His Love (By His Command #10) (4 page)

“It’s going to be amazing,” he
said. “Our life together. We’re going to make everyone wonder... for the rest
of their lives...”

His fingers touched between my
legs. I opened my legs wide, needing more. Two of his fingers played for a few
seconds, then tested my hole. He slid into me and I moaned. Jonathan leaned
down and kissed my right breast. His lips were soft at first followed by the
more aggressive side of his desires as his teeth touched my nipple, testing my
pain threshold. When I cried out, he stopped.

Jonathan stood from the bed, his
thickness just inches from my face. I moved my wrist, the resistance and pain
from the cuffs making me cry out in a different way than the pleasure I wanted
and needed.

He touched the top of my head and
smiled.

“I’m going to fuck you again,” he
said. “And we’re never going to forget this moment. Do you remember it?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Will you remember this forever?”

“Yes.”

“How we look? How we feel?”

“I never forget a thing with you,
Mr. Black,” I said.

“So beautiful,” Jonathan whispered.

He moved onto the bed and
positioned himself between my legs. There Jonathan seemed to literally pick up
where he left off, penetrating me with the tip of his cock at first, holding
there for a few seconds to feel my core throbbing at him, pulling, and then
finally thrusting deep into me.

This time he didn’t hold in place
and he didn’t slowly pull out.

This time he fucked me.

He moved with purpose, gaining
speed by the second. My handcuffed hands curled into fists. I dug my heels into
the bed and tried to lift myself more, but Jonathan’s hard thrusts kept my body
down on the bed. My breasts bounced with the movements of his body and at one
point, his hands held my breasts, squeezing, loving, needing them. He then put
one hand to my face and the other to my waist. It was like romance and lust
were colliding within the erotic moment. His eyes scanned my body over and
over, and then he made eye contact with me. When our eyes met it was intense. I
gathered every sense of his emotions in those tender moments, almost
understanding him.

A few times I forgot about the handcuffs
and tried to move my hands. The pain shot through my arms and I cried out. When
I did, my body clenched at Jonathan, which made things hotter and faster.

He moved to his knees and now had
both hands at my waist. With my heels on the bed and thanks to Jonathan’s
amazing strength, I was in the air. The lower half of my body was lined up with
Jonathan’s thrusting body. I started to come again, but had no chance to really
react to it. Jonathan didn’t stop, fucking hard and fast through the orgasm. My
tender insides were pleasured over and over, the wetness pouring from my body,
all for Jonathan’s pleasure.

His hands opened and slid under to
my ass, holding me. I wanted to touch his flexing arms to feel the hardness of
his muscles. But I couldn’t. I moaned for him, wanting it. Jonathan groaned
back, bringing himself to climax a short time later. The thrusts were fast, until
the last one. With that thrust, he came at me and held, just like the first
one. His hands squeezed me tight as he came, filling me with his love, lust,
desire, and need. My body continued to throb at him, I gently moved my lower
half, making sure Jonathan completely enjoyed me.

When he finished, he gently pulled
out of me and moved from the bed.

He stood on the floor at the bottom
of his bed, still staring at me. I looked at his body and the glistening look
of sweat on his face and body, the glistening look of our sex on his lower
half.

“Perfect,” Jonathan said.

“Mr. Black...”

“You stay there,” he said with a
smile. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

-6-

I wasn’t sure what was happening
when Jonathan left the room, naked, without taking his clothes. But then I
heard the sound of the water running across the giant room. The faint sound of
the shower started to calm me.

I had to trust in Jonathan Black
more than ever before.

I had to understand that the
greatest threat of all - Katherine - was gone. Anything else that came and
anything else that happened, I could handle. Jonathan would find a way and I’d
be there too.

After making peace with myself, I
looked down at my body. I couldn’t remember the last time I looked at my nude
body, staring at the smallest of features and places where I received the most
enjoyment. It was amazing. To think about Jonathan’s fingers between my legs,
then his body, over and over, bringing me to climaxes that nobody could ever
come close to topping.

