His Taste (By His Command #7) (billionaire domination / erotic romance) (7 page)

Kellen raised an eyebrow.  He reached for his glass again and took another drink.  I stood silent, giving him the chance to either fall into my trap or to back away and run like hell.

“
Well, aren’t you just setting yourself up for heartache?”

“
Why do you assume that I’m the one with a heart?”

Kellen smiled.  “He doesn’t deserve you, not for a second.  You know that, somewhere in your heart.  Did he tell you what he did to me?”

“
No.  He said you wouldn’t help.  That you... ruined his project.”

Kellen’s eyes lit up.  I’m sure my face burned red but I cracked Kellen’s shell.  It was that simple.  He blinked and his lips quivered, wanting to smile ear to ear, like a child winning a trophy.  I realized that Kellen was as obsessed with Jonathan Black as I was.  We wanted the same thing from Jonathan...
pleasure
.  We may have had different ways of achieving that pleasure, but it remained.  

I touched Kellen’s hand, the tips of my fingers against the back of his hand.

“
You hurt him,” I whispered.  “That’s why he hasn’t come down here.  He’s... scrambling.  Up there.”  I looked up.  “That’s why I wanted to do this.  To find you again.  He just paces the room.  Stares out the window.”

“
He stares out the window?” Kellen asked.  “Dangerous move, isn’t it?  For a man with so many enemies, I’d hide all the time.”

“
What did he do to you?” I asked.  “I need to know.”

“
Why?  Why does any of it matter to you?”

Kellen started to retreat.  He was obsessed with Jonathan but he wasn’t stupid.  

“
I want to know what he did... so he can’t do it to me.”  

Kellen swallowed and looked down at his seat.  

“
I can’t join you right now,” I said.  “I have another...
arrangement
...”

I thought of using the word ‘meeting’ but it didn’t have the same appeal as ‘arrangement’.  

And it worked on Kellen.

He looked at me like a lost child.  He looked ready to beg me to stay.  I could tell he was about to start shaking, not wanting to be alone.  

I had done it.

I had opened him.

And now I had to leave.  To leave him with his thoughts and worries, and to keep him on the edge.  I fixed my mistake from the night before.  But I had to contain myself.  Keep a straight face.  Keep working it.

“
Can I see you again?” Kellen asked.

“
If you’ll tell me everything,” I said.  “I can’t wait forever.  Not for you, not even for him.”

Kellen’s eyes looked ready to pop.  They were so blue and actually beautiful, but the innocence they contained proved to be his greatest weakness.  He wore his heart everywhere, he was too exposed.  

“
Tonight, I’ll be here,” Kellen said.  “I’ll explain...”

I leaned towards Kellen, surprising myself at my sudden action.  I really thought I was going to kiss him.  And I wasn’t exactly sure why I had that sudden burst of need to do so.  Maybe because he was so innocent.  Maybe because I felt bad for him, for whatever fate Jonathan Black already had decided for him.  Maybe because... I understood how he felt when it came to Jonathan Black.

Whatever it was, it passed before I didn’t anything crazy.  I still had an inch of space separating myself and Kellen.

“
See you then,” I whispered.

I had the power as I walked away.  True power.  Real power.  Raw power.  

And in those few minutes as I left and thought about it, I understood it.

I understood the power.

I understood the love of it.

And I understood why a man like Kellen couldn’t handle it and why a man like Jonathan Black could.

-9-

It felt like the same scene.  Opening the door I found Jonathan waiting for me.  Sitting on the couch.  Staring at the door.  His face cold, sober, giving me no indication of what he knew, how he felt, or what he wanted next.  

I closed the door and stood with my hands at my sides.

When he finally looked at me, his eyes were intense.  Hungry.  Driven.  Beautiful.

“
All that Kellen has ruined is fixed now,” he said.  “My next real estate project is officially underway, Isabella Grace.  And by you distracting him, that pencil neck punk, I was able to do it without him knowing.  When he finds out what I’ve done... it’s perfect.”

I nodded.

