His Taste (By His Command #7) (billionaire domination / erotic romance) (8 page)

I groaned again and looked at Jonathan.  I wanted him to see the lust in my eyes.  To understand what he did to me.  Nobody else did this.  It was him.  His words.  His command.  His action.  He need and desire for me.  

“
Fuck,” I whispered.

I began to move my hand... my fingers thrusting in and out, my thumb making circles.  My other hand, still cupping my right breast, moved to my nipple.  I squeezed myself, unsure why at first, but then felt the connecting rush of pleasure.  I understood what Jonathan meant, how everything in my body collided, even my mind and thoughts.  I understood why he wanted me to do this.  

I throbbed and started to move my body against my hand.  My fingers and body acted like they were controlled by two different people and yet I received all the benefits.  It didn’t take long for that intense burning sensation to make its appearance, growing now by the second.  I bit on my lip and put my head back against the wall.  

My fingers moved faster, my nerves shaking with enjoyment.  I started to lose myself and when I looked down, I saw my hand moving and realized I wasn’t telling it to move anymore.  It was just going, knowing what I needed.  

I smiled for a second and cried out, feeling the climax coming... I needed to be able to stop.  Jonathan’s orders were to climax and stop touching myself.  

Fuck.

My body thrust harder and faster and I started to crest, I moved to toes, pressing my head and shoulders against the wall of the shower.  

“
Ahh... I’m coming...”

I had to say it to convince myself it was happening.  The orgasm raged with a crashing crest that forced my fingers to stop moving.  It was almost paralyzing but in such a good way.  I caught myself, remembering Jonathan’s command.  I hurried and took my hand away from my slit and then moved my other hand from my breast.  I reached up and took handfuls of my hair, looking down at my body as it lost complete control.

The orgasm was intense and I continued to rock myself at nothing, so desperate.  I cried for Jonathan, unable to turn my head away.  I moaned and cried for him, wanting him to see what I’d done for him.  I listened to his rules... I always listened...

A hand touched my shoulder and when I looked, it was Jonathan Black, naked.

I gasped for air and my knees gave out.  I started to slide and his hands were there to catch me.  

“
It’s okay, my beautiful angel,” he whispered.  “It’s okay... it’s all okay...”

He stepped into the shower and I turned, wrapping my arms around him.  His dry, smooth body felt amazing against my wet body.  But that embrace didn’t last long at all.  

Jonathan placed his hands to my hips and pushed me away from him.  I stepped back and before I could mutter a sound, he turned me around.  I faced the shower, the hot water pelting my breasts and nipples.  Everything was still so tender, it sent pings of pleasure and subtle pain throughout my body.  

“
Now I’ll show you,” Jonathan whispered.  “Now you’ll feel something real.”

One of his hands slid to my lower back and pushed hard.  His other hand moved between my legs, touching my tender pussy, spreading my lips.  The thick tip of his cock was there a second later and with a hard thrust, he was inside me.  I wanted it but didn’t expect it.  My body felt ready to burst.  The throbbing was so intense, I knew Jonathan could feel it too.  

He pumped at me with slow but very thoroughly thrusts.  He made sure every possible inch of himself went into me and he made sure that every possible inch exited me too.  

Over and over.

The hot water pounded against my back.

His speed never increased but the force of the thrusts did.  He thickened to a hardness that told me he was ready to climax.  

He continued to fuck me, slamming into me so hard that at one point the top of my head crashed into the tiles.  I put my hands flat on the wall and braced myself.

Jonathan’s hands were then on the move, sliding around to my stomach.  He pulled and thrust, grunting, reaching his climax.  The first rush of release made me cry out, filling a space that literally had no more room to fill.  His hands slid to my breasts and as he cupped them, he pulled, forcing me to stand up.  I did, barely, losing feeling in my legs and balance in my knees.  But Jonathan held me, forcing my back to his chest.  He continued to come, his cock throbbing still inside me.  His teeth were at my ear, his breaths deep with a subtle growl.

“
Isabella Grace... forever...”

-10-

Jonathan would come for me.

