His Confession (By His Command #8) (7 page)

Kellen stretched his jaw.
“I’ll find you, Isabella Grace. I’ll make sure you’re okay...”

I didn’t bother responding.

My goal for coming to the
room was to make sure Kellen was alive and if alive, I’d get him out of the bed
without dying. Mission accomplished. Time to leave.

And I did.

This time I walked through
the hall to the elevator a little slower. At the elevator I looked at the
trashcan and wondered if Katherine had sent more text messages. If the elevator
had been another minute I probably would have started to dig in the trash for
the phone.

I wasn’t sure what would
happen next. I wasn’t sure what to say to Jonathan or how to convince him to
leave. I knew he had meetings and other projects in place, but he could do it
from anywhere in the world. He was the billionaire... he was the one who owned
and controlled everything...

At Jonathan’s hotel room, I
knocked, realizing I had no way back into the room. No card, no entrance. I
waited and after only five seconds, my heart began to race again. I thought
about Jonathan on the couch, sleeping. I didn’t know what kind of sleep it was.
A resting sleep. A deep sleep. Or maybe his body was shutting down. What if
Katherine had used Kellen as a diversion?

I knocked again, this time
slapping the door. Then I pounded on the door. I didn’t care. I must have
looked like a crazy woman in the hall but if anyone dared to challenge me, I’d
tell them to go find Katherine. She was the craziest woman in the world.

When the door finally opened
and I saw Jonathan standing, looking completely normal, in a change of clothes
- fresh black pants and a dark blue shirt tucked into those pants - I let out a
small cry.

“Isabella Grace,” he
whispered. “Are you okay?”

“I had to save Kellen,” I
said, still standing in the hall.

“You what?”

“Katherine tried to kill
Kellen. I had to go and save him. I did it for you. Not me. Not him. You. I knew
if she killed him it would kill you.”

Jonathan kept his hands at
his sides, processing the information. His face was chiseled and sexy, his eyes
back to the same intensity that controlled me.

“She doesn’t stop,” Jonathan
whispered.

“She will now,” I said. “I
stood up to her. She didn’t think I’d help Kellen. She didn’t think I’d be
brave enough...”

Jonathan put a hand up and
then touched my face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.
“I woke and without you here, my life felt empty and worthless. You can never
leave my side again.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

With that, I fell forward
and forced Jonathan Black to catch me.

He was back to normal and I
needed him.

I needed all his strength.
All his desire. And all his love.

-9-

Jonathan’s arms were around
me. He pulled me back into the room and shut the door. I looked up at him and
he kissed me. He didn’t speak a word or waste a second. His lips touched mine
and lingered for a few seconds, giving the implications of romance. I needed it
right then. Then Jonathan opened his mouth and I followed him, our tongues
colliding. He kissed me hard and deep, his hands searching along my body. I
could feel every one of his fingers, touching and squeezing. He took comfort at
my lower back. He pushed, forcing me tight to his body. I felt him, how hard he
had become already.

“We’re going to show
Katherine,” Jonathan whispered as he broke the kiss. He kissed the tip of my
nose and then my forehead. “We’re going to show her right now.”

“Show her?” I asked.

Jonathan took his hands away
and stepped back. He sat on the couch and outspread his arms, back in control
of everything.

“Strip,” he said. “Now.”

My hands moved faster than
my mind did. I tried to process what could be happening as my hands pulled at
my shirt. A few seconds later I stood in my bra and panties before Jonathan
Black. They matched because that’s what he liked. He always made sure they
matched. Black and red weren’t allowed to mix. That’s why my panties were a
light red and so was my bra. They were of the same lacy material too.

My hands touched my legs and
when I felt the panties, I bit my lip. Even after all the time I had spent with
Jonathan, it still gave me a crazy tingling feeling when I knew I’d be naked in
front of him. Especially when I was the one stripping myself for him. He sat on
the couch, fully dressed. And he’d be fully dressed while I was completely
naked.

I slipped my hands into my
panties at my hips. I pushed and bent down as needed, keeping my eyes locked to
Jonathan’s. My panties pulled and clung between my legs thanks to my desire
already spreading a warm wetness everywhere. When my panties were at my knees,
I stood back up. I felt dirty and exposed. My slit visible to Jonathan as per
his orders to keep myself shaved and smooth for him. I stepped from the panties
and reached back for my bra.

“Come here,” he said, the
first words spoken since his order to strip.

I stepped to him with my
fingers at the clasp of my bra.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

I did, feeling my tender
skin peeling against apart. My fingers twisted at the clasp of my bra as
Jonathan touched the inside of my right leg. I moaned and felt my breasts push
forward. I let the bra fall to the floor as Jonathan’s fingers touched between
my legs. I felt his fingers again, one by one, touching my hole, gently
caressing me. My toes curled and I touched my thighs, hoping I could keep
balance.

“Are you ready to show her?”
Jonathan asked.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

I just wanted him inside me.
Filling me. Pleasuring me. Being everything to me.

Jonathan turned his pointer
finger and penetrated me with it. He pushed as a smile grazed his face. My
pussy throbbed against his finger. I knew my face was burning with desire and
pleasure already.

He fingered me just once.
His hands were then at my legs and he stood from the couch.

“Go to the window,” he said.

“The window?” I asked.

That’s when my heart was
ready to explode.

Are you ready to show her?