I moved my wrists gently, listening
to the sound of the metal cuffs rubbing against the headboard. Metal on wood.
Then the feel of metal on my wrists.

I was captive right there.

Handcuffed to the bed.

Anything could happen in those
moments, but I didn’t care.

With Jonathan, it didn’t seem to
really matter.

Or so I thought.

When I first heard the sound of
something beyond the hotel I closed my eyes and reminded myself that there was
nothing to worry about. There had been enough diversions setup that nobody
would be able to know what was happening. Between the fake cop car chase, the
plane with the fake people, Jonathan and I hiding in a green car, it was
perfect. We were together.

The sound grew louder and I
realized it was the same sound as before.

A helicopter.

I wasn’t sure if I could honestly
remember the last time I had heard two helicopters in the same day. They
weren’t as common as planes, that was for sure. I tried to focus on the running
water, but soon the helicopter sound overpowered the shower. My toes curled and
I started to feel my heart jumping. I looked at my body again, wanting to bring
up the memories of Jonathan touching me, having me. I even closed my eyes and
tried to feel it... tried to feel Jonathan against me, inside me, thrusting.

But it was no use.

The helicopter was right there,
right over the hotel.

I heard it louder than ever, like
it was going to crash through the roof of the hotel. And if it did that, that
meant it would land right in the large room. It felt like it was going to shake
the hotel and as I held my breath I listened to the sound start to fade. Not
much, but some.

I exhaled and started to smile.

Maybe it was just another helicopter
flying overhead.

I tried to hear the running water
from the shower again except the helicopter was still too close. When the sound
started to grow again, I just knew it... I knew...

It
was going to land on the hotel.

The sound was louder than ever, not
stopping.

A helicopter had landed on the roof
of the hotel. And I was handcuffed to the bed. And Jonathan Black was in the
shower.

I waited for windows to break. For
the door to be kicked in. For people to rush in and take me away. I didn’t care
that I was naked. I didn’t care that I was handcuffed. I cared that Jonathan
Black wasn’t with me, right there, helping me, telling me what I needed to
hear.

The sound of helicopter seemed to
quiet down yet it was still there. It hadn’t flown away. It had landed and just
sat there.

Waiting.

My thoughts were as scrambled as
ever and I tried to move, wanting to see outside the bedroom. The hotel was
just too big. There were just so much space.

But then I saw him.

I saw Jonathan Black.

He was in full suit and tie again,
looking refreshed and sexy. When his eyes met mine, I felt the power and
command rushing to me. I shook my head, biting my lip, wanting to scream for
him. I didn’t need to scream because Jonathan started to run towards me. He
could sense it. But I wondered why he didn’t get it... he could hear the
helicopter...

“Isabella Grace,” Jonathan said.
“What’s wrong?”

“It came back,” I said. “It’s
here...” I looked to the ceiling. “Are you scared?”

I looked at Jonathan and he didn’t
reply. He didn’t like fear. Neither did I. I didn’t want to break his rules,
but these were extreme times. This wasn’t just us in a hotel conducting
business. We were running... we were planning... we were...

“Do you trust me?” Jonathan asked.

“Of course.”

“Then you shouldn’t care right now.
I would never put you in harms way. Do you like this feeling right now? Being
captured with what you feel is an enemy coming to get you?”

“I hate it,” I said.

“Do you want that feeling for the
rest of your beautiful life?”

“No.”

“Good,” Jonathan said.

He pulled a key from his pocket and
began to release me from the handcuffs. When out, I jumped at him, needing to
feel Jonathan’s body against mine. His arms wrapped tight around me and he
stood, taking me with him. He placed my feet on the floor and touched my
shoulders. I sighed at his touch and when he started to play with my breasts, I
moaned.

I wanted him back inside me.

That was really the greatest
feeling in the world.

