A week... Since that night I spent at his house and sucked his cock while his gaze was fixed on me, and that way of imposing himself without even raising his voice.

And I... well, I had been a bit dazed since then. I thought about it more than I wanted to admit. Jonathan had left his mark on me.

I'm more of a quiet, unassuming person, a bit timid... But he...

Jonathan is everything opposite. Tall, strong, heavily tattooed, with those eyes that seem to pierce through you. He has an energy that commands, that makes you doubt whether you're safe or if he's going to turn you around like a sock at any moment. And on top of that, he has that way of talking to you... as if he knows you'll do what he says, sooner or later.

That day, I was going up to my apartment like any other. I was coming back from the supermarket, with my headphones on, not thinking about much. I got into the elevator, and just as the door was about to close, a strong hand stopped it.

I looked up... and there he was.

Jonathan.

Black hoodie, cap backwards, that serious face he always wears. He looked at me with that half-smile of his, like someone who already knows something you don't.

Jonathan: Were you planning on closing the door and not letting me in? —he said, leaning on the frame.

Me: No, no!... I mean, I hadn't seen you —I replied, trying to sound normal, but I could already feel my heart racing.

We got in together. He pressed the button for his floor. We went up together. I was with my back to the mirror, he was beside me. His presence filled the space, literally. Everything about him was big, strong, confident. And I... was me. Small next to him, inside and out.

In the middle of the silence, without saying anything, Jonathan forced the elevator door a bit, making it jam, I'm sure, he used to do it when I was little with my friends, but he also messed up the trick... at that moment, he put a hand on my shoulder. Firmly.

Jonathan: Are you nervous... or are you excited to see me again?

He whispered it in my ear. Like that. With that deep voice that gives you goosebumps even if you don't want it to.

I didn't know what to say. I just nodded very slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Jonathan: I figured as much.

Then he started unzipping his pants. I was already starting to imagine where all this was going. But even so, it caught me off guard.

He pulled out his thick cock.

He looked at me, turned his head a bit, and with a very serious tone, said:

- This time, no games. I don't want you to take your time.

He didn't ask. He didn't ask for permission. He just pushed me down forcefully until I was on my knees, right there, in the middle of the elevator. And he made me suck him.

Jonathan: Come on, get to it. You know how, like a bitch —he ordered, with that dry, direct voice of his.

And I......