took in the overcoat and black boots she was wearing, but it was her smile that drew me in.
I blew out a breath. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again.”
“I wasn’t sure either,” she admitted, almost shyly.
I stepped back so she could enter and then I shut the door behind her.
I could tell she was a little nervous as I turned back to her. “I was out of line earlier,” she said.
“No, you weren’t,” I said. “It was a lot to take in. I never meant for you to find that room without me explaining things first. I promise you, I don’t go around hurting women.”
“I know that,” she said, and finally smiled. “Kyra explained it to me. About the room, about what goes on in there.”
I was grateful to Kyra for doing that. It would have been better coming from her. Jessica would have been more likely to trust an impartial view, especially one from Kyra who was close to her.
“Right.” I exhaled a deep breath. “What did she tell you?”
“That it’s for delivering orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.”
She removed her coat, letting it drop to the floor. My breath caught in my throat. She was wearing the most beautiful bra and panties I’d ever seen. Dark green lace that fit her perfectly and stockings that showed a slither of skin above the lace.
Fuck, my cock went solid instantly.
“I want you to show me,” she said.
I scanned her face, hope rising within me. I was ready to give her the full tour, but she needed to be handled with care. This wasn’t something I could rush. Baby steps before we moved onto the more intense games.
“You’re sure?” I asked, holding my breath as I waited for her answer.
“Quite sure. Because I trust you.”
My heart soared, and taking her hand, I led her through the penthouse and to the room. I could feel her trembling a little so I turned to her and pressed my mouth to hers. I didn’t want her scared. I wanted her to enjoy every moment inside this space. I wanted her to plead to come back here time and time again.
Her lips were soft and the kiss was tentative at first before she found her boldness. I slipped my hand between us and cupped her pussy. Her panties were damp, which make me smirk.
“Is all this wetness for me?”
She whimpered as I rubbed her clit through the material. “Yes.”
I liked that and I wanted to keep her wet. I took her over to the bed and ordered her to sit on the edge of it. She did as I asked, like a good girl. I liked that, too.
I opened the drawer at the side of the bed and pulled out a silk scarf.