“It just scares me,” I admitted.
Jonathan puckered his lips. “Fear is for the weak. For the feeble who have given up on themselves.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have said that...”
“It’s okay to say it,” Jonathan said, “but we must fix it. You mustn’t fear a thing, Isabella Grace. We’re rich and powerful. We control the situations...”
We.
I loved hearing that word. It was like I had been accepted into Jonathan’s private world. He slid his hand across the table and took mine.
“These are the moments we’re going to look back on and laugh at. Laugh because the world thought it had us... but it never did. It never did...”
His grip tightened for a few seconds as his eyes burned at me.
I smiled, knowing how terribly fake it must have looked.
“Yet you still have worries. You need to be held, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said. “By you...”
“You need to be touched. You need to be reminded of what it’s like... I can see it, Isabella Grace. You’re a woman in desperate, crying need...”
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I said.
“I don’t,” Jonathan said, “right now.”
He took his hand back and pushed from the table. He then touched himself at his belt and I gasped for air.
What was he doing?
He opened his belt and began to pull it off his body. I watched as he rolled it up in his large hand. It made me think of his closet. The belts. The gun. My plan to murder Katherine.
He handed me the belt and I thought for a second I had been ousted. That he knew I was in his closet.
“That’s for you,” he said.
“For me?”
“I can see what you desire,” Jonathan said. “Hiding in your eyes. You need comfort, attention. You need to be tied up and reminded of my command.”
I looked at the belt as my body warmed over.
Yes.
It was exactly what I wanted and needed.
To be tied up and under Jonathan’s complete sexual control.
Yes.
-5-
Jonathan made me carry the belt through the restaurant, to the elevator, and to the hotel room. Once inside, he stopped and stepped in front of me. He took the belt out of my hand and let it unroll.
“Give me your hands,” he whispered.
I put my hands out.
He smiled.
He started to wrap the belt around my wrists and my heart raced. I was excited by the feel of the leather moving around and around, tighter by the second.
“How’s that?” he asked as he tucked it in place.
I knew better than to reply. I just stood and waited for the next command.
The next command wasn’t in word but in action. Jonathan took my arm and began to walk. He took me to the window first, standing there, my hands tied in the front. His hand touched my back, so gently and loving, creating a conflicting feeling deep within my body.
“Look at it,” Jonathan said. “The world awaits. The world wants to attack, but it won’t. We’ll never let it.”
There it was again. We. Implying Jonathan and I together. It was perfect. Everything I could ever wish for. More so, if he thought we were together then, I couldn’t wait until Katherine was dead at my hands.
Jonathan’s hand crept up my back and didn’t stop until he touched the zipper at the top of the dress. His fingers gripped it and he gently began to pull. As he did he moved behind me. He moved my hair to my left shoulder, exposing my neck and back for him. A moment later I felt his breath at my neck, then his lips.
“You taste perfect already,” he said. “Your silky, innocent skin.”
I wasn’t sure how innocent I’d be in the very near future…
Jonathan had the zipper halfway down my back and he stopped. His fingers touched my back, my bare skin. He moved slow, adding his second hand, climbing up and slowly opening and pushing at my dress. He forced the dress off my shoulders and I shuddered. Jonathan and I had already had each other in front of this window to show Katherine how he could fuck me. But now I was tied up. With his belt.
What kind of message was this?
Jonathan gripped my shoulders and pulled me back to him. I felt the hardness of his body, the muscular definition that could be felt even through his suit. I also felt the hardness of his cock, which he wasn’t afraid to make me feel. He thrust at me as he held my shoulders.
“Feel me,” he whispered.
“I do,” I said. “You’re hard, Mr. Black.”
“Rock hard,” he growled.
His tongue flickered at my right ear which was followed by a gentle kiss to my neck.
His hands moved down my back again and at my sides, he slid his hands around. The zipper tried to create resistance but it didn’t stop Jonathan Black. The zipper tried to open the best it could and when it couldn’t move anymore, Jonathan broke it. With the flick of his wrists, the tiny black zipper released.
