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  Fernando shook his head. He had a lot of stuff to deal with; he knew, but even thinking about the weight of it all was too much.

  Slowly, Jenna turned around, a smile on her face. For a moment, she just looked at him, and Fernando held his breath. “Show me what you do,” She whispered.

  Jenna's heart was threatening to take off in flight. A year without sex, and now this. If only What's-His-Name-Ex-Bf could see her now. He'd accused her a few times of being a prude because she wouldn't have anal sex with him. Honestly, though, it was because she hadn't trusted him.

  But for some reason she trusted Fernando.

  “Take your clothes off,” He commanded, his voice deep and silken. “Slowly.”

  Jenna raised a hand- shaking from a combination of nervousness and eagerness- and pushed the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. Fluidly, the dress fell to the ground. She stood still in her pink, lace bra and panties as Fernando stared at her. The man looked practically hungry. He wanted her too- she could tell, and that knowledge thrilled Jenna to no measurable degree.

  Seeking to tease him and take his command even further than he had probably meant it to go, she reached behind herself and undid the bra one clasp at a time. Painstakingly slowly, she pulled the bra off and dropped it to the floor. Across the room, Fernando licked his bottom lip. Was the sight of her undressing turning him on? Jenna knew that some men found her attractive, but she'd always found it difficult to appreciate her curves. In her mind, she'd always needed to lose ten pounds and tone her legs. And her stomach... Well, it wasn't flabby, but she didn't have a six-pack either.

  But Fernando was looking at her like he was about to devour her.

  Jenna suppressed a smile as she hooked her thumbs underneath her panties' waistband and tugged. They were so soaking wet that she was almost embarrassed- not that that stopped her from letting them slide down her legs.

  Finally, she was completely naked in front of Fernando, every square inch of her bare skin standing to attention. There was a slight nip in the air, which bit her nipples and made them stand out even harder. As Fernando took a step towards her, her stomach clenched in anticipation.

  He stopped right next to her. They were so close that she could feel the heat coming off of his body; could feel his breath against her neck. God, she wanted him to touch her so badly. The need of that one moment was so unbearable that Jenna felt she would have done almost anything in the world just to have his fingertips graze gently across her hips.

  “Go lay down,” He whispered, so low she almost didn't hear it. There was a slight shakiness to his words. Was this all getting to him as much as it was getting to her?

  As difficult as it was, she stepped away from him and went to lay on the bed. The comforter was soft and silken, and the mattress firm. She lay there and stared up at the ceiling, waiting, her pulse pounding.

  He didn't say anything. Was this part of the game? To make her wait so long that she went absolutely mad from her own desire?

  Finally, he spoke, his voice husky. “I want to take you to my room.”

  It was wrong. Fernando knew it. Seeing her there, laying on that bed that so many other women had laid on. She was nothing like those other women, and he wasn't going to treat her like them.

  And so he was going to break one of his cardinal rules. He was going to take a woman to his room.

  He opened the door, and then went first, leading the way across the living room. He hoped he wouldn't regret this.

  But why should he? He didn't even fully understand what was going on. He was just going with each moment as it came to him, and at that moment, he knew that it was important that he treat Jenna in a very special way.

  His room was a far cry from the other bedroom in the apartment. Just like in the living room, the shelves were covered in books, but there was also a personal touch in the room that there wasn't in any other part of the apartment. A sketch of New York that a friend in college had done rested in a frame on a shelf. Hanging from the ceiling was a model plane Fernando had made when he was ten and staying with the Wilders. They'd been a nice family- better than most that he'd come across during his years in the foster system- and he often wondered what had become of them.

  Jenna went and sat on his bed, still naked, and the sight made his heart do a little skip. He hoped she wouldn't ask why he'd taken her out of the other room. He wasn't sure he would be able to provide her with an answer.

  Hopefully, she would leave the questions at the door, and just be happy with what he was about to do to her.

  He moved to the wardrobe on the far wall and opened the top shelf. Inside of it lay a few supplies that he'd originally bought for his side business but that, for whatever reason, had never made it to the other bedroom. A pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. A small, plain vibrator. Two tiny nipple clamps. A thick black scarf that could be used as a gag. They were all unused- completely virginal.

  Grabbing the handcuffs, he turned around. Jenna was already laying on her side; her head propped up on her hand. Her pupils were dilating, and she was sweating slightly. God, he wanted to lick her up and down.

  Not yet, though. He was going to wait. He was going to test himself. Hopefully, though- when the time came- she would let him fulfill all of the fantasies that were racing through his mind.

  “Lay back and put your hands above your head,” He said, and watched as she instantly complied.

  Swiftly, he moved to her and opened the handcuffs. Going slow was now out of the question. He wanted to make Jenna moan, and he wanted to make her do it now.

  The headboard of his bed was barred- which was suddenly useful, even though he'd given no thought to it when buying the bed frame. The cuffs closed easily around both the bed and Jenna's slender wrists. Heat pulsed through Fernando's entire being as he stood back and took in the sight of her laying there, beautiful and delicate... And completely under his control.

