“I’m always first in your mind,” Jonathan said. His voice was soothing, but nothing was soothing between my legs.
I was on fire. More wetness wanted out.
Jonathan came down and kissed my lips. He nibbled on my bottom lip and then said, “Remember that forever.”
I nodded.
Jonathan’s tongue slid into my mouth and my body thrust at him. My nipples wanted to feel his hard chest and of course, my slit needed relief and more pleasure.
That’s what Jonathan gave me. His kiss matched his sex, thrusting his cock and tongue at the same time. It felt penetrated everywhere and when he finally lowered his chest to mine, I started to come again. My hands released the grip on the and I grabbed for Jonathan’s hair and back. I needed him closer even though there wasn’t a centimeter of space between us.
“Fuck,” I whispered, losing all control of my emotions.
Jonathan refused to let up too, pumping me faster and faster. I didn’t just see and feel him now... I could hear it too. The pleasure matched the sound of Jonathan entering and exiting me.
“Come again for me,” Jonathan said. “I need you to come again. Make yourself so tight, I can’t hold it...”
I groaned and put my head back. Jonathan’s tongue appeared at my neck, licking and tasting my skin, all the way down to my breasts. When he lifted his body, we moved towards the end of the bed. I felt an instant difference when he got his feet to the floor. It gave him balance and the ability to thrust harder. My body bounced on the bed. It hurt but with each sting of pain came ten waves of pleasure. It stole my breath. I was left clawing for sheets again, needing stability.
Jonathan’s tongue switched between my breasts. He played. He teased. He nibbled. He bit. And he suckled. Feeling the strength of his mouth, pulling at my already tender nipple forced me to cry. If I didn’t cry out I would have cried tears. I finally found enough strength to look, to watch Jonathan work. By then he was standing, giving me a full view of his chiseled body. I looked at my breasts and groaned. My right nipple glistened from Jonathan’s spit. My left nipple was apple red and throbbing, the stinging sensation leaving by the second.
“I told you to come,” he growled.
“I am... I will...”
Jonathan wasn’t pleased with my answer. I watched as he put two of his fingers to his mouth and licked them. My eyes widened and he caught me.
“I have a better idea,” he said.
He wiped his fingers on the bed and then offered the same two fingers to me.
“Do it.”
I opened my mouth and licked his fingers. I closed my lips on his fingers and swirled my tongue. My body built and built with intense pleasure. He continued to fuck me, the thick, hard pressure leaving me ready to explode.
Jonathan pulled his fingers from my mouth and a couple seconds later, they were touching me. He touched my clit and pressed, watching the reaction on my face.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
He started to circle his fingers. He went for the kill and he got it. In a matter of seconds, my body started to throb. I reached a climax that lifted my body off the bed. Jonathan put his hand on my lower stomach and held me down, not allowing me to move. I cried his name but knew what he was doing. I wasn’t able to move and that put all the pressure inside me. As I came, I throbbed. Jonathan tried to keep thrusting at me yet he had no choice but to slow down. His mouth fell open and I caught the glimmer of a smile.
It was exactly what he wanted.
He fought my tightness with his body, always winning, but I didn’t make it easy to do so. I tried to tell him to hurry, if he wanted to come too, but my voice had been stolen by groans and random sounds.
“Perfect,” Jonathan said. “Oh, Isabella Grace... yes...”
He let the yes hiss around the room as he offered one last hard thrust, almost matching the intensity of the first one. He came deep within my body, still holding me down, his fingers now gently rubbing at my clit.
It was perfect.
He came over and over, each throb as fulfilling as the previous one. It was like Jonathan’s body couldn’t calm, couldn’t get enough... and certainly couldn’t give enough.
When he finished and slid from my body, he reached for his tie on the bed. He took it and straightened it out, then walked it to his closet, still nude. His thick sex bounced, glistening, still mostly hard. He put the tie away casually, as though he wasn’t naked.
He looked over his shoulder and said, “Sit up.”
When I did, I felt the rush of our sex trickling out of my body to my thighs. I shut my legs, savoring the feeling, keeping my hands on the bed just in case I needed to squeeze the sheets.