“Isabella Grace,” Jonathan
whispered. “We have approximately one minute until the hotel room door is
busted open. Guns are going to be shot, but not at us. It will look dangerous,
violent, and deadly. This is all part of our life now. You have to accept it or
else you’ll be captured. Do you want to be captured?”

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

“Good.”

Jonathan kissed me, pressing his
lips tight to mine. It was the longest kiss we’d ever shared without our
tongues coming together. The kiss ended and Jonathan’s eyes danced along my
face. He started to smile and backed up. He eyed me up and down, nodding in
approval.

“I’ll never forget the way you look
right now,” he said.

The words were romantic, poetic,
and yes, cryptic. He turned and rushed from the bedroom. He literally ran
through the main part of the hotel room. I started to chase after him, but made
it only to the door of the bedroom before the front door literally exploded.
Giant shards of wood flew everywhere and I screamed.

Men poured into the room, in suits,
carrying guns. These guns were bigger than the little handgun Jonathan had. One
of the men looked at me and pointed.

“We’ve got her!” he cried out.

That’s when everyone started
shooting.

I screamed and fell to my knees,
covering my ears and shutting my eyes. The bullets tore all around me, but just
as Jonathan had said, not a single bullet touched me. However, that didn’t mean
I was okay. That didn’t mean I understood what was happening.

I felt hands touch my shoulders and
arms, not in a calm way. I was lifted right off the ground. I bent my legs and
tried to thrash.

“You can walk or we can carry you,”
a voice said.

I opened my eyes and looked at the
men swarming the hotel. Trashing it. Flipping the couches. Punching mirrors.
Shooting at the windows. One man walked by the coffee table and put his foot
through it like it was a helpless ant on the ground.

“Where’s Jonathan?” I asked. “Where
did he go?”

“We are not allowed to answer
questions,” one of the men said.

The tips of my toes touched the
ground and I struggled to get my feet on the ground. I’d walk out of the room
because I had to. Because I wanted to. Because I trusted Jonathan Black.

The men led me down the hall to an
emergency exit door. It was kicked open, revealing a set of metal steps. I knew
where it would lead.

To the roof of the hotel.

When I saw the helicopter, I froze.
The men kept walking. They dragged me to it. I had never been on a helicopter
before. This one was black, sleek, and certainly screamed Jonathan Black’s
name. They literally threw me into the helicopter and before I could say a word,
it took off.

I was in the air, watching the
hotel below me growing smaller by the second.

I stared at the roof, wondering
what was going to come of my life next.

Lust, greed, murder, and sex.

At the last possible second a
figure came to the roof.

Jonathan
Black.

He stood and looked up, watching me
fly away.

I dove towards the door of the
helicopter, ready to launch myself to a certain death.

Anything to be close to Jonathan
again.

Then I heard a voice say, “Do it.”

I turned my head just in time to see
a familiar face coming at me. He wasn’t wearing a suit. He was wearing a white
coat. He was a doctor. The doctor that saved Jonathan Black.

Dr.
Ace.

And he came at me with a needle.

I moved my left hand, ready to swat
the needle away, but it was too late. It buried itself into my neck with a
slight pain.

I didn’t even have a chance to say
ouch
before everything
went dark.

-7-

I remembered lights. I remembered
the sound of metal coming together, cutting. I remembered the sound of water. I
remembered a harsh smell... some kind of powerful chemical that stung my nose
and made me cough. I remembered the feeling of people touching me - man and
woman - but not in a sexual or intrusive way.

When I finally was able to open my
eyes and try to put the pieces of the puzzle together, I first felt comfort.

A lot of comfort.

I was in a bed.

A big bed.

But I was alone.

I looked around for Jonathan,
hoping that somehow he had come to me. I was in a room, a bedroom obviously,
and I was alone. On the wall I noticed something covered in a black cloth. It
was either a picture, a mirror, or maybe even a hole in the wall. I didn’t
know.

I sat up in bed and waited for some
kind of pain or discomfort but there wasn’t any. Everything felt normal.