His Love (By His Command #10) (3 page)

I couldn’t sit for long. My nerves
were shaking and my eyes wanted to close. It was a strange feeling, so I stood
up to walk it off. Jonathan had gotten us this far already. I tried to think
about the other hotel. What the room must have looked like by then. Two bodies.
One stabbed. One shot. Everything revolving around billionaire Jonathan Black.
I could almost hear it already as a news report.

The room had windows separated
perfectly to give the illusion that the top floor was just another set of
rooms. I stood at one of the windows and stared out to the quieter city below.
It had an eerie feel to it. Kind of like the calm before a big storm. I didn’t
want to think of everything that had taken me to that point, but I couldn’t help
it. I really was just so innocent then, wasn’t I? Begging for the dominating
touch of Jonathan Black. Receiving that and so much more.

I took a deep breath, feeling my
heart calming. I was going to need to remain calm, no matter what. We were
still very close to the scene of the murders. They would certainly try to track
us down. Being in the massive hotel room was temporary. I knew that the second
I saw the hotel. Everything would be temporary for now, except the love and
lust between Jonathan Black and myself.

In the distance I heard the sound
of a helicopter. The propellers battling against the sky. I looked left to
right and when I saw it pop up from another building, I let out a small cry and
jumped back. I pulled the curtains shut and swallowed. My heart raced once
again and my knees buckled.

Was it a helicopter looking for us?

Were we caught?

I hadn’t thought about it... how
much power authorities could have and use against us.

I took a step back, then another,
and felt something touch me.

I screamed and jumped.

“Isabella Grace,” Jonathan’s voice
said.

I turned and fell into his chest.

The sound of the helicopter grew
louder and I hugged Jonathan tighter. I wanted him to save me from everything
that had happened. I didn’t know why but it started to become the scariest
moment of my life. To have the feeling of killing Katherine settling in and now
having to run and run...

“It’s okay,” Jonathan said.
“Listen.”

The helicopter kept going. The
sound faded away. In a matter of seconds it was gone.

“You can’t fear it,” Jonathan said.
“It’ll... it’ll get you, Isabella. Don’t let it ruin you.”

“I need you,” I whispered.
“Jonathan, I need you.”

“I’m here.”

“I...”

“Come with me,” he whispered.

He led me to the master bedroom and
the second I saw the bed, my body ached for him. I walked to the bed and
stopped. A second later, I felt Jonathan’s hands touch my shoulders. He
massaged for a second and then offered his body against mine. I noticed first
how hard he was, again.

“I love you, Isabella Grace,” he
whispered.

“Mr. Black... I’m in love with
you.”

“Show me.”

-5-

I bent my body, allowing my
fingertips to graze the soft comforter on the bed. I pushed back, feeling the
thickness of Jonathan’s body. That alone helped to chase away the worry and
fear of my new life. That’s what it was to me. A new life. A new life on the
run with Jonathan Black. A new life where nothing mattered but him, my trust in
him, and our escape from those looking for us.

I took my right hand off the bed
and touched Jonathan’s leg. He groaned and sighed. I squeezed at him for a
second and then moved my hand up and went between his legs. Time was ticking,
no matter how much money or power someone had.

I knew that first hand.

I felt the hardness of Jonathan and
rubbed him, following the length of his sex over his pants. He was really hard
and ready for me. My fingers pulled at the zipper of his pants. I listened to
the sound of the zipper and felt it going down. My hand slipped into his pants
and I pulled at his boxer briefs. I needed to touch him. I needed to feel his
hard skin in my hand. When I did a second later, I gripped him tight. My hand
was frozen for a few seconds, just enjoying the moment of holding Jonathan. With
everything that had happened between us, for some reason right then, in that
moment, I realized just how many times we came close to never seeing each other
again. To never having a moment like that again.

“Oh, Isabella Grace,” Jonathan
whispered.

My hand squeezed once then opened,
gliding down his shaft to the engorged tip of his cock. I squeezed there again
and then started to pull him out of his pants. I moved tip to base, over and
over, feeling his warm hard skin sliding against the palm of my tiny hand. I
looked back at Jonathan, amazed by the command he still had over me, even when
I was the one pleasuring him.

