His Confession (By His Command #8) (4 page)

Ace bent down for a second
and pulled out a blanket from under one of the side tables. He let it fall open
and handed it to me.

“I’m not cold,” I said.

“But you’re tired. Let time
and Dr. Ace do their job. I’m sure you’ll have enough of a job to do when he’s
back to normal.”

“Is that so?”

“Isabella Grace... Katherine
tried to take him, from the world, from you. You think he’s going to wake up in
a good mood?”

“Fair enough,” I said.

“Now rest. If you need
anything, there’s a cell phone under the couch. Call me.”

Ace collected the stuff he
had taken off and left the room. I hesitated for a few minutes on what I should
actually do. I sat holding the blanket to my chest and stared at the closed
door.

What was actually happening
back there?

Was he going to live?

Where the hell was I?

The thoughts pounded at me
over and over until I finally decided to rest me head and heart for a few
minutes. I climbed the couch and put the blanket on my body. It was the most
comfortable blanket and couch combination I had ever felt in my entire life. It
was like resting on a cloud and within minutes my eyes were shut and didn’t
open.

If I had any dreams they
weren’t strong enough to remember.

I felt something touch my
shoulder and I groaned.

I didn’t want to open my
eyes and be taken away from the comfort of the couch. But at the same time my
mind yelled at me to wake up.

Something must have happened
with Jonathan Black.

Something could be wrong.

Something could be right.

All at once I thought about everything
he had said to me... right down to his last words...

I love you.

It shook me to my core. I
wasn’t sure what it meant or if Jonathan Black really meant to say it.

“Isabella Grace.”

I heard his voice and held
my eyes shut as tight as I could. I wanted to go to him in my dream. I wanted
to be with him in my dream. I wanted to feel it all and experience a place where
love conquered everything else.

But I was being shaken and I
heard my name again and again.

“Isabella Grace...
please...”

I rolled to my back and
opened my eyes.

And there he was.

Jonathan Black.

Sitting on the edge of the
couch.

Looking normal.

Healthy.

Sexy.

Looking like he normally
looked.

I sat up and let out a small
cry.

“Jonathan,” I whispered and
threw my arms around him. “You’re okay.”

“Of course I am,” he said.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“How long has it been?”

“Twelve hours. We have to
leave, preferably now.”

“Leave... you realize...
Katherine...”

“We do not speak the name,”
Jonathan bellowed at me. His eyes lit up and his nostrils flared. He looked
ready to kill someone. “Leave it as you knew it once before.”

And just like that,
Katherine became ‘K’ again.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ve
just been so scared...”

“Of course you have,”
Jonathan said. He placed a finger to my lips. “I never once doubted your existence
and care for me, Isabella Grace. But I’m fine. And we have work to do.”

“Work?” I whispered,
Jonathan’s finger lingering at my lips.

“Yes. To stand idle is to
forgive. And I never forgive. Nor do I forget.”

Before I could speak another
work, the door opened and the doctor joined us.

Dr. Ace.

“Mr. Black,” he said. “I
would have preferred you to stay in the room.”

“And I’m sure you’d prefer
to be paid,” Jonathan said.

Dr. Ace smiled. “Who
doesn’t?”

“I had to come see her,”
Jonathan said. “To make sure she was alive.”

“I told you she was.”

“I just had to see.”

“I understand.” Dr. Ace
opened a folder and examined it. “Your bloodstream is clear now. Nothing
leftover and no side effects. Another hour away and you would have had
permanent damage. At least we knew what we were dealing with this time.”

“This time?” I whispered.

I was tired of hearing
this time
.

“I was poisoned once
before,” Jonathan said. “By my father.”

I gasped.

I thought about John Black,
Jonathan’s father, and it made my lip curl. He was a cruel man, and while he
sat in prison for two murders he didn’t commit, I still didn’t trust him. Not
for a second.

“Your father...”

“He thought he could stop
me,” Jonathan said. “And he was very wrong.”

“Also very stupid,” Dr. Ace.
“If I may say that...”

“I don’t mind,” Jonathan
said.

“He used the same poison
this time.”

“It wasn’t my father,”
Jonathan said.

That’s when everything
started to click for me. Katherine had gone to see John Black. That’s how she
put the cell phone into his coat pocket... the coat then ended up on me when we
left John Black’s secret cabin. She must have taken something else with her,
something to kill Jonathan Black with.

“Old friend?” Dr. Ace asked
with a smile.

“The price of business,”
Jonathan said.

“You were lucky,” Dr. Ace said.
“We knew what to do and how to it. Much faster this time.” Dr. Ace looked at
me. “The response came at the right time too.”

“I would have been faster,”
I said. “But... she... Kath... ‘K’... she...”

“It’s okay,” Jonathan said.
His finger rubbed my lips. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sure you two need time
alone,” Dr. Ace said. “I just wanted to check on you and... sort of give you a
warning.”

“A warning?” I asked. “What
does that mean?”

“Relax,” Jonathan said
again.

I noted how annoyed Jonathan
appeared to be. I’d have to tone it down, but that was kind of hard to do when
I wanted to jump him and tear the suit of his body and let my tongue heal his
body.

“Your body is still feeling
it,” Dr. Ace. “I know you feel alive and ready to do whatever you have to do.
I’m not going to tell you what to do, Mr. Black, but I’m just suggesting that
perhaps while you are on the plane, you rest. You rest until you land. You take
it easy for twenty-four hours or so. And if you do fall asleep or rest and you
feel extremely tired, don’t panic, it’s just your body fully recovering.”

