His Confession (By His Command #8) (5 page)

I closed my eyes and slid
him into my mouth. My other hand started to stroke Jonathan. I wanted all of
him to feel pleasure and enjoy what I had to offer. I quickly found myself
moving into a rhythm, my lips and hand working together over and over. When I
came down deep enough that I felt my lips touch my hand, I moaned. I eventually
opened my hand and started just using my pointer and thumb as a circle. I went
as fast as I could. I wanted to taste his release and show him how much I still
needed him.

Then and forever.

I moved faster, maybe faster
than I ever had before. I moaned as much as I could, my hands slowly making
their way to Jonathan’s pants. I gripped his pants and started to pull at him.
I realized the move was more commanding than he probably cared for but I didn’t
care at that moment.

Jonathan twisted his hands
still holding my hair, making me cry out. He then pulled me away from him. He
obviously wasn’t done so I just sat there, stuck between staring at his face
and at his cock.

He whispered. “On your back,
right now.”

I fell back to the bed,
staying somewhat up on my elbows so I could watch Jonathan touch me. He lifted
my shirt, his warm hands touching my warm skin. His hands were under my shirt
and he went up to my breasts. He forced his fingers and hands under my bra so
he could touch me. As he held my breasts he thrust at me. I never wanted to be
naked so bad in all my life.

“I love the way you feel,”
he said.

His hands then slipped away
from my breasts, my bra, and my shirt. The tips of his fingers ran down my
stomach to the button on my pants.

“Now I want to love the way
you taste.”

I shuddered and moaned.
Jonathan wasted no more time getting to what he wanted from me. He took my
pants off and threw them across the room to the door. His hands touched above
my knees, sliding up my legs. His thumbs eased their way between my legs and he
rubbed my tender center over my panties. I cried out and thrust, wanting more.
The rest of his fingers joined and he slowly gripped the center of my panties
and pulled from there. I felt his knuckles rubbing against my moist skin and I
gripped the bed sheets. I was ready to explode already but I couldn’t. I needed
to wait, until it was okay to come.

My panties slid off my body and
the second I was able to, I spread my legs for Jonathan Black. It felt so good,
so natural and so right.

Jonathan moved to his knees
before me and my mouth fell open. His lips touched the inside of my right leg.
And with a single gentle kiss, my body ached for him even more. He moved to the
other leg and let the tip of his tongue touch my leg. There he drew a straight
line down... down... down... until he flicked at my pussy.

It was just a single flick
but for all my body knew it was hours worth of pleasure.

It was that good.

He paused and stared up at
me. Those few seconds were almost the most intense few seconds of my life.
Dangling between pleasure, orgasm, and need.

He moved at me again,
kissing between my legs and allowing his tongue to touch me some more. The
faster his tongue moved, the harder I held onto the bed sheets and the louder I
cried. Jonathan wasn’t just trying to taste me, he was going for the erotic
kill. He wanted me to come. His lips were delicate as they touched me. At my
clit, he closed his mouth and suckled, allowing the wet sound it made to echo
through the bedroom on the private jet. Not to mention my hopeless cries of
need and passion. I couldn’t control myself at that moment. I thought about how
close Jonathan Black had been to dying, never coming back to touch me, kiss me,
make me come.

I thrust at him, wanting
more.

Jonathan gave me more. His
tongue moved faster, more calculated. He knew right where to lick, where to
suck, and how hard to do it. His hands were between my legs, holding me wide
open. His thumbs teased me, massaging just outside of my sex. Everything began
to collide at once.

Seeing him.

Feeling him.

Wanting him.

Needing him.

My body shook and I groaned
one more time. The groan lasted until my breath was stolen by my climaxing
orgasm. The rush of pleasure came and didn’t stop. It rushed through my body,
over and over, pulsing in every vein. As I started to come, my body rocked as
hard as it could. Jonathan gripped me tight, forcing me not to move, wanting
his tongue to be the only thing that made the orgasm that intense.

He continued to pleasure me,
over and over.

I couldn’t tell when the
orgasm was going to end. When I found my breath, I simply just started to
whimper. It was the only sound that could come out of my mouth.

Then Jonathan moved away
from me.

It was so sudden and my body
wasn’t done yet.

My mouth hung open in
desperate need.

He stood and before I could
make the connection, he came at me. He gripped the base of his shaft and thrust
at me, entering me with enough force that I started to come all over again. He
was deep and steady, allowing my tender insides to throb and pull at him. His
hands held my hips and he gently moved a few times, the tightness of my body
doing the rest of the work.

He growled and thrust deep
again and I felt him begin to climax.

The need and release poured
from Jonathan into me. My body convulsed and I tried to sit up but couldn’t. I
held the bed sheets and stared down at my body, seeing how Jonathan had
penetrated me. My cries were weak but the pleasure racing through my body was
anything but.

When I finally fell back to
the bed, Jonathan began to slowly fuck me. We were both completely done but he
wanted to keep going to ease both of us down.

It was perfect.

He then climbed the bed and
had me rest with my head to his chest. I listened to his heartbeat this time
and smiled.

It was back to normal.

“How do you feel?” I
whispered.

“Alive,” Jonathan replied.
“With you, Isabella Grace, I’m alive.”

A few minutes later, the
entire room relaxed and I saw Jonathan Black had fallen asleep. I patted his
chest and smiled again. In a daring move, I kissed his chin. I had to. After
all we had been through and all he said.