My heart felt relief at first.  If this was all a business thing, Jonathan taking Kellen down financially, that didn’t bother me.  What bothered me was that it still didn’t answer a thing about ‘K’.  Jonathan had shattered the cell phone, the only communication I had with ‘K’... and the thoughts pounded at me.  What if ‘K’ had been sending messages?  Warnings?  Threats?  Plans?

“
You know what you need to do now,” Jonathan said.  He acted calm and waited for me to react.

“
Of course,” I whispered and took a step.

“
Wait a second,” Jonathan called out.  “Not like that.  I can almost smell him right now.  You were close this time, and I understand it.  But it makes my blood boil.  It makes me want to explode, Isabella.  It makes me want to find him, right now, and end it.  For good.”

Jonathan Black turned me on with everything he said and did, and yes, that included murder.  His power over everything, even life, was addicting for me.  But I couldn’t handle it right then.  I wanted it all to be over.  And I knew what he really wanted out of me then.

I retreated that single step I took and had my hands at the bottom of the shirt.  I took it off and threw it to the floor.  My breasts pressed against my bra and as I bent over a little, they started to pour out.  My fingers unbuttoned my pants and my hands were gone, inside them, forcing them down my hips and then legs.  I stood back up, my pants just below my knees.  I knew how it made me look... dirty, desperate, vulnerable.  Just how Jonathan Black wanted me.  I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, feeling the weight of my chest push forward.  My nipples became swollen and achy, just knowing Jonathan stared at me and knowing what Jonathan could do to me if he wanted to.  

My bra fell to the floor, right at my feet.  My body warmed as my nipples throbbed.  I let out a sigh and a moan.

“
You look ready for me,” Jonathan said.

“
I always am,” I said.

My hands touched the front of my panties.  I pushed, taking the skimpy silky garment down, revealing the rest of my bare body for Jonathan’s eyes to enjoy.  I pushed my panties until they were just above my knees and I stopped.  I looked even more desperate now.  My tender fold visible, my left hand close to touching myself, but I didn’t.  I stood for a few seconds, breathing, bracing myself, and trying not to lose control to my needs.  

“
Clean yourself,” Jonathan said.  “So we can be done for now.”

“
Yes, sir,”I said.

I moved my legs, purposely not using my hands.  I kicked my pants off as my panties worked down my legs.  My breasts bounced when I moved and each time I lifted one leg and then the other, the wetness between my legs rubbed against itself, over and over, sending a wild sensation through my body.

“
You’re turned on,” Jonathan said.  “You’re practically dripping, Isabella Grace.”

“
Because of you,” I said.

Jonathan’s lip curled.  That hadn’t been the reaction I was looking for.  He turned his head, looking to the bathroom.

I understood.

I walked naked to the bathroom and started the shower.  In a matter of seconds, the hot water came and I stepped into the shower.  I let out a relaxing moan as the water hit me.  Yesterday, when I put my head back into the water, my thoughts were washed away.  Even if it only lasted a few minutes, it was worth it.

It didn’t work now.

I had my entire body under the rushing water, breathing in heat, steam, and even droplets of water.  Nothing worked.  Everything attacked me.  Jonathan Black.  ‘K’.  Kellen.  Then I thought of the man Jonathan met earlier... Mr. Denninbraugh.  Jonathan’s face when he said he handled his next business venture.  Everything happened fast with Jonathan, something I should have been used to by then.  But I wasn’t.  It occurred to me that every day would probably be the same.  

The bathroom door clicked shut and I jumped.

Jonathan was with me, again.  I watched his blurry figure move towards the foggy glass door and open it.  He stood with the same look on his face, even as a fine mist of water hit him and a cloud of steam pushed against his face.  

“
I need you to do something else right now,” he said.

“
Of course.”

“
I understand you have another engagement planned.”

I nodded.

“
You want him to explain everything.”

“
I broke him today,” I said.  “Finally.”

“
You did amazing today.”

“
But if you’re done with your deal...”

“
No, no. I’m never done.  I told you.  I want to destroy Kellen.  I want him to never consider fucking with me.  Ever.”

“
I agree,” I said.

“
So you’ll be attending your next date with him.  Let him talk.  Let him say his peace.  Because the more he talks, the more his demons are going to creep up.  Then he’ll get good and drunk.  He’ll go back to his office and find something waiting from me... from us, Isabella Grace.  From us.”