Jonathan came back to the bed a minute later, holding a towel in his hand. He didn’t position the towel over himself and as he stood before me, I was eye level with his flaccid cock. Even then, the sight of it was absolutely amazing. Long, thick, and I knew the potential of it.
He touched my head, his fingers back in my hair.
I looked up at him.
“Do we understand each other now?” he asked.
I swallowed and nodded. “Yes. I’m still sorry.”
“Don’t be. Hanging onto apologies is like reaching for something that isn’t there. It’s time to focus now, Isabella Grace. The fun is over.”
I nodded. I didn’t want the fun to ever end, especially since this was the first time since getting to the hotel that Jonathan looked at me when he had me. We saw each other, we connected, we savored.
“I’m going to shower first, then you. I need you fresh and beautiful. Not that you don’t look beautiful now…” Jonathan half smiled. “You have plans tonight.”
“With ‘K’?” I asked. My nerves tingled.
“Don’t worry about ‘K’. That time will come soon. Tonight, my precious Isabella, you have a date.”
“A date?”
I smiled.
A date.
Would Jonathan take me somewhere fancy? Somewhere he owned? Somewhere where we could be alone, in private?
“I wouldn’t waste your smiles right now,” Jonathan said. “You’ll need them.”
“For us?”
Jonathan traced a finger along my face.
“You’re going to get showered, dressed, and you’re going to have a wonderful evening with Kellen.”
-4-
I opened the bathroom door in a soft towel and Jonathan stood there holding a red dress that looked too shiny, too sleek, and way too small for my body. I didn’t dare utter a word about my concerns because his decision was final. I would squeeze myself in that dress no matter what it took. I tried to imagine how it would hug my body and I only wanted to imagine Jonathan seeing me in such a dress.
Not Kellen.
Not ‘K’.
Not anybody else.
I reached for the dress and Jonathan took it out of my reach.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“This,” he whispered. With a single finger, he pulled at the towel.
The weak fold I made at the top released and the towel fell to my feet. I was used to being naked in front of Jonathan but there were always those first couple seconds when my body would shiver with excitement. Nothing was ever guaranteed with Jonathan and being naked never implied sex.
He handed me the dress and walked behind me to the bedroom. I struggled and fought my way into the dress, without Jonathan’s help. The couple times I considered asking for his help, I saw the look in his eyes and knew he wanted to watch me struggle. He wanted to watch me bend and move, focus on my body, follow my curves, and that was just fine with me.
He did, however, have to zip the dress.
When he finished, he touched my shoulders and lifted my hair with his hands so he could kiss the very back of my neck.
“Put your hair up like this,” he whispered. “Show him everything he can’t have.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“Good girl. Go. Now.”
I managed to put my hair up and went back to the bedroom for Jonathan’s approval. He stood with his hands in his pockets and nodded. He put a hand out and guided me tight to his body. He took a deep breath and then backed away.
“My scent can’t be on you,” he said. “Not right now at least.”
“You talk as if Kellen can smell you... as if he’s an animal...”
“He is,” Jonathan growled. “A worthless animal.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jonathan turned and started to pace, his steps soft and controlled. I was the pawn again, but if it meant something could come to benefit Jonathan Black, I didn’t care.
“He’s going to want you because you want me,” Jonathan said. “That’s how this game works. He’s going to see you, watch you, and eventually he won’t contain himself. He’ll make sure I’m not around and then he’ll strike.”
“Strike?”
Jonathan stopped and looked at me. “He’s a persuasive man, Isabella Grace. He gets what he wants, but he has nothing. He’s earned not even the slime he runs through his hair each morning. It’s all been given because he’s taken something else to get it.”
I nodded. Somehow, it made sense.
“Get close but nothing I would disapprove of,” Jonathan continued. “No touching. Never. I don’t want you to touch him and I don’t want him to touch you.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“I want him to believe that he’s moving in on you. That he actually has a chance to take you away from me. When he goes home tonight, he’ll dream of you. Then he’ll hate himself... so much...”
