Jonathan Roy Part 2

“Wouldn’t be appropriate.” The slight contraction at the side of her lips is followed by a low sigh of frustration, retreating with her words.
“I think I should go now...” I go back to the desk, pulling a bottle of pills from the drawer. I take one out, extending it to her, who looks at the medicine in my hand.
“What is this?”
“Muscle relaxant, Miss Fox. I’m not offering you a psychedelic candy.” Her eyes narrow, and I can see the dirty words her mouth is preparing to release.
As soon as she opens her mouth to speak, I move my fingers to her lips, pushing the pill in. My other hand, in my pocket, pulls out the tie, swinging it in the air. Gim immediately closes her mouth, her angry expression becoming more expressive as she swallows the pill, glaring at me.
“Good girl.” I walk to the coat rack. I put the tie in my pocket, watching her move away with slow, uncomfortable steps.
The mark from the belt has left faint ridges on her wrist, which she rubs between her fingers, staring lost at the door.
“The friction between the skins hurt you.” The low sound of her voice comes out dragged, as if it’s embarrassing to speak aloud.
I hold the blazer, looking at her, who uses her arms for comfort, rubbing the tips of her fingers on her skin.
“It ended up being painful for both of us. My body didn’t relax, which only made the experience worse.” Her laugh no longer carries a relaxed note; it’s melancholic. “Tom got mad, and after that, he never wanted to try anal sex again because he thought it was inappropriate. But the truth is, I think it was just an excuse, and he preferred not to do it with me.”
Apparently, obtuse Tom doesn’t know that some body parts don’t have natural lubrication. People most likely to enjoy anal sex are probably those more willing. Little Ginger had all the curiosity about her body and the eagerness of a rocket when unleashed, unlike the boring aspiring anchor who neglected her, preferring to hook up with his old gym buddy three times a week after workouts. But, for sure, what he doesn’t know is that desire is almost an analgesic. It opens a person up, disperses their mind. Ginger is a pleasure factory, a dopamine well running through her veins, not wanting to be neglected anymore, even though he wants to erase that part of her.
“It’s pathetic, I know. That’s why I never had the courage to tell anyone, just Baby. And saying it out loud just makes me more certain that he was a jerk who preferred to hook up with any big-breasted woman than with the fool I was.”
My body moves quickly, even before analyzing what my decision will be. I throw the blazer over her shoulders, letting it cover her back. She turns her frightened eyes to me as I wrap one arm around her back and the other around her legs, lifting her off the ground.
“God... What are you doing?” Gim focuses her black pearls on my face, but I just move to the door, opening it and leaving the office.
“Your fiancé is pathetic, Miss Fox. And the woman he’s sleeping with is faker than Baby’s blonde hair.”
“How?”
I pay attention to my path, heading towards the curious Nautilus’s room, without answering her question. Gim rests her head on my chest, sighing, looking at her fingers. I hear her calm breathing and the slow movement of her chest with each breath she releases. Five minutes later, I’m closing the door to her room with my foot, after opening it, and taking her to the bathroom, placing her body on the floor. I turn on the shower, letting the hot water run, and point to her.
“Get in, Gim.”
I leave the bathroom, heading back to the bedroom door and locking it. I quickly take off my shoes, unbutton my shirt, and fold it over the dresser. The pants, along with the underwear, follow the same path. I discard the sock near the shoe, on the floor. I walk to the window and close the curtains. The small body, lazily removing her clothes in the bathroom, is startled as I enter the room.
“Mr. Roy, what do you think you’re doing?” She twists with the shirt stuck on her head, pulling it off in one go and looking at me with concern.
“What does a person do naked in a bathroom with the shower running, Ginger?” I raise my eyebrow at her. Her fingers tap my hand as I pull her leggings down, along with her panties, leaving her naked.
“We’re not taking a shower together.” Her limp body tries to pull away as I pull her by the waist, pressing her against my chest. I raise my hand to her back, unfastening her bra. I feel her warm breath on my skin. “God, are you deaf? Isn’t it enough that you dragged me through the halls and tied me up in your office?”
“I don’t recall hearing your complaints.” I slide the lace over her arms, taking a step back to admire her round breasts.
“Of course, you gagged me with the tie, Jonathan.” Her hand rises, pointing to the bathroom exit. “Take your shower in your room. Have you thought about what Lira or Aunt Charlote would say if they find out you’re here, in this room, showering with me?”
“I think she would be less horrified by the shower than knowing what really happened to your cake.” I take her by the hand, leading her under the shower.
Her complaints stop the moment the hot water hits her skin. I slide the soap over her shoulders, tracing every corner of her body. Her sighs are slow and low, and she prefers to hide her face behind her wet hair rather than admit she’s enjoying it as much as I am.

“Roy, what are you doing?” Gim whispers with a soft voice, leaving her hand splayed on my chest.
“I’m washing you, Miss Fox.” My finger slides over the dark brown areola, feeling her erect nipple.
“No, Jonathan...” Her black eyes widen, locking onto my face, looking lost. “What are you doing here? Why did you come to shower with me? We already played in the office.”
My hand moves to her other breast, washing it with the same methodical care as the first, massaging it slowly. Her full lips part, letting out a low moan. There’s my answer, the indiscretion of her body, always awakening even though she had just reached climax moments ago in the office. A small and delightful pleasure factory.
“Jonathan...”
I like how my name sounds coming from her lips. Those black and white eyes, so beautiful, that captured me from the moment I opened that email, now stare at me, pulling me into the abyss. She gasps between her breaths with every descent of my hand, rubbing it slowly between her legs and the folds of her thigh.
“Some games are addictive, little Nautilus. Maybe it’s time we level up.”
Ginger’s nails dig into my chest as she leans her back against the wall, allowing me to wash every part of her body. Her breathing quickens as I slide from between her pussy to her ass, in a slow back and forth motion.
“God... You’re turning me into a freak...” My eyes don’t leave her face for even a second, savoring every expression she makes.
I use my leg to push hers apart, slotting my arm between her legs, scraping my skin over her swollen pussy.
Rocket!
A warm and lively rocket that wants to be unleashed, that’s my Ginger.