Melissa rolled over for the hundredth time. She fluffed her feather pillow and smoothed her satiny sheets. Flipping her blanket, she slid one leg out, hoping desperately that the cool air would somehow help her sleep. No matter what she did, she couldn't seem to get comfortable. She knew what she needed, but it was no use. She wouldn't betray the last instruction she had received.
Every day was getting harder as she fought against the mounting need she felt. Never in her life had she experienced frustration like she was experiencing now. Flashes of the night she spent in the truck haunted her dreams, burning her desire ever hotter as the scenes played out night after night.
A week had passed, and she couldn't get the encounter out of her head. Every night she struggled to fall asleep, squeezing her legs together as she fought the impulse to slide her hand between her folds or to pull out any of her toys to relieve the ache. Her fingers itched to grab a vibe and bring herself to a screaming release, but whenever she thought about giving in to the impulse, she pictured his dark eyes and heard the velvety voice that stayed her hand.
Every night, after hours spent tossing, she would eventually fall into exhausted sleep. Tormented by her dreams, she would wake, drenched in sweat, liquid pouring from her core, twisted in her blankets and panting with need. Her mind made her insatiable, alternating between replays of what had already happened and fantasies of what she hoped would come. As the days passed, she found those fantasies growing and changing, teasing her with increasingly naughty ideas of what had only been hinted at - pleasures she found herself desiring with growing desperation.
Tucking her leg back under the covers she pulled herself around a body pillow, wishing the man who starred in her fantasies was there to hold instead. She ran through the last time she had seen him, holding on to the promise he had left her with, and the promise he had demanded in return.
She had woken that morning to the feel of his hand gently caressing her shoulder. The Sun was just starting to light the sky, already bright through her heavy lids. Her arousal had spiked immediately as her eyes opened to drink in the sight of him in the first golden rays of morning. Still handsome, she'd thought with a chuckle, reaching up to run her hand through the hair above his ear, and feeling her smile grow as he looked down at her with heat in his eyes.
She had hoped to maybe have time for a morning quicky, but Jake clearly had more restraint than she did. He had scooped her off his lap and pulled his clothes on quickly, throwing a wry smile her way. He knew exactly what she wanted, and his look said he was deliberately making her wait for it. Her cheeks had heated with the knowledge that he saw her desire so clearly, and also with the sudden awareness that she was more than willing to allow him to call the shots. Somehow giving him that control was extremely exciting.
"I suggest you get dressed. I will head up the road and get you back to your car so we can get you on your way home, and I can get to work on time."
His voice was still velvety, even though the smooth seductive tone he'd used last night was no longer evident. She smiled at him shyly, suddenly embarrassed to have him see her in the light. She heard his chuckle as she tried to keep the blanket covering her while fighting into her still damp clothes.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Although your shyness is adorable."
She looked at his grin and felt herself blush more deeply, realizing she was being silly. For the first time, she really felt accepted for all she was, and yet she couldn't shake the insecurities that had plagued her for so long. They had driven back to her car in relative silence, sharing occasional light banter, but she had found it difficult to stick to normal conversation when she had so many swirling thoughts about what had transpired the night before and what she hoped would transpire in the future.
True to his word, Jake had been able to quickly change her tire. She had watched him work efficiently, dreading the separation she knew was coming. She had already put her number in his phone, and had been surprised to discover he had charged hers while they slept so she wouldn't be without it if anything else happened before she made it safely home.
With everything packed up, he had returned to stand in front of her, and she had found herself backing up until she bumped the door of her car. He advanced slowly, smiling as he watched her retreat. His hands found hers, and he lifted them beside her head, pressing his body forward to trap her completely before leaning down to kiss her forcefully. He pulled back far too quickly, leaving her feeling breathless and already desperate for more.
"As you might have already come to understand, I have particular tastes. If you want me to contact you, I need a couple of promises first."
She looked up at him, captive once more to the intensity of his gaze and his words, even as he held her physically trapped against her car.
"Anything." It came out breathlessly, and he smiled at her darkly.
"Don't promise that too quickly, my dear. I will happily rise to the unspoken challenge. But for now I will keep my requirements relatively simple. First, I need your affirmation that you are willing to allow me control of any future rendezvous. I am asking you to trust that I will take care of you, and not push you past your limits. In return, I will bring you pleasure you currently can only imagine. Are you willing to play by my rules?"
She pondered what he was saying for only a moment. He had taken control last night, and although the thought of willingly allowing it moving forward was frightening, it incited a heat she hadn't previously felt. Her core clenched and she felt the liquid already dripping from her body into her jeans. There was only one way to answer.
"Yes, I accept this condition. I trust you, Sir."
"Good." His voice somehow managed to stretch the word, and she found a shiver passing through her body at the sound. Waiting for him to contact her was going to be torture, but she knew already she would endure it.