Jonathan’s hands touched my waist.
He pulled, letting his shaft touch my clothed back. A second later, his hands
were under my shirt. His fingers moved up. I had no choice. I had to let him go
to allow him to take my shirt off. His fingers touched my shoulders and came
down, touching my bra, but he kept going, teasing me. I reached back and
gripped him again, loving his erection.

I moved fast, not sure how long Jonathan
allow me to do so. I couldn’t imagine him coming all over my clothing, but then
again, how hot would that be? It’d be sexy and even dirty, a moment of pure
lust. I bent my knees as Jonathan touched my sides again. I placed his cock on
my back, feeling the intense warmth of his body on mine. When his fingers crept
around and touched my pants, I moaned.

“Yes,” Jonathan said. “I’m going to
strip you of your pants and panties. Tell me you want that.”

“I want that,” I said. “I want it
so bad.”

“What do you want so bad?”

One of Jonathan’s hands left my
pants and he touched my hair. I sighed and hesitated, trying to find more air
to breathe and talk.

“I asked you a question,” Jonathan
said.

His voice was angry. I liked it.

His hand then twisted in my hair.
He pulled.
Hard.

I cried out in pain. It felt like my
hair was going to be torn from my head. My neck stretched back and my hand
squeezed tight on Jonathan’s shaft. He groaned and thrust, sliding himself and
my hand against my back.

Again, he was the one in complete
control.

He loosened his grip on my hair.

“What do you want so fucking bad?”
he asked, his voice focused on nothing but his dominant control over me.

“You,” I whispered. “You.”

“Not good enough,” Jonathan said.

He twisted his hand again, pulling
my hair. I cried out, begging for relief. And relief would have been his thick,
hard sex deep in my body.

“Tell me,” Jonathan said.

He eased up on the hair pulling,
but it wasn’t completely gone.

“I want you...,” I said. “I want
you to take off my pants and panties...”

“So calm?” Jonathan asked. “I’m not
convinced.”

My hand moved faster on his shaft.
My palm tingled, memorizing every defining feature of Jonathan.

I looked back at him, feeling the
pull of my hair. I ignored it.

“I want you,” I said, growling, my
eyes on fire, “to take my pants off, tear my fucking panties off my body, and
then fuck me.”

“Good girl,” Jonathan said. He
twisted his hand again, this time harder than ever. Tears came to my eyes and
my hand stopped moving. The pain was like the world coming to an end. “But you
forgot something... Isabella Grace... I’m in control, not you.”

“Yes... sir... Mr. Black...”

It was all I could mutter.

Jonathan’s hand was then away from
my hair and suddenly his fingers were in my pants. His fingertips touched the
top of my panty line and slid into my panties. Just as his fingers grazed my
moist slit, his hands moved to the sides and pushed, doing what he wanted to
do.

Strip
me from my pants and panties.

He pushed and bent, leaning against
my body.

“Get out of these, now,” he said.

I hurried from my clothing, my hand
never letting go of Jonathan’s thickness. One of his hands touched between my
legs, cupping my pussy. The other hand touched my back, bending me over.

His middle finger curled, spreading
me open. The tip of his finger teased my hole for a few seconds and then was
inside me. He made gentle circles, orgasmic circles, and then moved up to my
clit. There he pressed hard, bringing me to my toes.

“Touch yourself,” Jonathan
commanded. “With me.”

I shuddered and whimpered.

I slid Jonathan’s cock down my
lower back and along my ass, underneath my slit. I felt his finger moving along
my wetness and he slowly took it away. His hand rested comfortably against my
bare mound, waiting for me to listen to him.

I touched the tip of his sex to my
wetness and kept stroking him. I felt my own fingers touching myself as I
enjoyed Jonathan. I moved faster, feeling pleasure everywhere.

“Good girl, Isabella Grace,”
Jonathan said. “Keep going.”

I did. I teased the tip of his cock
against me. I thrust back at him, feeling him starting to enter me.

Jonathan quickly pulled back.