  Chapter 8

  Jenna had already decided that she was going to succumb entirely to this experience. Initially, she'd been beyond embarrassed, but by the time she was laying on Fernando's bed with her hands cuffed above her head she was anything but. Her body ached so badly to be touched that she wanted to cry out loud. There she was, naked and ready, and one of the most gorgeous men in the world stood inches away from her, fully clothed and testing Jenna to her full mental limits.

  “You want me to do things to you,” He said slowly. It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes,” She whispered.

  “Say it again.”

  “Yes,” She said, a little louder, and then, because she couldn't stop herself: “Please.”

  He smirked. “I like it when you say please.”

  He walked back over to the drawer that he'd gotten the handcuffs from and slipped something else into his pocket before pulling out what looked like two little clamps

  “Do you know what these are?” He asked.

  Jenna shook her head.

  “They're nipple clamps. I want to put them on you.”

  Jenna swallowed hard. Clamping nipples? That didn't exactly sound like fun in her book. Then again, if it was something other people were in to...

  He moved towards her again and leaned his face down low. Gently, he blew on her nipples, first one and then the other. Jenna sighed in pleasure as her nipples grew even harder. If a simple blow from him had such an effect, what the hell was going to happen when he actually touched her?

  Fernando lifted one of the clamps and grazed it across her breast, barely touching her skin. Jenna shivered. A moment later, the clamp was open and squeezing onto her nipple. Jenna gasped. The sensation was intense, but not completely painful. In fact, it felt good. When the other clamp went on Jenna moaned loudly, surprising herself.

  Fernando smiled. “I knew you would like it.”

  From his back pocket, he pulled out a small white vibrator. Jenna tried not to look disappointed. Was he actually not going to touch her with his bare hands?

 
; When he hit the button, and a buzzing filled the room, though, she stopped caring. She just wanted the aching that was mercilessly pounding her body to stop, and if a vibrator was going to be the one to do the job, oh well.

  Fernando lowered the vibrator between Jenna's legs, and she cried out in pleasure as it touched her clit. So this was what all the moaning she'd heard before had been about. The anticipation that Fernando had been building up made the touch of the vibrator ten times better than when Jenna turned her own one on.

  Jenna clenched her eyes shut and raised her hips. Fernando pressed the vibrator harder against her. She was going to cum. Any moment now.

  And then he switched it off.

  Jenna gasped. “No,” She whimpered.

  Fernando laughed. “You really think I'm going to let you cum so soon? We're only getting started.”

  Removing one of the clamps, he bent his head and licked a tender nipple. Pleasure shot down through Jenna's body, and her pussy grew even wetter. Fernando opened his mouth wide and took the tender nipple in his teeth. Gently, he tugged on it, then sucked.

  Before Jenna even knew what was happening, she was moaning all over again. It had never- ever- felt so incredible to have her breasts touched. In fact, it felt so incredible that the familiar sensation from a moment ago was rising again between her legs. Fernando kept sucking her nipple as he gently tugged the clamp that was attached to the other one, and Jenna- unable to contain herself- shrieked out in pleasure.

  “Oh my God!” She cried, the orgasm exploding through her body. She arched her back, rising towards the ceiling as waves of pleasure rode through her. When they subsided, Fernando kept sucking, never lessening his efforts.

  Jenna moaned. She was so sensitive. So sore. She wanted to tell him to stop- to give her a break. But she also wanted him to keep going.

  “Did I just have an orgasm?” She gasped.

  Lifting his mouth from her chest, he grinned. “I know a woman's body well.”

  “I didn't know that could even happen.”

  “I can show you more if you like,” He said, his eyes glinting in the light.

  Jenna gasped. “Please.”

  “Say it again. Louder.”

  “Please, Fernando!” Jenna yelled. “Please!”

  Fernando grinned. “I'll see what I can do.”

  The front door closed behind Jenna and Fernando stood staring at it, uncertain about what to do. They'd spent two hours in his room, exploring her body. Although he'd touched her breasts with his hands, and her pussy first with a vibrator and then a feather, he'd purposefully not put his bare hands between her legs.

  Worried about his own capabilities when it came to restraint, he'd intentionally set up boundaries. If he had allowed himself to touch the silkiness of Jenna's lower lips, or- God help him- taste them, he would have gone completely mad with desire. There would have been nothing stopping him from pulling his dick out and fucking her right then and there.

  And actual sex hadn't been part of the deal. He'd told Jenna that he never had sex with his clients, and he had been giving her a 'sample' of his typical services.

  For him, though, it had felt anything but typical. Now he wanted her even more than he had before.

  Fernando bit his balled-up fist and fell against the wall.

  Chapter 9

  Jenna tossed and turned, rolling around underneath the sheet. Frustrated, she ripped it off the bed and threw it to the floor. It was almost one in the morning, and she still couldn't get to sleep.

  Maybe she was in shock. Like, a good kind of shock. Was that something that existed?

  The only thing she knew for sure was that she couldn't get what had happened in Fernando's apartment out of her mind- and not just the part about the man giving her three orgasms.

  Her body had never responded to anyone in the way that hers had to his. And not only that, but she couldn't get their conversation on the couch out of her mind either. He had seemed genuinely interested in her and her job. He'd called what she did 'amazing'.

