His right hand hurried down to my sex, two of his fingers finding my tender clitoris and quickly, he started to tease and pleasure me. His pointer and middle fingers were quick and aggressive, rubbing, pushing, and even at one point, he began to pinch me and pull. As that mixed with his erection still sliding in and out of me at a rapid pace, I began to climax again…
and again
…
My orgasms collided with an intensity that was exemplified because of how much attention my body had gotten so far that day.
The grip his hand held on my neck grew and I moaned for him. I cried for him. I came for him.
I wanted to touch him and hold him, but I couldn’t.
Jonathan finally moved his fingers from my clitoris and came up my warm skin, spreading my own wetness along my stomach. His fingertips grazed along my nipple and for a moment I thought he was going to put both hands to my neck. Instead, his hand moved along my arms, reaching up for my wrists that were cuffed and tied. His body had no choice now but to come closer to mine until we finally touched.
His body was warm, almost as warm as mine. Our sweat combined making it easy for him to slide along me as he still came at me, thrusting as hard as when he was on his knees. The change of position changed how everything felt inside me. More pressure was on the top of my sex, my pleasured clitoris feeling ultra sensitive. Each thrust from Jonathan brought a whole new set of throbbing pleasures that wouldn’t end.
My right hand hurt from the cuffs but seemed to ease when Jonathan put his hands to the cuffs. When he touched the cuffs, he groaned and pumped me hard. My left hand was able to gain a little traction from the cloth blindfold used to tie me up. I was able to hold it but not touch the knot. The way Jonathan tied it, the more resistance I gave and the more I tried to grab for it just made the knot tighter and tighter. When his hand touched my hand, he opened it and placed his fingers against mine. He stayed there – a reminder of the elevator ride we once shared. He didn’t move an inch to the left or right to actually hold my hand, to let our fingers interlock. He did it on purpose. He knew what it implied and what it did to my body, and my mind.
Jonathan placed his cheek to my cheek and let out a groan.
“Isabella Grace,” he said, “You’re mine forever… I’ll kill for you…”
The phrase shattered inside of me. I wanted to react to the comment but didn’t have a chance because Jonathan sped up just a little bit faster, enough to bring himself to climax.
As he thrust, I felt him engorging and readying.
His tongue suddenly came to life and ran wild down my neck towards my breasts, his body lifting off mine. I felt his teeth graze along my skin and then the warmth of a deep breath followed by a grunt.
Then he began to come.
The explosion was deep. He pushed and held, and pushed as he came. The pumps were so deep and so quick, he gently massaged himself using my insides, my tender walls, using my throbbing to release. As he came, he let out grunt and groan, his teeth sometimes moving along my skin, bringing tears to my eyes. When I felt him finally reach my breasts, his kissed one and then started to suckle on my creamy skin. The second he did, I knew there’d be a mark.
I cried out for Jonathan as he pulled from my sex. He climbed off my body just as he climbed on. He stood before the bed, his hands at his sides, his erection losing its thick size but still throbbing, shining with the color of our wild sex. When he took a breath, his ab muscles defined themselves, leaving my eyes with more to look at than they could handle.
He then walked to my left hand and untied the cloth from the headboard. The release was welcomed and I hurried to turn my wrist and touch my chest to feel my heartbeat. Jonathan moved to the other side of the bed and released the handcuffs. He left both items on my wrists and I just lay there, my body still in an orgasmic state of pleasure and relaxation.
Jonathan stood at the side of the bed, his cock inches from my grasp. He looked beautiful standing there, his penis still looking amazing, even if it wasn’t completely hard. He reached down and placed his right hand to my left hand, over my heart. His other hand went to my hair.
We stared at each other.
I took heavy breaths to make the room stop spinning.
“My perfect Isabella Grace,” he said. “Never forget my command. Never.”
