Delia turned the warm water off in the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her. Jon had offered no release last night other than just more teasing. She needed him and he wasn't giving any satisfaction sexually. She knew it was a part of his cruel mind games he'd been playing lately. She knew he was teasing her but this morning feeling him pressed up against her was almost unbearable.

Jon rolled over in the empty bed, frowning as he realized Delia wasn't there. The bed seemed like a cold place without her now in the mornings. The scent of food hit his nose and brought him down the dimly lit hallway. He walked into a fully cooked breakfast laid out for him and Delia was still standing over the stove. He snuck up on her, causing her to gasp as soon as he had wrapped his arms around here.

"Good morning, beautiful." He mumbled against her neck, his slight scruff tickling her skin.

She smiled, "Good morning."

"What's gotten into you, Betty Crocker?"

"Just figured you would like something to eat before going to work." She shrugged, "I had a lot on my mind and really couldn't sleep."

He picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite before asking, "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"My parents," She shook her head, "They always make me feel bad for doing something I want to do with my life."

Jon pursed his lips and took the spatula out of her hand before turning her around to face him. He cupped her small bare face in his hands before pressing a soft kiss to her lips, "I'm not going to keep you from them. I'm not going to force you to see them. You make that call, Delia. If you want me to drop you off over there until I get your car fixed, then I will."

"I don't want to see them." She shook her head, "I was just mean to them…"

"You were treating them like they were treating you, babe. They weren't nice to you either. They were treating you like a four-year old. You're a woman now, Delia. They have to show you some respect."

She sighed, "You're right."

"I think that's the hottest thing you've said this entire time we've been together."

She laughed and lightly punched him in the ribs before turning around and finishing cooking for him. She knew what he said was right – they were very mean to her and they needed to have some respect for her and her decisions.

Today, Delia was going out looking for a job. She already had some places picked out that she hoped was hiring. She knew her job at the min-grocery store her father owned was gone. That was a given. All of her things had probably been shoved to the road by now – her parents never dealt with anyone's bullshit. She knew what was going through their minds, though. The same thing happened with her sister before she got killed. She was run over after walking out on them one night. They had pushed her to walking out. They always pushed her sister too hard.

"What's gotten you so deep in thought?" Jon's voice drew her out of her thoughts, "Come on babe. Talk to me."

"I don't really know what to say." She shrugged, "I'm just not feeling like myself today."

"What can I do to help?" He questioned, looking up from his plate.

"Just be supportive of whatever choice I make." She said as she picked up a piece of his sausage and took a bite, "So I realized I'm a terrible cook."

"What are you talking about? This is good." Jon lied, he wasn't too keen on the eggs but she was feeling bad enough.

She laughed, "You don't have to lie to me Jon."

"Have you ever heard of something called pepper?" He smirked, "I'm not lying. It isn't bad."

She watched as he ate over the brim of her coffee cup. She never ate in the mornings, a couple of cups of coffee and she was fine. She watched as Jon sat the plate down in the sink and was instantly on her, his body molding to the back of hers. Lips trailed up the nape of her neck and down each side and she tried to keep the soft moan from coming from her lips but to no avail to her.

"Seems kitten is still a little…frustrated." He smirked, dipping his fingers into the front of her panties but going no further than the section where her lips began to form, "Aren't you?" He whispered as he patted the area harsh enough to leave a sting from the harsh treatment.

"Yes." She whimpered.

"Is that why you fixed breakfast?" He asked while slowly moving two fingers to rest just outside of her lips.

She quickly shook her head, "No. I just wanted you to eat before going to work. I do care about your asshole self, ya know?"

"Oh, asshole huh?" He chuckled, "I don't think I'd be cursing the man who has what you want."

"And I'm guessing you have what I want?" She smirked and tried to keep calm but his fingers slowly making small circles on the outside of her lips was driving her insane.

"I have everything you want and you know it." He mumbled as he nibbled on and around her earlobe, "Don't I, Kitten?" As those words slipped his mouth, his fingers delved in her lips and he found her clit and began slowly and softly rubbing small circles over the hard nub, "Answer me, Delia."

