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smile.  I needed a shower so bad.  Just to stand there, naked, to let the hot water wash everything off my body.   I still felt vulnerable but it had nothing to do with John Black, even though he now slept in a drunken state near an almost dead fire.
    “Mr. Black,” I said as I lifted my shirt up.  I dropped it to the floor, not wanting to challenge the brooding billionaire.  I could already see his grip on the shower door tightening, his knuckles turning white.  “Something happened outside.”
    “Which I’m not doubting,” Jonathan said.  “But leaving right now wouldn’t do good, would it?”
    I shrugged my shoulders.
    Jonathan let the shower door go.  As he walked towards me, steam started to pour from the open door, dancing behind him. 
    In many ways that’s just how Jonathan Black came into my life.  Appearing from nowhere, changing everything, commanding everyone.
    When he touched my shoulder, it was surprisingly gentle.
    “I’m being patient, but for only a moment longer,” he said.  “If you can’t trust me or you refuse to trust me, then you better make arrangements.”
    “I trust you, sir,” I said.  “I swear...”
    Jonathan ran his fingertips down my arm, enough to send chills throughout my body.  I took a deep breath, shaking with need and relief all at the same time.  When he reached my elbow his hand moved to my back.  There he traced up to the clasp of my bra and with one hand and the quick movement of a couple of his fingers, he undid my bra.  Everything ached in a way as though I had never been touched by a man before.  As his hand came forward, he took the left strap of my bra with him.  My hands were at my side and when Jonathan pulled the strap down, my left breast became exposed.  My bra curled down a little on my right side, revealing plenty but still covering most of my nipple. 
    I looked down and realized just how erotic and dirty I looked.  I didn’t move, so Jonathan could enjoy the sight. 
    He placed his hand to my side.  His large hand seemed like it could grip my entire body.  His thumb pressed just under my ribs, telling me how much he enjoyed my body.  Using his right hand, he cupped my exposed breast, holding with his middle finger.  My nipple was already stiff but each time he circled it, I throbbed. 
    Jonathan came forward and placed his lips to my chest.  With a series of soft kisses, he worked his way down to my breast and finally, to my nipple.  His mouth opened and the gentleness of the billionaire was thrown out the window. 
    I felt his teeth touch my nipple, for a second, and I moaned.  When he lifted his head back up, his nose pressed against my nipple, followed by his teeth again.  His lips began to close and he focused all his desire on my nipple.  He brought his teeth together, sustaining the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.  His left hand made a sudden move, and grabbed my bra from my right side.  It exposed my entire chest. 
    His tongue rubbed my left nipple while his left fingers rolled my right nipple.  My toes curled and it was hard to take a full breath.  My hands, once rested at my sides, were now at my pants, taking them off.  I realized then that every move I made added to the allure of my breasts and the pleasure Jonathan gave me. 
    I dropped my pants, leaving me in a pair of wet panties.  I placed my fingers into my panties, at my hips, and Jonathan growled.
    “Not yet,” he whispered, his warm breath torturing my aching nipple.
    The steam from the shower had filtered into most of the bathroom, and a hot cloud of fog lingered.  It felt good to be in the bathroom like this.  Safe.  Hidden.  Protected by Jonathan Black and his hands, tongue, and body.
    Jonathan licked my breast and continued, climbing back up my chest, to my neck, and at my jaw, he opened his mouth, exhaling, his teeth touching my jaw.
    “Touch yourself, Isabella Grace,” he said.  “You’re the only one allowed to touch you besides