“Not yet,” he growled. “I’ll fuck
you when I’m ready.”

“I’m sorry...”

I sighed and slid my hand to the
base of his erection. I squeezed there and let out a long cry.

“I’m ready,” Jonathan said and
thrust at me.

It could have been the first time
he entered me for all my body knew. The build up with the events of the morning
made it all that much better. So much better that when Jonathan started to pull
from me, I came.

I reached an explosive, instant
orgasm right there.

He didn’t leave my body but
lingered with the tip of his sex inside me and nothing else. My body ached and
throbbed, my hands gripping at the thick comforter on the bed. When I tried to
thrust back at Jonathan he prevented me. He had his hands on my waist, not
allowing me to do anything.

My orgasm engulfed my body and
senses, and I felt like I was floating. The sensations were everywhere
throughout my body as I came.

“Are you excited for me?” Jonathan
asked with a flirty tone in his voice.

“Yes,” I cried out. “I need you,
Mr. Black.”

“You do know what’ll happen if you
don’t listen to me, right?”

I froze. I didn’t quite understand
what he was talking about. The few seconds of hesitation were all he needed.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jonathan’s body was away from mine
a second later.

No,
no, no...

“Stand up and turn around,” he
commanded.

I turned, wearing only a bra.

Jonathan stripped off his suit, and
gently placed his clothes on a dresser in the bedroom. He opened the top drawer
and I heard the sound of metal before I saw the handcuffs. My body shivered and
my lips quivered.

“This is what they’ll do,” Jonathan
said. “They’ll take you away. They’ll keep you captive.”

“I’ll stay with you,” I said.
“Forever.”

Jonathan reached back into the
drawer for a second pair of cuffs. Then he turned to me, holding both sets.

“Only if you listen carefully.”

“Yes.”

Jonathan stepped to me and to my
surprise he handed me a set of handcuffs. I looked at the cuffs, my body still
on fire from his touch and sex, my slit still achy and wet. Jonathan touched
the other pair of cuffs to my shoulder and let the cool metal slide down my
arm. I shivered again and moaned. He was torturing me in ways I never thought I
could be tortured. Each time something happened between us, I didn’t think it
could be topped. But it always was.

Jonathan moved like he was going to
kiss me. His cheek touched mine, his lips near my ear.

Instead, he whispered, “Climb the bed
and handcuff yourself to it.”

I swallowed. “Yes, sir...”

“Good girl, Isabella Grace. I love
your innocence and beauty, and I will never let that fade away.”

Jonathan took a step back and I
started to climb the bed, as ordered. I was on my hands and knees. Once at the
top of the bed I turned around and looked at the cuffs in my hand. I opened one
side, feeling and hearing the clicking of the metal. I put it to my wrist and
closed it, tightening it.

“Hurry,” Jonathan said. “There’s
not much time left.”

I looked at Jonathan and that
sentence meant something much more. Something that perhaps I didn’t even want
to know. But it was something I would surely find out. After all, I was a
murderer, on the run, knowing that at any second I could be taken away or my
life could become something else.

I reached, putting the other cuff
around the bedpost. I snapped it shut and then sat on the bed. My left arm
outstretched, the metal of the cuff already digging into my wrist.

“Perfect,” Jonathan said.

He walked towards me, holding the
other cuffs. His cock bounced as he walked, still hard, still ready and wanting
my body. I was tempted to grab him and stroke him one last time but I didn’t
have a chance. Jonathan grabbed my wrist and within a few seconds, my right
wrist was cuffed to the bed.

“There,” Jonathan said.

Then he sat on the bed next to me.
His erection high in the air. My body desperate for him to finish what he
started a few minutes ago.

Jonathan turned towards me and
stroked my face.

“I just want to have this moment,”
he said. “To stare at each other. To remember each other like this. Just like
this, Isabella Grace. The feel of your hair.” He pulled at my hair, bringing it
in front of my shoulders so the very tip of my hair rested on my breasts.

I sighed at the touch of Jonathan’s
hand anywhere. He followed my hair and then he cupped my left breast. I groaned
and shivered against his powerful hand. His thumb grazed my nipple and he
continued down.