"Fuck yes." She whimpered, tossing her head back on his chest and grabbed at his forearm.

"Good girl," He mumbled before reaching and turning the burner off. He pulled her back to the bedroom, kicking the door closed after they were both in. He picked her up and threw the both of their bodies on the bed, clawing at each other's clothes to get them off. He was going to try something new – something he hadn't yet introduced her to. Nothing full force or too extreme.

Once her body was rid of all her clothes, he nibbled down her chest – paying each breast attention before moving further down. He didn't have to do much; she was rolling her hips up against his body in desperate attempts for him. Her body was flushed a soft pink, she was grabbing at his arms and fingers. He kept eye contact with her the entire time he moved further down her body. He kissed, licked, nibbled, sucked, and bit every inch he could get his mouth on. He pulled his hand away from hers and softly ran his finger over the slightly swollen lips before pressing it to her entrance, smiling at how wet she was.

"Taste yourself, kitten." He said, bringing his long lanky finger up to her slightly parted lips. She sucked him in almost immediately, tasting herself on his finger. The sight and the sensation of her sucking on his finger made his cock harden; Delia had a beautiful mouth and surprisingly knew how to use it fairly well for lack of experience.

He pulled his hand from her, smiling as he watched her grab her own tits. He dipped his ring finger in her cunt before removing himself completely from her and trailing the finger further down past her cunt to the tight little hole. As soon as she felt his wandering finger, she tensed up. "Relax, it's just a finger."

"Why!?" She freaked out and pulled away from him.

He smiled to himself. Sometimes he forgot how innocent she really was. "Never mind babe. I won't do it again unless you ask me too."

She nodded and moved back to where she was resting with him between her legs. His fingers went back to work, digging in her cunt – curling his fingers up to stimulate her g-spot. His tongue worked with her clit, licking and swirling around the hard nub before he sensed she was close and created a tight suction around the bundle of nerves. His eyes darted over to the alarm clock and groaned as he seen the time. He had to be at work in less than thirty minutes.

He crawled back up her body, pinning her knees down to the bed. He thrust into her quickly, his hand coming up to her throat but not really applying any pressure. He felt amazing in her, filling and stretching her as he always did. His hips snapped up into hers, making the both of them groan.

His fingers pressed hard into her clit, rubbing them in the same pace he thrust into her. "Jon!" She cried.

"Don't fucking hold back." He growled, his jaw tensing as he felt the waves of his own orgasm washing over. "Fuck, let go. Let go now."

She did as she was told, her release pulling his from him. She pulsed around him quickly, squeezing his throbbing member even tighter. "Fuck…" He groaned as he rested his head against her stomach trying to gain control over his body again.

"You're going to be late for work." She whispered after fighting to come down from her own high.

Jon looked up at her and smiled his devious smile before pulling from her. "I'm not done with you today, just yet. You coming to the shop?"

She shook her head, "No. I need to go job searching and I was wondering if you'd let me borrow the car."

"Yeah," He nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head again, "That's fine. Just got to get ready and drop me off."

Delia had no luck in finding a job. She had searched everywhere for one. The only thing hiring was for experienced men. She realized now that if she ever wanted to be someone in the world, she'd have to go to college. She put that on her to do list with Jon.

As she walked into the shop, she saw a familiar face. She hadn't seen him in forever. He was leant against the counter talking to Jon. They looked deep in conversation so she just slipped up behind the familiar guy and tapped him softly on his shoulder causing the conversation to break and the man to turn around.

"Delia!" David smiled as he hugged her tightly, "It's so good to see you! Why are you here?"

"I'm with Jon," Delia smiled, "It's good to see you too! How have you been?"

"I've been good. You're with Jon, huh?" David's eyebrow arched.

"Yeah," Delia nodded.

"How uh…how do you two know each other? Ole David here was just applying for a job here." Jon eyed the two.

"Oh, David's my ex." Delia smiled at Jon.

Slowly more and more of Delia's past coming out! Her sister and now David?
Hmmm...Review! :)