He leaned completely down to me and kissed me. His tongue fluttered at my lips for a brief second and was gone. At my ear, he said, “I need you to take a shower. Wash it all off. Right now.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Whatever you command.”
-5-
I needed the shower and
I needed the moments to myself. The water soothed my body in a way I never thought hot water could. Each droplet of water felt like a finger massaging my body, all happening in a non-sexual way. I turned the showerhead towards the wall and leaned against the wall, bending my knees, giving my body a second. As I stared down, I looked between my legs, the folds of my vagina, my pink skin. I hated to do it, but I had to as I reached down to touch myself. I used just my forefinger and touched my labia. I moved left to right, sampling my hole, feeling it still tender. As I came back up, I touched my clitoris and my entire body jumped.
Jonathan had turned my body on like I never thought possible.
I ran my hand up my body and finally to my face.
I lifted my head and turned towards the water, letting it attack me.
I didn’t want to think about anything in that precious time but I had to.
Jonathan’s actions, look, and words wouldn’t leave me. We were somewhere near Seattle, far away from Los Angeles, and on the opposite side of the country where the day had started. Thinking about it made me want to just fall asleep right there in the shower. How I was still standing and functioning I didn’t know, but I did know it wouldn’t last much longer.
As I cleaned myself, I thought about the day. I couldn’t stop smiling as my mind flooded over the two men who had guns. A smart woman would have run. A smart woman would have found a way out of this and just went home. I had my identification and I had my credit cards. I wasn’t trapped… but I was under command. Under Jonathan Black’s command. And something about it just made sense. Picturing him hovered over me teetering on becoming violent during sex made me feel wanted and needed. I still wanted to be the person to break him and make him understand. I wanted him to see that…
“Life is strange.”
The words fit perfect but they didn’t come from me.
It was Jonathan.
“Is it?” I asked.
“Of course it is. You know that. I just didn’t want to startle you now.”
“You almost succeeded.”
“I don’t like almost,” Jonathan said, his tone still sounding deep and angry.
“Sorry.”
“I worked close with him,” Jonathan started to say. He paused long enough for me to figure out what he meant.
Oliver Rush.
“We were both young, but hungry. I thought for a moment I had met someone who had the same dreams that I did. When we started, we were both fueled on the acceptance of our destiny. Of power. Of money. Of success. Of the grand image of life that most people forget about or give up on. I always knew there would come a point in time when the partnership would run its course, I just didn’t think it would all be taken from me.”
The water continued to rush along my body even though I was clean and finished. I stood in place, letting the water hit me. If Jonathan was going to speak, I was certainly going to listen.
“Two years into our venture, we had millions. We had a large deal in the works and it started to fall apart. I took the lead on it, making calls, working on financials, negotiating. I learned to speak two languages for this deal, but for me it was nothing out of the ordinary. Anything to reach the top. If the deal would go through, the company would be worth billions… and so would we. The day came for the phone call to come and I wasn’t there to get it. I was with someone.”
I knew what that meant.
A woman.
“Oliver Rush took the phone call. The deal was signed by the time I showed up and instead of benefiting the company, it benefited Oliver Rush. He took credit for the deal and used it to springboard himself into other ventures, outside our company. By that time I had been working on other projects too, but he soon turned our company into a cash supplier for anything he wanted. When I spoke up, we argued, often leading to us reaching nose to nose but never coming to violence. He has this smile about him that makes you want to kill him. He’s never stepped over the line, until now.”
Until now.
It made me shiver, even with the hot water hitting me.
Until now
meant the extreme violence still lingered within Jonathan Black.
Until now
meant it could happen.
Until now
meant it would happen.
“After push and shove for another two years, I finally took an equity deal within the company. I had stake and ownership and Oliver Rush had the rest. If he grew the company, my stake grew. If it was ever in danger of collapse, I would walk away with a couple billion. It was a deal I couldn’t resist and it kept me away from Oliver Rush. But he had other plans. He stacked the company with debt… risky debt, bad debt, the kind of debt that catches up when the economy starts to fall. And that’s where we stand now. The company is dead but Oliver Rush has taken everything. I’m not going to discuss the legal side of things because it’s not so much the money that bothers me.”