I smiled.  I loved the idea of
us
.  Us talking Kellen down.  It felt wrong and sexy at the same time.

Jonathan put a hand into the shower and touched the water.  I looked at his hand, wanting to tell him what I wanted.  I wanted him in the shower with me.  I looked back at him, knowing I had to appear desperate.

“
I know,” Jonathan whispered.  “I know.  But you have to rid him first.”

“
Rid him?”

“
He’s in your mind.  I refuse to become part of the pleasure, Isabella Grace.  I won’t.”

“
I need you, Mr. Black.”

“
I know you do.  But I’m going to back up and enjoy the view I have.  The most beautiful woman in the world.  A woman created for me and my needs.”

“
I’ll take care of your needs, right now,” I pleaded.

“
Oh, you will, Isabella Grace.  First, you’re going to touch yourself.  You’re going to think about whatever is on your mind.  I won’t judge you for it.  You’re going to pleasure yourself with your fingers.  Let the water touch your body.  Feel your perfect breasts.  Your sensitive nipples... and discover how amazing it is that they connect to your tender clit.”

I shivered and moaned.

I never heard Jonathan talk like that before.

“
And you’re going to come,” Jonathan said.  “I’m going to watch you come, Isabella Grace, but then second it begins, you must stop.  Your fingers cannot touch your body.  You will feel the warm, gentle release as your body throbs and aches for more.  You will chase all the thoughts of him away, all the ideas, all you know.  Your mind will become nothing more than focused on your orgasm.  It will be intense and remain intense... but you cannot touch yourself.  Do you understand?”

I nodded.  “Yes, sir.”

“
You can touch your hair and the walls of the shower.  If you touch your body, then you’re going to have to do it again.  And again.  And again.  Until you get it right and I’m satisfied.”

Jonathan took his hand out of the shower and stepped back, step by step, his black shoes clicked on the tile floor.  When he hit the sink, he slipped his hands into his pockets, leaving me to myself.

For the first few seconds, I stood unable to move.  I listened to Jonathan’s words over and over, knowing what he said, knowing what he meant, and knowing what I needed to do.  If anything, it didn’t seem all that bad.  After all, I did have Jonathan Black standing a few feet away, in a black suit, staring at me.  That alone had my core aching, my slit moist.  It had nothing to do with Kellen but again I’d have to prove all that to Jonathan.

I put my right hand to my hair and pulled, letting some of my wet hair fall on the front of my shoulder and my chest.  My hair stopped just above my breasts.  My fingers followed my hair and then beyond, my middle finger running over my nipple, making me moan.  I was so sensitive... as I came back up with my finger and then circled around, it started to hurt.  The aching hurt, the touching hurt.  I wanted Jonathan to be there, to touch me, to taste me.  I cupped my right breast and gently massaged.  As I sighed, I touched my left hand to my hip.  My fingers were spread wide, knowing where they needed to go and what they needed to do.

I moved slow, my fingers able to glide along my wet skin thanks to the shower.  When I felt towards my inner thigh, I let out a helpless groan.  The subtle torture started to settle in, knowing that while Jonathan Black made great eye material to touch myself, he would make even better material if he would just strip and fuck me in the shower.  My thoughts were blunt, honest, and helped.  

My pointer finger touched first, feeling the wet folds of my slit.  I moved up and down, spreading myself, feeling my hole throb with an intense heat.  My middle finger came next, repeating the motion before I put both fingers side by side and rubbed.  Slow and gentle, actually feeling and appreciating myself.  That only served to turn me on even greater, my fingers were eager and my body ready.  

I curled my fingers, feeling myself opening, spreading, but remaining tight around my fingers as I slowly penetrated my hole.  Little by little I felt two very different sensations.  The first on my fingers, the warmth, wetness, the tightness, an erotic blanket holding my fingers.  The second being my actual body.  The invaded feeling felt so amazing.  

Once my fingers were deep inside myself, I moved my thumb to my clitoris, resting it there gently to start.  My body tensed, my knees bent, my toes curled, my muscles turned into stone.