The question started to make
sense. I thought perhaps Jonathan meant that metaphorically, as if he and I
together would show Katherine the connection between us was stronger than her
wicked ways.

No.

Jonathan meant it literally.

Literally show Katherine.

“Stand at the window,”
Jonathan said. “Show her what you have... and then I’ll show her what she
doesn’t have...”

Jonathan smiled and pushed
at me.

I stepped towards the
window, staring at it. The large window. The curtains open. It wasn’t just the
fact of Katherine looking at us - if she was even in her room - but the idea of
anyone else watching. Any person in the building across from us would see.
There was no privacy.

I’d be exposed.

With Jonathan Black.

My hands touched my breasts
and I held them as I stood at the window. I was stuck somewhere between fear
and anticipation.

“Put your hands on the
glass,” Jonathan commanded.

I closed my eyes and took my
hands off my chest. My breasts hung free, my nipples tingling and tender,
waiting for more attention. My hands touched the glass and I opened my eyes.

“Open your legs,” Jonathan
said.

I did.

“Lean forward, give me what
I want...”

I leaned the best I could,
making sure Jonathan had full access to my body. But I was naked, he’d have
whatever access he wanted no matter what.

I looked out the window and
waited for Jonathan. I worried he was going to play some kind of game and keep
me waiting for minutes but he didn’t. He was there a few seconds later, his
hands touching my back. He then touched my waist and pulled. I felt the
thickness inside his pants and let out a groan.

“That’s right,” he said.
“We’re going to show her... and everyone...”

“Yes, Mr. Black,” I said.

Jonathan thrust at me,
grinding hard. The move was mostly teasing but it felt so good. So damn good.

Then I heard the sound of
his zipper, that soft sound that screamed what was to come.

A few seconds later, I felt
the tip of Jonathan’s cock touch between my legs. I jumped and shivered,
moaning again for him.

Jonathan rubbed against me,
spreading me, positioning himself directly against my hole. All he needed to do
was thrust... just a good, hard thrust...

His hands were back to my
side and he squeezed.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me
what it feels like.”

“Amazing,” I said. “The
greatest feeling in the world.”

“Of course it is,” Jonathan
said. “Your body is perfect. Meant for me. Only me.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Jonathan then thrust,
entering me. The pleasure soared and burst like a fireball, reaching every
possible inch of my body. My fingers tried to claw at the glass window but there
was nothing to grab onto. Jonathan took himself out of my body and thrust
again.

Harder this time.

I went forward and
straightened my arms, trying to keep my head from hitting the glass. Jonathan
repeated the move over and over and I soon worried that we were going to break
the glass. We were going to break the glass and fall to our deaths. Right
there. Right out of the hotel window.

Jonathan thrust again and
then held.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes... it’s
so good...”

His hands held me at the
curve of my body where my legs began. His thumbs touched my ass and his long
fingers were able to rub very close to my clit. He pulled at me and started to
guide my body, forcing me to fuck him. There wasn’t much to force at all as I
started to thrust back at him. I moved on him, sliding my throbbing body along
his perfect thickness. I felt the definition, sliding from the deepest depths
of my body to almost all the way out. Jonathan let me fuck him for a few
minutes before he took control again. His hands slid up my back until he
gripped my shoulders. There he held tight and thrust harder than ever, digging,
stretching, pleasuring me.

I kept my eyes open, looking
out the window, wondering if anyone could see us. As an orgasm began to flow
through my body, I didn’t care who was there. The pressure Jonathan had inside
my body was like nothing I’d ever felt before. As I came, I thrust back at him
again, needing more, wanting him to climax too. Jonathan let out a grunt. I
felt his cock literally throbbing, the muscles in his legs and body tightening,
and then a second later, he came too.

Jonathan didn’t move the
entire time he came, spreading his orgasm deep inside my body. It wasn’t until
we were both finished did he start to move again. Slow and very gentle thrusts
were offered as his hands moved around to my chest. He cupped my breasts and
pulled at me, wanting me to stand. I did, moving slow, until I was standing. He
held my breasts, his cock still inside me. Our bodies were connected in so many
ways.

“Get a shower,” Jonathan
said. “And then we’ll eat.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Isabella Grace,” Jonathan
whispered. His hands were so gentle against my chest. His lips grazed my neck,
kissing me again and again. “I meant everything I said before.”

My lips quivered. “You...
love me?”

“Of course I love you,”
Jonathan said.

I closed my eyes and wanted
to smile.

Everything I needed to know
and believe was right there, behind me. Touching me. Holding me.
Loving me.

But so much lingered...

After a shower, I dressed
and felt a little more relaxed. A knock came at the door. Our food was finally
there. I opened the door and saw a cart with food on it. Just a cart, no
person. Jonathan stepped up behind me and I looked at him, confused.

“Nobody here?” I asked.

“Let me check,” he said.
“Maybe they forgot something.”

Jonathan left the room and I
stared at the food.

Something didn’t seem right.

A few seconds later, I saw
someone in a white coat make the turn to walk down the hallway. They were
pushing a cart, much like the one we had, their head down, walking slowly. Fear
spread through me the closer the person came. When they made it directly in
front of me, I half expected the person to stop, but they didn’t. They
continued their walk. I exhaled a breath and looked down the hall. The way they
kept their head turned, the hair, everything seemed wrong… but right…

That’s when I looked at the
ass of the person. Not to sound creepy, but the way their ass moved was
seductive. Then I noticed the smoking gun... the shoes. Tall black heels.