Jonathan looked at me but he was seeing something else then. Something in his memory.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because. He’ll regret not trying harder to get you tonight. He’ll have to face the truth that you’re back here, with me. You’re in my room, in my arms, under my command. And that’s what Kellen wants the most, Isabella Grace. He wants my command.”
That made me smile. It would never happen. Even in death - if it came to it - Jonathan would have more command than anyone else in my life. The more Jonathan talked about Kellen, the more I realized I’d have to really pretend to be interested in Kellen.
“I want you to make this happen,” Jonathan said. “Turn his brain into the mush it really is. Crack that shell around him. He’s used to everyone giving in and giving up. I was the only person who could control him and he didn’t like it. I took something from him and he never forgave me or himself. Remember what I said about apologies?”
I nodded. I listened and hung onto everything Jonathan Black said. No matter what.
“That’s part of Kellen’s problem. He can’t let go. He can’t admit a mistake and walk away.”
“Have you made mistakes, Mr. Black?” I asked.
Jonathan let out a short laugh. I loved the sound of his voice. “No, Isabella Grace. I do not make mistakes. I make moments. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. Each moment I own and each moment takes me to the next.”
“I love how that sounds,” I said.
What a way to live. So open. So free. So commanding, even to himself. I imagined Jonathan had to be as hard on himself as he did to others. Just like before, when he was deep inside me, the look in his eyes and the way he thrust at me, he looked like he wanted to prove something to himself.
I hoped he did. I didn’t want to go anywhere but into his arms.
“With that said, my beautiful Isabella, it’s time.”
“He’s going to be downstairs?”
“Of course he is. Are you questioning me?”
“No, sir. Just curious.”
“Of course you are,” Jonathan said. “He knows I’m here. He knows you’re here... you know what he looks like...”
Jonathan’s lip curled.
I pictured Kellen’s perfect clothing, tall statue, and pristine looks.
“He expects to see me in turmoil,” Jonathan said, calming himself. “He expects to find me wallowing to you, Isabella. He wants to see me in pain, losing power, especially in front of you. It’ll make him feel good about himself... but there’s no chance of it. He’ll feel on top of the world when he sees you alone. And once you start looking around, looking worried, looking alone, he’ll come to you. He’ll play the card against me. And you play it right back.”
Jonathan looked miles away. Miles upon miles away. He touched his face and took a breath. His eyes were on fire. He oozed sexual passion and need... but deep within his eyes I could see pain and revenge.
Those two things alone didn’t bother me.
Those two things in a person didn’t bother me.
Those two things in Jonathan Black... well, they scared the hell out of me.
-5-
I sat at the bar, feeling uncomfortable. I hated the dress and hated that Jonathan Black wasn’t sitting next to me. I felt eyes upon me, non-stop, but not the set I was instructed to care for. Those who dared to get within speaking distance, I simply turned, showing them my bare back and neck, sending them away. The first few times it felt weird, but I got used to it. The attention was exciting... men looking at me, wanting me, and I’d go back upstairs to face the only man who could provide me with real pleasure.
Finally, I saw the doors to the hotel open and in walked Kellen. Two men appeared from behind him and stepped in, looking around the restaurant. They were dressed in black, screamed of yes-men, and then walked Kellen to his table. It was the biggest corner table in the restaurant, all for himself.
I could already sense the petty greed pouring from him. He sat with his arms out, expecting everything. And that’s what he got. Personal attention from a waitress and a waiter. The waiter seemed to take his order while the waitress received not-so-subtle touches. He was good looking but arrogant.
When he looked at me, our eyes locked and he smiled. I turned my head and tended to my drink. I drank a glass of blood red wine, nothing quite as extravagant as the wine upstairs, which was good because I didn’t want to end up drunk, talking to Kellen.
I felt his eyes burning on my back and neck, like lasers. It was time to start worrying. To lure him in. I looked around the restaurant and then bit my lip. I repeated the motion and as a man walked by, I touched his shoulder and politely asked the time. The time meant nothing but when he gave it to me and walked away, the fake smile I donned turned into a concerned frown.
The entire time, Kellen looked at me, everything working like Jonathan said it would.
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