That’s all that mattered.  

I had to stay with Kellen, I had to go with what he said and what he wanted to do.  Because Jonathan would come for me.  He told me the sight of his face with Kellen near me would finally set Kellen off.  He said he knew Kellen and how he dealt with rejection, how he dealt with guilt, and how he dealt with losing.  To me, Kellen had already lost... I broke him early and then went back to the hotel room to be taken care of by Jonathan.  But that wasn’t enough for Jonathan and I had to respect it.

I had to wear a black dress.  It wasn’t quite as tight as the red dress but it still had the same appeal of sex and desire radiating from it.  Even hanging in my closet, it had that allure.  When I touched it, I shivered.  It made me think about Kellen touching my bare shoulders or worse yet, trying to touch more.  

But Jonathan would come for me.  

That’s how the plan had been thought of by him.  

And that’s why when I stepped from the elevator and walked into the restaurant, I didn’t look for Kellen at his table, I sat at my own table.  The first table on the right, a table meant for two people, with a white tag that read RESERVED.  

It was reserved... for me.  And Kellen.

I sat and looked for a waiter at which point a young man with slick black hair rushed to my need.  I told him to get me a glass of wine and a scotch with three ice cubes for my friend who would be joining in a few minutes.  

That’s when I finally looked around the restaurant, my eyes settling on Kellen as he sat in the same booth.  His arms outstretched.  His sleeves rolled up.  Trying to portray Mr. Business Casual.  Even from our distance I could tell he was already a little drunk.

Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.  That could certainly work in my favor tonight.

I didn’t make a motion, I just stared.  I had no reason to ask him to join me, I knew he would.  I had taken his power.  
I won
.
 

Kellen stood and loosened his tie, slid it down through the knot and then pulled the tie off.  He rolled it up with respect and placed it on the table.  I wasn’t sure if the move was meant to be seductive but I’m sure it wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that.  I could only imagine the women who had fallen for Kellen and his slick moves, big blue eyes, and money.

He walked, my eyes never leaving his, and he stopped at the table.

“
Is this mine?” he asked and nodded to the chair.

I pulled a daring move, able to reach the chair under the table, so I kicked it out towards him.  Damn, I was getting good at being seductive.

Kellen smiled and sat down.

The waiter returned a few seconds later with our drinks.

“
You ordered for me?” Kellen asked.

“
I never forget a man who drinks scotch,” I said.

Kellen lifted his glass and drank.  He looked sloppy and nervous.  Just how I needed him.

“
Now tell me,” I said, “what did Jonathan Black do to you.”

“
He stole my life, if I can be honest,” Kellen said.  

“
Stole your life?  You’re pretty successful right now, aren’t you?”

“
Of course I am.  Through my own rise-from-the-ashes kind of story.  I could probably sell my story if I wanted to.  But why bother?  It’s mine.”

He was so cocky, ignorant.  I kept my composure, just waiting for the moment Jonathan would appear to take me away and send Kellen over the edge.  

“
You have to hang onto what’s yours,” I said, “or someone might try to take it.”

“
Exactly,” Kellen said.  He drank some more and continued.  “We both saw no point in college.  To be honest, by then, Jonathan was already extremely rich and thanks to a power play in commodities, for fun, I ended up making my first million.”

“
By yourself?” I asked.  “At such a young age?”

“
Of course.  My father had a friend who traded commodities quite exclusively.  When he moved, I moved.”

Kellen raised his eyebrows but I wasn’t impressed.  It proved to me what Jonathan said.  Everything Kellen had was handed to him.  And now he played with the power.

“
I stayed in college for my father and a woman.”

“
Did she steal your heart?” I asked with a flirty smile.

“
From the second I saw her.  Quite like you... I get what Jonathan sees.  I just see more of it, Isabella.”

I wanted to flee the table but I stayed.  Let Kellen dig his hole deeper.  He had no idea what waited for him.

“
I met her in high school,” Kellen said.  “We were... we were everything.  The first of everything.”

“
I still remember mine,” I said.

