His Love (By His Command #10) (6 page)

And even when I felt Jonathan’s sex
thickening, preparing for his own orgasm, he remained at the same pace.

“Yes,” I whispered to Jonathan.
“Yes, Jonathan, yes...”

I used his first name. During sex.
One of the rules I wasn’t supposed to break.

Jonathan thrust forward, the
hardest of all his thrusts, and he started to come. The explosion of warmth and
pleasure collided deep in my body as he held there, offering small but deep
thrusts. His lips touched mine and we kissed, our mouths open, the tips of our
tongues flickering, teasing, flirting with each other.

It was perfect.

It was erotic.

It was romantic.

We literally remained like that for
an hour, just kissing. I’d never kissed someone that long before. We couldn’t
get enough. We’d stop for a few seconds, stare at each other, admire our
new
features, and then
start up again. I never wanted it to end because I knew things were going to
change when we stopped.

But just as time moved on and life
would always change - second by second - the kiss had to come to an end.

Jonathan stood from me and looked
down again at my naked body.

“It’s time to get dressed and
leave,” Jonathan said.

“Leave,” I whispered.

 
Leave.

And just like that, everything
changed again.

-9-

Jonathan held my hand as we stepped
from the car. It was a nice black car, but nothing like the sleek speedsters I
had been used to with him. He turned and I turned with him. We watched the
crowds of people around us, getting dropped off, picked up. Picking luggage out
of trunks. Asking for directions. Having one last cigarette before entering the
airport. Having that first cigarette after landing. Some hugging in tears of
goodbye. Something hugging in tears of hello.

This was all... normal.

Jonathan Black and I stood in the
mass of society. It funny how we were the two a lot of people were looking for.
Jonathan and I were both murderers. Although the men - and woman - we killed
didn’t deserve the ultimate fate, general society may not understand the truth
of evil. We had ridded greed and evil.

And now we stood with people who
had no idea who we were.

The black car pulled away with a
puff of exhaust.

“Come to me,” Jonathan said.

He had a single black bag on his
shoulder and I had a single white bag. I had no idea of our story or where we
were going. The only piece of information that struck me was that we wouldn’t
be boarding a private jet. In fact, we wouldn’t even boarding a first class
flight either. We would be on a commercial airplane, flying coach.

How different.

And scary.

“This is it,” Jonathan whispered.
“Stay calm, be calm. Never question. Never fear. Promise me that.”

“I promise,” I said.

I looked at Jonathan, into his fake
blue eyes, and I smiled.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“We’re meant for something more...”

“Take me,” I said. “Take me, Mr.
Black.”

Jonathan turned and took my hand.

We walked into the airport and I
followed his lead. When he stripped of his shoes, belt, and wallet, producing
an ID that was him but not, I did the same. I found an ID that was fake but
passed through everything. Walking through the scanner, it beeped three times
for Jonathan and not once for me. I grew nervous, wondering if something was
happening. Jonathan remained calm, becoming just another average person. He joked,
smiled, and finally passed through security without any further questions.

He walked to me and touched my
shoulder.

“How about that?” he asked.

“Everything okay?” I replied,
trying to be normal.

I felt like there were thousands of
eyes upon me. I waited for someone to recognize us, to start questioning us.

But it didn’t happen.

We gathered our items, including
our IDs and tickets, and we were off. Into the airport. Walking along a large
white floor, the hustle of the airport around us. A large food court tempted my
stomach and Jonathan stopped for a coffee. He insisted I get something so I got
a bagel. As he paid, the woman behind the counter stared at me.

Did I look... did she notice...

“Don’t mind my wife,” Jonathan
teased. “She’s afraid to fly. That’s why I’m making her eat this bagel.”

“No need to be afraid,” the woman
behind the counter said. “I’ve never seen a problem before.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

Jonathan handed me my bagel, let
the woman keep the change, and then we walked to a table. Where I sat I could
see a large window across the way and large jets outside the windows.

I ate.

Jonathan sipped his coffee.

My heart pounded.

“This is a beautiful airport,”
Jonathan said. He looked at me. His eyes commanded me. “But I’m sure there’s
stories everywhere. People coming and going. Each person with their own fears.
Their own love. Their own wants and needs. And maybe that’s the interesting
part of life. How we all just fit together. And continue to survive.”

“Maybe you should be a poet or a
writer,” I said and smiled.

Jonathan laughed and slapped the
table. “Yeah, maybe in another life.”

A question hit me and I asked it
the best I could. “Is everything planned out?”

Jonathan drank his coffee as his
eyes stayed on me. He placed the coffee down and smiled. “Of course it is. Do
you think I’d take you away from reality without a plan?”

“No, never,” I said. “I’m just...
it’s such a surprise. I don’t even know where we’re flying.”

“It’s on your ticket,” Jonathan
said and winked.

I’d never seen him act like this
before. He stood up and I scrambled to find my ticket.

Florida?

Jonathan put his hand out for me. I
hurried to put the ticket away and we were walking again. The bagel I had
forced myself to eat started to settle in my stomach. It felt good. I was glad
I ate it.

We walked by a restaurant lined
with televisions and when I heard a voice blaring, my stomach flipped.

“...
still looking for both Jonathan Black and suspected murderer, Isabella Grace.
The connection between the two is unknown as it appears Ms. Grace has no
affiliation with Mr. Black in the sense of wealth and power...”

“Could
this just be office jealousy?”

“More
like office obsession...”

Jonathan pulled me. I stumbled and
caught up to him.

“What they hear they don’t see,”
Jonathan said.

And it was true. We walked by
hundreds of people and nobody said a word. Nobody noticed. Nobody really cared.
Most people were face down in their phones or tablets. Some listened to music.
Others were just focused straight ahead, rushing to a connecting flight or heading
home.

