Jonas is pleased.

-co-written with SammyColt-

Max stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, naked, exposed, her skin was flush, nipples hard and her legs slightly trembling, but most of all, as much as she hated it, she was aroused by the situation. She could hear Jonas outside her door, waiting for her.

With a sigh she closed her eyes, bent over and slipped up her panties, a tiny pair of tight golden shorts followed and a sequined single strap top. Then she applied lipstick and some dark eye shadow, using way more than usual. She looked like a cheap whore, but then that was the point.

She left the bathroom, and headed back for her own. Jonas waited, sitting on her bed, a smile on his face.

“I found these,” he said lifting his hands up, the bungee cord from their last meeting dangling from his hand. “They were just lying beside the bed, Did you keep them around for the good memories?”

Max rolled her eyes, Jonas stood and got close to her. “Your outfit will do,” he reached behind her, wrapping the cord around her neck, “but before we go…”

Max grimaced as the elastic cord tightened, not enough to impact her breathing but enough to be uncomfortable. He pulled on the makeshift leash and dragged her back to the bed. He sat down, pulling her head down with him until she had little choice but to kneel in front of him.

Her dark doe eyes wide she looked up at him, the bulge in his pants brushing up against her chin. Jonas pulled on the cord bringing her even closer to him.

“Do it,” he demanded.

Max looked down, slowly pulled down his zipper and freed his thick cock. Her lips parted slightly as she took in the sight of him before bending down and teasing the head of his cock with her tongue.

She couldn't help but moan as she let him slip into her mouth, her tongue cradling his shaft, her lips dragging along his veiny cock. She pushed down, sucking on him as her head began to move up and down bobbing over his dick.

“That's a good little whore,” Jonas moaned and laid back onto her bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling as Max expertly worked his cock in her mouth.

Jonas held tightly onto the cord, keeping her head close to him, he felt Max gag against his cock but he refused to let up, holding her tightly against him. She continued to suck, sliding her lips up and down his aching cock like a pro. He leaned up to watch her work, amazed by her ability to hold her breath.

He watched in amazement as her ass arched and she moaned around him sending vibrations along his shaft. “God,” He groaned. Max looked up, her eyes dark with lust, drool spilling from the side of her mouth, she felt him throb, and then his warmth spilled into her mouth. She didn’t need to be told; she simply swallowed, drinking down his cum.

Jonas let go and Max pulled away and coughed, before wiping her face with the back of her hand. The bungee cords dangled loosely around her neck as she pulled away, disgust filled the pit of her stomach, along with arousal.

Regaining some composure Max finally looked up, Jonas meeting her gaze with a knowing look.

"Time to go to work,"