“Jonathan,” I finally spoke, “he didn’t hurt me.”
“He tried,” Jonathan yelled. His voiced bounced against the walls of the bathroom.
“But he didn’t,” I said. “I got him away. He’s probably running, scared. He’s probably afraid to think or act or move. He’s probably thinking about what he did, letting it kill him, without you needing to do a thing.”
Silence came.
At first, all I heard was the sound of the water running, but then I heard the sound of my heart pounding. I couldn’t tell if Jonathan was silent or if he left the bathroom. Finally, I had to know. I had to see. I pulled the edge of the shower curtain back just enough to see Jonathan Black standing over the sink, staring at the fogged mirror at a reflection of nothing.
“Jonathan,” I said.
He spun around, not looking surprised, but looking damaged and sexy. A man capable of anything and yes, in that moment, I realized that capability included murder.
“Isabella Grace,” he whispered. “Finish up and come sleep with me, in bed. It’s been a long day.”
Nothing sounded better. Sleeping with Jonathan in the comfort of his bed and his arms was like a dream come true.
I waited for him to leave the bathroom before I shut the water off. I tore the shower curtain open and grabbed a towel, hurrying to dry myself off. Hearing that precious word –
sleep
– had me finally thinking about it. The day seemed like it should have been over a long time ago. If I took the time to actually think about what had happened and the change of time zones, plus being held at gunpoint and attacked, twice, I would have probably fallen asleep on the spot.
After leaving the bathroom, I walked back to Jonathan’s room wearing nothing but a towel.
I wore the towel not to turn him on but because it was all I had.
I stood in the doorway, my wet hair touching my skin. Jonathan lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, still sexy as ever.
He looked at me.
“I’m sorry Oliver Rush took your money too,” he said. “There’s plenty more. You can get what you need soon enough.”
“For now?” I asked.
“There’s clothes for you in the closet.”
“How…”
“You were watching me as I watched you. I know more than you would believe.”
I left it at that, trusting Jonathan as he commanded me to do hours upon hours ago.
I walked along the bed towards the closet. As I started to reach for the closet, Jonathan reached for me. This time when he touched my wrist, he was gentle but still had a grip that stopped me.
“I didn’t say you were getting dressed tonight.”
I turned to face Jonathan as he sat up on the bed. His other hand came forward and pulled at the towel, loosening it. It fell and I was naked, again, for Jonathan Black. His fingertips touched just below my breasts and he continued down, moving from my stomach to my smooth skin. As he started to test near my sex, my legs opened. Part of my body wanted sleep but all of my body wanted him. I wanted what he wanted. He turned his hand at the last second, letting his pinky just barely touch my slit and then he was on the move again, back up. He grazed past by breasts and reached up to my face and neck.
He pulled and I collapsed towards him and on him. He leaned back on the bed and caught me, turning me to my side, facing him. I put one of my legs to him, wrapping around him, pulling at him, wanting to feel him hard again.
Jonathan was just there, his eyes upon my face and not my body. I could see him relaxing, almost melting into me and us together. The heat coming from my body soon changed to a soothing heat, my heart calming but still thudding. I wanted to keep my eyes open and stare at him all night, maybe even forever, but the battle with time was lost. I felt my eyes closing and I fought to open them. I won three times, each time seeing Jonathan Black staring back at me.
Finally, I closed my eyes and that’s all I remembered.
Closing my eyes.
Picturing Jonathan.
My mind changed and now wished nothing more than everything to
not
be a dream. I wanted to wake up next to Jonathan, in his arms, and face another day with him. His command made me want to live and be alive.
When I woke, I wasn’t in his arms.
-6-
I rolled to my right hoping to feel
Jonathan next to me.