His hands continued around my sides and then moved down my stomach. I was breathing heavily and it only got worse as Jonathan’s hand found comfort over my panties. He pulled again, keeping me tight to his body. He throbbed against me and his fingers curled, teasing me at my panties.
“Fucking perfect,” he said.
As his hands began to retreat, I groaned.
I hated it.
I didn’t want him to stop.
But he did.
His hands came back around and up my back to my shoulders. There he gripped again but this time he turned me. He turned me away from the window and gently pushed.
“We’re going to the bedroom now,” he said. “And I’m going to fuck you, Isabella Grace.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Mr. Black.”
“Good girl.”
His hands didn’t leave my shoulders as we walked to the bedroom. The door was open and the bed in sight. Right there in the middle of the room. The same bed were I had seen Jonathan’s black shoes pointing in the air. The same bed were I found him unconscious. The same bed where I assumed him to be dead. The same bed where he came back to life, came back to me.
And it was the same bed where I stood then, feeling Jonathan’s hands sliding down my body. He went down to my waist and squeezed.
“Bend over,” he commanded and I listened.
His hands then touched my legs, just below the dress. He gripped the dress and lifted it, fighting the expensive cloth as he needed to. Towards my hips, the dress became too hard and tight to move, but just like the zipper, nothing was going to stop Jonathan Black from getting what he wanted.
He growled and pulled at the dress, ripping it.
The feeling of the dress being ripped from my body turned me on. I shivered and moaned for Jonathan, knowing how bad he wanted me.
Finally, the dress was up, leaving a pair of black panties separating Jonathan from touching my bare, wet slit.
Jonathan then unzipped his pants and I moaned again. I knew what that meant. I knew what he was doing. My hands were tied by his belt, and I was bent over the bed. I wanted to look back but I wasn’t told to do so.
“Feel me,” Jonathan whispered as he presented his cock between my legs.
He pushed himself up, hard, against my panties.
It was pure torture.
“Fuck me,” he said. “Do it, Isabella Grace.”
I moved my body. I started to grind on him, rocking back and forth, adding as much pressure as I could. I felt the definition of this thickness through my panties, but it obviously wasn’t the same.
Jonathan then held my hips and guided me against himself, rubbing fast and hard. My fingers curled around the bed sheets and I whimpered. It felt so good... but it was such a tease. My toes curled too. My body wanted to come, but it refused without Jonathan inside me.
I was being tortured by Jonathan Black and my own body at the same time.
I cried out from the pr
essure and surging feeling as my nerves pinched, wanting more. Jonathan touched the top of my panties with his fingers. He ran his fingers along the top of my panties. When his fingers curled around my panties and began to pull, I thrust and moaned. They clung to me, my wetness holding them close to my slit. Jonathan pulled my panties down to my knees and stopped.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
I did.
As far as I could.
“More,” he commanded.
I fought against the resistance of the panties. My legs started to shake as I held them open. I opened my mouth to say something, to beg Jonathan to take my panties off, but all words were stolen when I felt his thickness touch me. The engorged tip of his sex rubbed at my tender hole. Jonathan pushed, opening me, allowing himself inside. He stopped when he was just an inch inside.
My body was tense, tight, ready.
“Isabella Grace,” Jonathan said. His hands touched my lower back, sliding to my sides, ready to have me. “I love you.”
Jonathan thrust forward, burying himself inside me. I cried out until there was no more air in my lungs and no more sounds to come from my mouth. He held me tight, not allowing me to move an inch. His cock throbbed inside me and I throbbed around him too. Pulling. Wanting. Needing.
I opened my legs some more and started to feel my panties tear.
“Yes,” he whispered, “yes...”
He pulled back and thrust forward again. Same slow speed but now with more force. I groaned this time and pulled with my right leg. My panties finally gave way. They slowly climbed down my left leg to my ankle and that’s where I stopped caring about the panties.
Jonathan started to fuck me, holding my sides tight, pumping faster by the second. The more he increased his speed, the more I tried to move my hands, finding the resistance from the belt he tied my wrists with. When I tried to gain any kind of balance I was pushed forward thanks to Jonathan’s forceful thrusts.
