His Want

BY HIS COMMAND

#1

His Want

by

Ana Fawkes

Isabella Grace has been late for work three days in a row, but for good reason.  Lingering in the main lobby of The J. Black Corporation, where she works, hoping to see the ultra sexy, billionaire CEO, Jonathan Black, is worth anything... or so she believes.

When she gets a personal call from Mr. Back to visit him in his office, she expects to be fired for being late to work.  It turns out Jonathan Black has noticed much more than just Isabella being late for the past three days.  And beyond noticing her, he propositions her for work outside the office, including a surprise gift that leaves Isabella Grace in shock, in love, and under his full control and command.

-1-

Standing at a small oval table
, pretending to page through a magazine that was six months outdated, I sealed my fate.  My fate that I would indeed be late for the third straight day in a row.  My fate that I would have the chance to see him again as he entered the building.  I wanted to weigh the pros and cons but there’s something we often leave out when making an important decision in life. 

What we want.

That’s the only decision that matters.

What we want.

The elevators packed and went up, taking people into a normal work day.  Cups of warm coffee, folders with papers, the sounds of phones ringing, the bubbling of the water cooler resembling a desperate, lifeless pulse of a dying office, along with the chatter of sales pitches, concerns, and the occasional gossiping backstabbing.  That was what they all went upstairs to handle.

But not me.

I stood and I waited with my purse and work bag weighing my shoulder down.

I should have lifted the magazine off the table and made it look more believable that I was captivated in an article that had no relevance to today.  Honestly, I was flustered that morning and in that moment, I considered myself lucky to be standing, let alone actually formulating some kind of plan. 

It all felt like a dream, and parts of it were things I had dreamed before. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about him and my need to see him.  Even a passing glimpse would be enough to hold me over for a few hours, maybe a day. 

What is it in our hearts, minds, and bodies that make us just know something?  I just knew something about him even though I knew nothing about him.  Sure, he had money, he had power, he oozed luxury, he had an aura of command.  After that, he was a blank sheet of paper.  Maybe something inside me had a vision that would come true.

Or maybe, just maybe, I was the one who had been chosen and my heart, mind, and body started to figure it out.

Whatever it was, I waited, and my waiting paid off when the doors to the building opened again.  Another group of people walked in, the executives of The J. Black Corporation.  Two men held the doors open while three men formed a small line.  They walked in and then stopped, turned, and waited for Jonathan Black himself to follow.  As he came into the building, everything changed.  My body was sent into a state of erotic shock, my pores trembling with excitement.  I could feel everything inside and out growing wet and while I knew it was obvious I was staring at him, I didn’t care. 

Not one single bit.

My eyes were glazy and lost, giving a whole new meaning to puppy dog love and high school lust considering I was well past both those points in my life.  Then again, I didn’t feel that far; I was barely a year out of college and this job had only just become a job three months ago after a three month internship. 

But it was him, Jonathan Black himself who decided to keep me on board.  Or at least that’s what my direct supervisor told me.  It would have been much better hearing it from Mr. Black but everyone who worked at The J. Black Corporation knew that speaking to him directly would take a miracle.  Even some of the top executives didn’t get a chance to speak with him. 

His company philosophy was simple.

He commands, everyone else listens.

Those who dared to speak out of line were gone with a head nod.  Those who didn’t listen were gone even before that.

His philosophy had paid off, making him one of the wealthiest men in the world, gracing the list of richest men everywhere I could find.  In the States.  Globally.  Even on the list of Richest Under 30. 

This would be his last year appearing on that list, but then his gorgeous, chiseled face would appear on the list of Richest Under 40 and remain there for a full decade for the world to see.  For the world to relish.  For women like myself to fantasize.

Standing in the main foyer of the building –
his
building – Jonathan Black looked around, adjusted his tie, and looked at each of his executives who waited diligently like hungry dogs, hoping for a bone. 

“Financials on the Henley Project are fine,” he spoke with a deep voice and calm tone.  “I want them in Los Angeles by three, their time, of course.”

“Sir, that’s…”

I could hear Mr. Black sigh from the distance I stood at.

Another man jumped in front of him and tore the folder out of the other man’s hand.

“Sir, I will personally see that these get where they are needed, when needed.”

“There’s the spirit,” Mr. Black said.  “Someone who wants to work.”

“I never said I didn’t want to work,” the first man said.  His voice sounded pathetic and whiney. 

Mr. Black looked at him with contempt in his eyes.

I was turned on.

I wanted Mr. Black to do something wild.  Something crazy.  Something to live up to his reputation that hung in the office like a blinding fog.  Everyone feared the wrath of Jonathan Black.

“We have a meeting at ten with two executives from ShingWorks International.  Postpone it.  Better yet, just close the deal.”

“Close it, sir?” the second man asked.

“Can you close it?”

“Of course I can.  I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be the one…”

Mr. Black put a hand to the man’s shoulder.  His hand looked gigantic, and I could see him squeezing.  Maybe too hard.  But the man remained silent.  He had no choice. 