Dr. Ace smiled, but as
Jonathan Black stood from the couch, the smile faded fast. Jonathan looked down
at the doctor. He was so command. So beautiful. So perfect. I wasn’t sure what
was going to happen but it was obvious of the pain and anger bubbling in his
system.

“Doctor,” Jonathan said,
“have you ever had someone try to kill you before?”

“Yes, actually. A patient
once stabbed me because I didn’t have favorable news.”

“Did you kill the patient?”

“Of course not,” Dr. Ace
said. “I understood their position.”

“Okay. Well, I, like you,
understand my potential killer’s position. However, unlike you, I’m not afraid
of death. And I’m not afraid of dealing with death.”

Dr. Ace’s face turned white
and he slowly backed up. He went into the room he had come from and Jonathan
turned to me. His hands were instantly against my waist. He pulled me close to
him and groaned.

“Isabella Grace, I’ll never
leave you,” he whispered.

“I know that,” I said. “I
never thought...”

His lips came to mine,
kissing me.

His hands were tight.

Aggressive.

Ready.

“I can’t wait to get you on
that plane,” he said.

And just like that, my life
felt whole again.

-5-

The private jet took off and
Jonathan Black took my hand. My body tingled and ached at the same time. He led
me to the bedroom and when the door opened, he pushed me inside. I stumbled and
found balance on the side of the bed. I couldn’t be mad at the aggressive side
of Jonathan Black. It turned me on. I liked him aggressive, wanting me, pushing
me, showing hints of needing me.

He shut the door and locked
it.

As he walked towards me, his
eyes locked to mine.

The room was cozy and
comfortable and every few seconds I felt the plane jump ever so slightly,
reminding me that we were high in the air. We were safe from all the dangers
that waited.

Jonathan stood before me,
his hands at his side, his eyes staring down at me.

“You saved me,” he
whispered.

“No. You told me what to
do.”

“You obeyed.”

“I always do. I always
will.”

“I believe that,” Jonathan
said.

That alone was a major
compliment coming from Jonathan Black. My body shivered again and everything felt
desperate in my body. My hands shook. My breasts were tender. My nipples were
hard. My stomach fluttered. My legs were weak. And between my legs... wet and
throbbing. I felt as though Jonathan hadn’t been there in years...

Jonathan touched my face and
his hand slid around to the back of my head. He squeezed and pulled. I moaned,
waiting for more.

“I’m going to reward you for
listening,” he said.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Make me feel everything,”
he said.

His other hand touched the
zipper on his pants. That’s when my eyes went wide. My mouth became insatiably
hungry. I licked my lips. Yes, this was what I wanted. To taste Jonathan Black.

His zipper slid down and his
hand moved into his pants. His grip on the back of my head tightened and as he
produced himself, I parted my lips, ready for him. It never failed to amaze me
at how long and thick Jonathan Black could be. He moved his hand away and let
himself just stand there... his perfect sex hard and waiting for me. The
definition of the tip looked soft and delicious while his shaft had the
hardness and capabilities of orgasmic aggression.

I started to move my legs to
rub myself. It was a desperate move but I didn’t care. I needed to feel it. I
needed to feel everything.

“Taste me, Isabella Grace,”
Jonathan said. “Make me feel alive again.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

I kept my lips parted as
Jonathan grabbed the base of his shaft. He pressed his tip against my soft
lips. He groaned and moved himself left to right, rubbing against my lips. I
kept my lips steady, staring up at him. I then started to close my lips,
kissing the head of his cock, over and over, showing him the love and care he deserved.
I opened my mouth a little more and let my tongue come forward. The tip of my
tongue tasted the tip of his hardness. I made circles, I flicked, anything I
could think to do to drive him wild.

Finally, his hand on the
back of my head slid down to my neck and he squeezed hard. A jolt of pain shot
through my neck and spine. As I cried out, my mouth opened and Jonathan thrust
himself into me. My cry quickly became a moan as I tasted his shaft as he
forced it deep into my mouth. My hands touched his legs and I wanted more.
Jonathan eased deeper into my mouth, testing boundaries that left my eyes
watering and my heart pounding. My body wanted to fear he would go too far but
my mind trusted him with my life. My mind had to convince my body to stay
relaxed enough to continue to pleasure him.

I finally felt relief when
he slowly pulled himself out of my mouth. Right down to the tip of his perfect
sex, he left my mouth. He kept himself an inch from my mouth, listening to my
shaky breathing as I tried to catch my breath and calm myself.

“Your turn,” Jonathan said.

He took his hand off his
shaft, leaving me to do what I needed and wanted.

My hands - and mouth -
eagerly went to work.

My left hand took the place
of Jonathan’s hand on the base of his shaft. I held him, squeezed him, and
teased him. My other hand held the rest of Jonathan’s shaft and I stroked him
from the tip down to where my other hand was. I felt the hard thickness of his
shaft and the thick, tenderness of his tip. It drove my body wild.

Jonathan played with my
hair, taking handfuls, ensuring my hair wouldn’t get in the way. I opened my
mouth, moved one of my hands, and started to taste Jonathan again.

My tongue took the lead,
licking the bottom of his shaft all the way around to the top. I swirled and
moved as fast as I could, flicking and licking, watching Jonathan’s face. His
body tightened each time I did it. I finally slid my lips over him, stretching
my mouth as wide as I needed to. I remained at the tip of his thickness, going
faster and faster, knowing it was the most sensitive spot on his body. He
groaned and thrust at me, just once, telling me he wanted more.