I moved from the bed and
dressed myself. I wanted to climb back in bed with Jonathan but when I looked
at the door, I had
the feeling
again.
The feeling of dread and death. I reminded myself Jonathan and I were on an
airplane and everything was okay. Even still, when I touched the door, I felt
fear attack me.

I opened the door and
stepped from the bedroom.

I made it three steps before
I froze at the sound of hands clapping.

“Well, that was quite the
show...”

I felt like someone had
punched me in the stomach.

How could this be?

Right there, sitting in what
was Jonathan Black’s seat, in a sexy black dress...

“Katherine,” I whispered.

-6-

Katherine had her legs
crossed as she looked at her black fingernails. She messed with the middle one
on her left hand and let out a long sigh.

“Some things are best left
done on our own, aren’t they?”

She looked at me so casually,
like we were old friends catching up over a cup of coffee.  It meant nothing
that we were thousands of feet in the air on Jonathan Black’s private jet or
that she wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Katherine... how? Why?”

“Look at these nails,”
Katherine said.

She held her hands out.

“I see,” I said.

“No, Isabella Grace, come
close to me.
Look
.”

Something about Katherine’s
tone and her beady eyes were beady didn’t make me fear for my own life as much
as I feared for Jonathan’s life. It had been mere hours since Jonathan lay on
his death bed. But I stepped forward.

I looked at her nails and
nodded. “I see them, like I said.”

“One looks different,
right?”

“One... what?”

“One hand. Come on, Isabella
Grace, stay with me.”

“Yes, I see it. Left hand.”

I hoped that was the answer
Katherine was looking for. But seriously the left hand did look a little
different. A little messed up and chipped. I’d be upset too if I paid to have
my nails done and they were messed up.

I wanted to tell Katherine
that. Maybe it’d be a way to crack the ice between us. But before I could
speak, her left hand was at my face, gripping my cheeks. Those same nails dug
into my cheek with such force that my eyes instantly began to water. I tried to
scream but Katherine’s cold stare stole my breath.

“Listen to me,” Katherine
growled. “The things running through your mind are just the beginning of what’s
waiting for you and Jonathan. I want my money.”

“He just woke up,” I said,
as my lips were still pinched. “He almost died.”

“I knew what I was doing,”
Katherine said. “Come. Sit.”

She pulled at me and I went
along with her. I sat in the seat closest to Katherine. She let me go and I
touched my face, already knowing I’d find blood. She had done a number and I
was honestly afraid.

“I knew what I had given
him,” Katherine said. “Who do you think I am? Some idiot?”

“Never,” I said. “I mean,
the doctor knew just what to do...”

“Because it had been done
before,” Katherine said. “I know everything, Isabella Grace. Not a day has gone
by in years that Jonathan Black hasn’t occupied my mind.”

I felt my lip trying to
curl.

I could say the same thing
only it wasn’t based in years. And that was one thing Katherine had that I
didn’t.
Time.
And that was something I
could never get. I could never get time. I could never go back in time. I could
never take that time away from Katherine.

“The days are counting down
though,” Katherine said. “And I only say that to you as a friend.”

“A friend,” I whispered.

“Honestly. A friend. If you
weren’t so damn beautiful I would have killed you both already. That, and
because Jonathan’s worthless father doesn’t know where the money is.”

“I can’t believe you...”

“Sweetheart, why do you
think he’s in prison?”

I shrugged my shoulders. I
didn’t know why John Black had taken the fall for Jonathan on two counts of
murder.

Katherine leaned towards me
and rested her chin on her hand. She looked dangerous and angelic at the same
time.

“He knew what I was capable
of,” Katherine said. “He’d rather be in prison than face me.”

I let that sink in and it
scared me more than ever.

“Keep that in mind,”
Katherine said. “Because things are now going to get intense.”

“Intense?” I asked.

“Sure. I have to prove it to
you, Isabella Grace, don’t I?”

“No,” I said. “I understand.
But we’re in the air. When we land... Jonathan and I...”

“I’m killing Kellen,”
Katherine said. Her tone was still so casual and she went back to paying attention
to her nails.

“What?” I asked.

“Right now, I’m killing
Kellen. As we speak. It’s quite amazing.”

“How?”

I look around the plane,
expecting to see yet another surprise. It didn’t. It was just Katherine and I.

“He’s not here,” Katherine
said. “But where he is, he’s dying.”

“Why would you kill Kellen?
What purpose?”

Katherine smiled. I
shouldn’t have asked, I should have just thought about it.

There was always a reason.
For everything.

“You’ll figure everything
out soon,” Katherine said. “But for now, you must make a choice... to save
Kellen or let him go.”

“Save Kellen? Me?”

“When this plane lands,
you’ll have thirty minutes to get to Kellen and save him.”

“What did you do?”

“His air is being cut off,
little by little,” Katherine said. “When he wakes, he’ll begin to panic.
That’ll only make things worse. Won’t it? Does panicking do any good?”

I opened my mouth but
Katherine cut me off.

“Panicking like telling
Jonathan about me... how did that turn out?”

I looked away.

Katherine had me, again.

“You want me to save
Kellen,” I said. “An enemy of Jonathan.”

Katherine clapped. “Not just
that. I could care less about that... you just need to choose. I don’t want you
to save Kellen. He means nothing to me. Just another pretty boy with a big
wallet and a small... well... you know...”

Katherine winked and I began
to blush.