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    I tipped my head back, and he kissed me. In the sweet spot. Behind my ear. God. He knew how and where and why. I closed my eyes and gave into a feeling I wasn't comfortable with. Surrender. It didn't last because I moved on. I forced the emotion away. I got on my knees, my thumbs inside his boxers, and pulled them down to his feet. I would give him what he wanted. The moment he sprung free, I took him in my mouth as far as I could bear it. No argument. No surrender. Not for me. He would be the one. He would capitulate. He touched my cheek and groaned. It was a delicious sound.  
    "Jess," he whispered. He popped from my mouth. I looked up at him, my lips slick with desire. My desire. Or power or regret. 
    "Put your hands behind your back," he said. 
    I defied him. I took him again, one hand on his ass, the other at his base. I stroked him and sucked him until all he did was groan and groan and groan. He shifted. I knew his cues. He faced the ceiling and made exquisite sounds of arousal, but he seemed to be hiding or withdrawing. Not his dick. His mind. It was subtle. Lost in pleasure but holding onto something. Was it because I didn't listen to him? The thing with my hands. He had been asking me lately to do things that made me uncomfortable. 
    Touch yourself for me, Jess. I want to watch you make yourself come. Unbutton the top three buttons of your blouse before you drive home from work.
    "Jess." He grit his teeth. Desolation was in his tone. He cradled my face. Both cheeks. He held me in place. 
    "Put your hands behind your back," he repeated the words. This time, it was definitely a command.
    He looked down at me like I was his kingdom or his city. He was the king. I didn't like what I saw. His eyes were blazing with dominion. Me. I was his prize. His possession. His land. He wanted control of my mouth. I knew how it would go. I had seen it in porn. No man would take control of me like that. Not even Jonathan. If he loved me, he wouldn't even ask this of me. Why wasn't it enough that I was on my knees before him sucking him off? Nothing was enough for him. He was insatiable. I was growing tired of his little suggestions. 
    "We don't have time." I resumed licking him. Up and down. I swirled my tongue around his tip. I spoke against his sensitive skin. "We have to leave, and I don't want to do it like that." 
    I swallowed my last word with his dick as I took him again. Faster. It was getting difficult to breathe. His hands were at his sides. For now. Loose. Ready to take the gun from the holster and draw. I pumped him, willing him with the strength of my tongue and my lips and my hands to give up and let go. He met my insistent motion with his own thrusts. Maniacal thrusts, over and over, right up until he released. He had, in fact, grabbed onto my hair and my face, those last few seconds, before he spilled down my throat. He had held me in place. Tight. Constricted. His subject. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe...
    When it was over, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood. I was already thinking of the perfect tie to match his suit, to replace the unacceptable one. 
     
    nine
     
     
    JONATHAN
     
    I tossed and turned and wrestled with myself underneath the ordinary cotton sheets. What time was it? I refused to look at the clock. We had an entire week booked. 
    Here. 
    In the small, off-the-beaten-path town. An entire week of shitty-shitty sleeping. What had I been thinking? A week of trying to do without work. Jessica forbade me to open the laptop. No one denied me anything. No one questioned me. So I worked anyway. Secretly. I could talk overseas when I couldn't sleep, and well, I couldn't sleep. 
    I heard my father's voice the loudest in the dark of night. Louder than the ocean and the waves. Louder than the rise and fall of Jessica's breath and the terror of her dreams. My father would surely give me hell if he knew we were having trouble conceiving. I had trouble.