“I am the one, always.  Close the deal.”

Mr. Black released his grip and walked away.

Both men hurried to follow, along with the rest of the executives.  As they rushed by me, I could pick up on Mr. Black’s cologne, the strongest and sexiest of all the scents that attacked my senses.  The other men wore something that I assumed to be an attempt to be Jonathan Black.  The thing about Mr. Black is that he doesn’t have to try to be himself, he just is.  And that alone radiates a desire that I couldn’t help but eat up.

He paused at the elevators and then pressed the up button.  The doors instantly opened and he pointed to the open elevator.

“Go,” he commanded and the group of men shuffled inside. 

He stood watching the doors close and I smiled. 

He didn’t want to ride with them.

They would have bothered him the entire ride up to the top floor of the building.

I bit on my lip and started to step towards him.  I had no idea what I was doing other than following my lust.  They say men think with what’s between their legs but guess what?  Women can do the same.  The difference is that we’re more aware of ourselves and we have sensual spots lining our bodies… or at least I know I do.  My brain scrambled trying to imagine myself talking to him.  My lips quivered with excitement and a touch of fear.  My breasts were tender and aching, my nipples starting to feel extra sensitive in my shirt.  And of course, the sweetest spot between my legs, my sex itself burned, wanting Jonathan Black so bad.  Even my knees felt weak and as though I could fall.  My entire body was a system of sexual desire as I approached the hot billionaire CEO. 

I, of course, froze a few feet behind him, trying to remain invisible but wishing I could just speak to him. 

He pressed the up button again and waited. 

This time the other set of doors opened.  He stepped inside and turned just as the doors started to close.  His eyes looked to mine and in a second – just a single second – I could feel my life change.  Anything I’d ever desired, fantasized, wanted, needed, hated, and loved… stared back at me in those eyes.  They were dark eyes with a hazel touch, eyes that didn’t seem to match his cold demeanor.  Eyes that perhaps held something deeper and more gentle than the rest of his wide shoulders, strong hands, and big size gave off. 

To my shock, Jonathan Black put his hand out and kept the doors from closing.

They slid back open and I remained frozen, staring at him. 

“I won’t do that again,” he said, his voice commanding but also soothing.

His voice was layered with a confident control, the kind that left me feeling like I could close my eyes, hold him, and allow him to guide me anywhere he wanted.

Which was, in so many ways, exactly what I wanted…

I stepped forward and looked down, watching my feet cross the threshold of the elevator and watched as his black shoes came into view. 

Jonathan Black didn’t speak again, or at least not until the elevators shut.

We were alone and I was his, long before he commanded it.

-2-

My eyes were up
, watching the lights indicating what floor we were passing.  I hoped the elevator wouldn’t stop and it didn’t, a little stroke of luck in my favor. 

“What was the article you were reading?”

His voice caught me off guard and felt like an electric bolt in my body.  I tried to turn my head to look at him but I suddenly felt unworthy of his time, words, or effort. 

I simply waited, trying to picture the article. 

What was it?

There was a woman… food… politics?  No.  Something about business.  A lawsuit…

“I wasn’t really reading it,” I said, my voice quiet, shy, and on the verge of whimpering.

“I could tell,” Mr. Black said. 

“Sorry.”

“Sorry?  For what?”

“Disturbing your meeting,” I said.  “I was there, in the way.”

Jonathan Black then turned towards me, his hands in his pockets, a dark stare down upon me.  “If you were in the way I would have removed you myself, if need be.”

His hands were then out of his pockets, one hand reaching towards me, the other reaching towards the emergency stop on the elevator. 

Was he going to stop the elevator?

No, he didn’t.

He put his finger just to the right of the button.  He circled it a few times, distracting me while his other hand touched my hand.  His fingertips on my skin was enough to send me into a rage, my body wanting to give way.  My body wanting to give him everything. 

“You’ve stood there a few times, haven’t you?” he asked me.

I nodded. 

“I’ve noticed.”

Jonathan Black noticed me? 

Did he remember me?

Did I appear to be some kind of freakish woman, stalking him?

I wasn’t stalking him… I was simply just waiting for him.  I didn’t seek him out, it just so happened we worked in the same building. 

That wasn’t that bad, right?

His fingers started to wrap around my hand.  He pulled at me.  I stutter stepped towards him, coming within inches of colliding into him.  I wouldn’t have known what to do.  Where to put my hands.  What to say.  This was all part of a fantasy I’d had for a long time now but to have it become reality…

Jonathan turned his hand and had his palm against mine.  He lifted his hand and mine.  He stared at it.  I followed with my eyes too.  My hand was nothing compared to his.  His fingers were long and thick suggesting he had the capabilities of not just a strong handshake but
other things
.

I shuddered and felt myself breathing heavy. 

I needed to calm down, I didn’t want to look like a fool in front of him.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, and our eyes met again.