“
But I still had my first when I went to college.  She wasn’t allowed to leave and she didn’t want to.  Even after I made my first million and showed her the life we could have.  She was so strong and determined to be her own woman... I... I had to let her do that.  I couldn’t command her, not like Jonathan does to people.”

Kellen swallowed and he looked angry.  The booze now settling into his blood was like a toxin. I had to watch myself.  Just in case things got intense.  

“
You know, she looked a lot like you,” Kellen said.  “Maybe that’s why we fall so hard.  To break rules and cherish life... for one person.”

“
I’m sorry?”

Kellen waved a hand.  “Don’t mind me.  Back to my story.  I stayed in college, stayed with the love of my life, and stayed with Jonathan.  He changed every single day.  He became darker, more calculated.  He stared at things... as though he could see through them.  As though he could see things people couldn’t.  The scary part was that some of the times he could do just that.”

I pictured Jonathan standing at the window, like he had done those few nights after he thought I had fallen asleep.  What had he been really looking at?  What had he been looking through?

“
He’s an intense man,” I said.  “A genius in so many ways.”

I let the intention of sex linger around us, making sure Kellen’s mind had the chance to picture Jonathan and I together.  That alone would drive him mad.

“
He’s a barbaric criminal,” Kellen spat at me.  “He took it all... all of it.”

“
What did he take?” I asked, keeping calm.  

I even reached for Kellen’s hand, to add to the emotion.

“
He took...
her
...”

Kellen blinked and for a second I thought he was going to cry.  

“
He took who?”

“
My love,” Kellen said, his voice almost a whisper.  “He took everything from me.  I stayed for her.  I backed away for her.  I let her walk her own path... and there he was, Jonathan Black, standing there, ready to take her from me.”

“
He stole your girlfriend,” I said.

“
She wasn’t my girlfriend.  She was my everything.”

“
I understand.”

“
But that’s not the hardest part,” Kellen said.  He downed the rest of his scotch and slammed the glass on the table.  “That’s not the hardest part at all...”

“
Then what is?” I asked.

“
She listened to him,” Kellen said.  “I respected her and backed away.  I could have forced her to drop out and move with me.  But I didn’t.  I stayed and loved her, wanted her, needed her.  And she walked away, to him, and listened to him.  She obeyed his words, she followed him, she... loved him in a way she never loved me...”

“
I’m sorry,” I whispered.  “I’m sorry that happened.”

“
It wasn’t
that happened
... it was
he happened
.  He did it.  On purpose.  My love.  My Katherine, gone forever.”

I let go of Kellen’s hand and sat back.  I casually tried to look around, hoping to see Jonathan Black soon.  He wasn’t in sight and Kellen started to look scary.  

“
But then I heard his name pop up over and over,” Kellen said.  “I heard he went to some hideout spot after a murder investigation opened.  I heard he had a beautiful woman with him.  And I wanted to know.  I wanted to see... and I did... Isabella... I did...”

“
Wait a second,” I said.  “People talked about me and Jonathan?”

Kellen ignored the question.  “Then I saw you.  And I realized what he had done... and I realized what I needed to do.”

“
Kellen, look at me.”

Kellen looked at me.  He smiled.  “I’m going to love you.  I’m going to take you from him.  Payback.”

Kellen stood up.  He appeared ten feet tall and strong.  I looked for Jonathan.  Where the hell was he?  Before I knew it, Kellen had his hand on my hand, squeezing.

“
I won’t fuck up this time,” Kellen said.  “I’ll spoil you rotten, Isabella.  I’ll buy you things Jonathan Black wouldn’t think of... but you’re going to listen to me.  To my every word and command.”

He pulled at my hand.  I wanted to scream but I didn’t want to cause a scene.  I couldn’t do that.  Not with Jonathan in the hotel.  Not with the circumstances.  

I stood from the table, hoping I could regain whatever I lost.  I wasn’t even sure how I lost this.  I put my hand on Kellen’s shoulder and squeezed.

“
I’m going to love you so much,” Kellen said.  “In a way you’ll never understand.”