Jonathan’s hands opened and began to climb my body. His touch was too much to handle. I started to ache from deep within my core and when I started to come, there was no stopping it. The desperate throbbing and pleasure collided together. I cried for more, but he suddenly took his sex from me. My body was still moving, wanting him. I still came, the intense pleasure waiting for more.
Jonathan pulled at me, forcing me to stand. He turned me around as my body shook. My fingers were interlocked and squeezing. The feeling between my legs was incredible.
“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked with a sexy smile on his face.
“I’m... coming...,” I managed to whisper as my body ached.
“Well then...” Jonathan touched my legs and lifted my dress again. “You better hurry...”
He sat me on the bed and I opened my legs, looking down at my wet slit. My hands were tied at the wrists. I could use my fingers... if allowed.
“Mr. Black,” I said, “I need...”
“Go,” he said.
I hurried and touched myself. With my right hand, I used my middle finger to rub my sensitive sex. I moved faster in all directions, bringing back that intense sensations and allowing myself to finish. My entire body began to move and as I moaned I realized I wasn’t in control anymore. I couldn’t help it. I needed to let it all out. It felt too good.
Jonathan touched my shoulders and pulled at the dress. He forced it down my arms as far as he could until he had to stop me from touching myself.
“Isabella Grace... enough.”
One word. One command. I had to fight to follow it. It was hard to stop touching my wetness. The pleasure was too good and the need was too great.
But I did, as commanded.
Jonathan then pulled the dress down some more, exposing my breasts.
“Yes,” he said.
He came at me and I fell back to the bed. His hands took comfort at my breasts, holding them, massaging them. He guided his thickness back me and with one hard thrust, he was right back to where he was a minute ago.
His right hand stayed in place on my left breast, but his left hand played. He cupped under my breast. Using his thumb, he flicked at my nipple, teasing me. Then he used his thumb and pointer to squeeze at my nipple, bringing a stinging sensation that mixed with the pleasure between my legs. I moaned and thrust at him.
When Jonathan thrust again I felt his body thickening. He stared at me with his intense eyes and I could sense it happening. The rush between his legs. The need to climax. I moved with Jonathan, as fast as I could, wanting to feel it. His hands were both at my breasts again, squeezing harder than ever. I cried out for him and then listened to him grunting. All seconds before he came.
The rush came and poured inside my body. He continued to fuck me as he came, making the erotic mess hotter, wetter, and more pleasure filled. With each slow, deep thrust, I felt our orgasms mixing. When he finally pulled out of me for good, he grabbed the belt around my wrists and pulled. I sat up on the bed, my legs open, dress pulled up from the bottom, dress pulled down from the top with my breasts exposed.
“You really are amazing,” he said to me as he gently touched my face.
“Thank you, Mr. Black,” I whispered.
“Good girl.”
He grabbed at the belt and slowly took it off my wrists. His cock still hung from his pants as he did so, leaving me distracted and still turned on. He tucked himself away and put the belt back on his pants. He adjusted his shirt and tie, and just like that, he was back to his sexy, commanding presentable form again.
Watching him made me smile.
Jonathan Black was definitely a man worth killing for.
-6-
Waking to an empty bed scared me and surprised me all in the same breath. I was scared because the first thing I thought about was Katherine. I wondered what kind of evil hell she had spread the night before while the world slept. I wondered if she did anything to Kellen, to Mr. Denninbraugh, or to Jonathan Black. I worried she was coming after me. I knew it was no way to function in life, which is why if things went my way, it would end. Very soon.
I touched the empty spot on the bed in the midst of a mild panic but then heard the sound of the running water. I sighed and smiled, but then a wave of terror came over me again.
Could I even trust that?
It was a sickening thought. Hearing the water should have been proof enough that Jonathan Black was alive and well, but it wasn’t. Katherine was crazy enough to set up a scene for me to find. Perhaps she was the most wicked person in the world right then.
I walked across the hotel room with a bed sheet wrapped tight around my nude body. At the bathroom I listened for a second, not sure what I expected to actually hear. I opened the door as slow as possible. I didn’t want to disturb Jonathan Black or make him upset. When I saw his figure in the shower, I waited a few seconds to see if he moved.
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