We walked to the boarding area.

We found our flight and we sat down.
I tried to be calm but my right foot kept shaking. Jonathan touched my left
land and gently massaged me. I looked around the airport, taking breaths,
reminding myself that my hair was shorter, a different color, and so were my
eyes.

“When do we board?” I asked.

“Start boarding in about twenty
minutes,” Jonathan said.

“Escaping?” a voice asked.

I glanced to my right and three
seats down and across was an elderly man looking at me. His eyes were big,
focused, and judging by the newspaper in hand he cared about the news.

Would he recognize me?

“Yeah,” I said. “Need the escape.”

“We all do,” the man. “The world is
full of nut cases.”

“That’s true,” Jonathan said. “Can
never be too sure of what’s in front of your eyes.”

“Except the sun rise, the beach,
and the sunset,” the old man said and pointed to Jonathan.

“I can’t argue that,” Jonathan
said.

“Don’t be so nervous,” the old man
said, his attention back to me. He pointed to my shaking leg. “Flying is just
like taking a car ride, high in the sky. Just relax and sleep if you have to.”
He leaned a little towards me. “Christ, we know it’s much scarier down here...”

I smiled and tried to think of
something to say.

I didn’t have a chance before I
heard a woman’s voice scream for help.

I tensed and Jonathan squeezed my
leg.

No more than twenty feet away was a
woman almost in the grasp of a man in a black suit. I could easily tell the man
was some kind of authority.

The woman threw an elbow and hit
the man in the face. He grabbed his face and the woman started to run. The man
pointed and out of nowhere came ten other men. Some were those who worked at
the airport. Some were officers. Some were men in suits. It was intense. They
all ran, a few with their hands on their guns.

As the woman ran, I saw her hair
flying behind her. She turned for a split second and looked at Jonathan and I.
The look off her face took me back for a second and Jonathan whispered to me.

“It’s perfect, trust me.”

The woman had nowhere to run at the
end of the airport. She touched the glass and turned, ready to take a stand
against authorities.

“I didn’t do anything!” she cried
out.

“Isabella Grace, you murdered
someone...”

Isabella
Grace?

I looked at Jonathan.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Come with us,” one of the men
yelled. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

“I did it for him!” the woman
cried. “I love him...”

“Isabella, just come with us.”

They started to approach her. She
ran her hands through her hair and I was in shock. She looked like me. Not
exactly like me but damn sure close enough. Close enough that it would confuse
people.

Confusion.

That’s what it was all about.

That’s what Jonathan had created
for everyone, right?

He kept authorities chasing their
own tails instead of ours.

Including this.

A capture at an airport.

It would ease the minds of
everyone. It would ease security.

They put the woman in handcuffs and
the group of men led her away.

That meant flying would be even
easier for Jonathan Black and me.

And it was proven true hours later
when we landed in Florida. There on the news was the story running of how
Isabella Grace, suspected murderer, had been caught. How she’d been arrested
trying to board an international flight. How she was now being questioned.

I looked at Jonathan and he stopped
walking, looking down at me.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” he said. Then he
mouthed
Isabella Grace...

We stood in the middle of another
airport and stared at each other. The news droned on in the background, talking
about me, talking about him. They tried to piece everything together. How the
ultra powerful billionaire must have been having some relationship with the
lonely, innocent office girl. How he must have brought her into his world of
wealth. How she must have grown jealous of her temporary stay there. And
somehow it all turned to murder.

I smiled.

And Jonathan smiled.

When we started walking again I
couldn’t wait to see what kind of car he had waiting for us. I wasn’t sure if
we’d go back to the normal billionaire lifestyle or not. Part of it bothered me
because it was fun to see him in suits. To have him tie me with a tie. To have
dominate my body.

But then Jonathan had yet another
surprise in store for me.

We weren’t leaving the airport.

We were getting on another flight.

-10-

Jonathan thrust deep and hard at
me, bringing himself to climax. I had lost my breath a long time ago and
managed to catch it in tiny waves. But I didn’t care. There wasn’t a thing I
could do about it. My wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bed. I was trapped,
naked, and being taken advantage of. I woke that way, cuffed and naked. The
room had been empty. He liked to play games like that.

When he finished coming, he slid
out of me and left the bed. He stood next to the bed, watching my body.
Watching me catch my breath. Watching the way my stomach moved. Watching how my
body looked with my legs still spread, the evidence of our sex coming out of
me. He touched my face and drew a line down my cheek. He touched my lips and
parted them.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Always
beautiful.”

He left the bedroom to take a
shower and I was left there, handcuffed to the bed.

We were somewhere on an island, far
away from life. It was perfect actually. It was everything Jonathan had worked
for and built. Nobody knew about Jonathan. Using a fake name, he managed to
pull off something I never thought possible. I felt like I was in the middle of
a movie, to be honest. After two flights and a long boat ride, we had our own
world to live in. We lived with whatever names we wanted. We visited other
islands via boat and Jonathan had a private plane parked at a small airport. It
gave us access to the world.

Jonathan emerged from the bathroom
and took the handcuffs off me.

I sat up in our bed -
our bed
- and looked at
him. He sat down, wearing a towel.

“I’m sure you still have
questions,” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

“Why don’t you shower and I’ll
answer them.”

“Can I leave the door open?” I
asked.

Jonathan touched my face again.
“I’ll tell you what I want. You obey, as always.”

“Yes, Mr. Black,” I said.

I stood from the bed and retreated
to the shower. I left the glass door open and admired the rich blue tile. It
was expensive. Everything was top of line, state of the art, certainly not
something used for a hideout.