  As much as she wanted to be chained to a bed again by that man, she wanted just to talk to him again even more.

  Why on Earth was he running a side business in erotica when he (no doubt) made more than enough as a lawyer? And that question only skimmed the surface of everything she wanted to know about Fernando Gomez. The man was an enigma, and Jenna knew she wasn't going to be able to rest until she figured him out.

  A knocking made her sit up straight. Someone was at the door. Fernando?

  Jenna's heart beat wildly as she dropped her feet to the floor.

  But no. The knocking noise was coming from somewhere else... It was coming from the window!

  Jenna peered at the glass. Yes. Someone was out there on her fire escape.

  She swallowed hard and took a tentative step towards the window. A burglar, maybe? One that was trying to trick her into thinking they were in danger so that she would open the window?

  A few steps away from the glass, Jenna froze. It was Fernando!

  Rushing forward then, she unlocked the window and heaved it open.

  “What the hell?” She laughed. “Why didn't you use the stairs?”

  Fernando grinned, a look of embarrassment coming over his beautiful face. The expression seemed unnatural, yet was also endearing. “Can I come in?” He asked.

  “Of course.” Jenna quickly stepped back, allowing him to climb into the apartment.

  “I was just sitting out on my fire escape,” He explained, straightening up, “And...”

  He faltered, his eyes roving around the tiny studio apartment.

  “And what?” Jenna pressed.

  “I'm sorry. I'm completely out of line. I should go.”

  Jenna laughed a quick and harsh bark. He was calling the current moment out of line when only a couple hours ago he'd had her tied to his bed's headboard?

  “Don't go.” She reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him from turning away. .

  He froze, then looked up into her eyes. “I was sitting on my fire escape thinking about you,” He continued. “And I got so excited and carried away that the next thing I knew I was climbing down the escape and knocking on your window.”

  Jenna worked hard to swallow. She was still holding onto Fernando's hand, and her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure he had to be hearing it.

  “What were you thinking about me?” Her voice sounded small like it held only a fraction of the volume it usually did.

  “I was thinking about how different you are... From any other woman I've ever met.”

  The floor felt like it was crumbling beneath Jenna's feet, and she was somehow- miraculously- left floating on air, buoyed up by Fernando's words.

  His fingers tightened around hers, and his other hand reached up to tentatively touch her arm. Jenna stepped forward, pressing her body against his, eagerly soaking in his warmth. She stood on her tip toes, doing everything a girl could do to give a boy a sign.

  And then he finally picked up on the cues and kissed her. The meeting of their lips was soft at first, but then it swiftly turned hungry. Fernando's arms slipped around her back and pulled her close to his chest.

  Jenna walked backwards towards the bed, never taking her mouth off of Fernando's. Collapsing onto the mattress, she worked eagerly at his belt. He helped her, and soon not only were his pants on the floor, but his shirt was as well. Jenna broke off to pull off her t-shirt and- in doing so- caught a full on glimpse of Fernando's naked body. The man had so many muscles that he looked like a track star and his dick... Well, just the sight of it made her quake.

  Swiftly, she pulled her shorts off and joined him in being fully nude. She wanted to touch him all over; she wanted to take his dick in her mouth and taste the fullness of it, but all of that would have to wait. Right now, there was no more time for foreplay. Foreplay had been the last several hours, and now they were both more than ready.

  Their tongues intertwining, Fernando opened Jenna's legs and
pressed his warm dick right into her. She shrieked in pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. Three orgasms and she was- somehow- still ready to go.

  The man from the upstairs apartment- the one who tortuously took his time- was gone, replaced with one who was fast and eager in his fucking.

  He still knew the right spots to hit, though, and Jenna found herself quickly riding another wave of pleasure. “Fernando,” She gasped, clutching onto his back. He groaned into her neck and wove his hands in her hair, thrusting again and again, faster and faster.

  Her orgasm exploded through her body, and she clutched at the mattress as stars swam in front of her eyes. Fernando thrust one more time and then collapsed on the bed next to her.

  Jenna covered her eyes with her hands, attempting to get all of her senses back. She felt overloaded, like a hard drive about to go up in smoke.

  A kiss on the lips pulled her back to reality.

  “You have no idea how hard it was for me not to do that upstairs,” Fernando said, leaning on his elbow and gazing down at her.

  “But why didn't you?” Jenna laughed. “I definitely wouldn't have stopped you.”

  “That wasn't part of the deal.”

  Jenna's heart sank. Was he still thinking about that stupid deal they'd made about the mail?

  “Also,” He continued, before she could say anything, “I wanted to do it more than I ever have before, and that... It worried me.”

  “Why?”

  Fernando sighed and gazed at a spot on the wall above her head. “I already told you that you're not like the other women I come into contact with.”

  “Uh-huh.” Jenna didn't know what else to say. She only wanted him to continue; to let her know what he was getting at.

  He bit his lip. Whatever it was he was trying to say it was obviously hard. “I'm falling for you.”

  To Jenna's ears, the words were like a hymn sung by a chorus of angels. The way Fernando said them, though, made the whole thing sound ominous.

  “Why do you say that like it's bad?”