His Taste (By His Command #7) (billionaire domination / erotic romance)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I shivered in the shower and began to wash myself.

  The shampoo and soap, a lavender and eucalyptus mix together, felt amazing on my skin and I loved the way it made my hair feel when dry. I didn’t dare to imagine the cost of such products but I enjoyed using them while I could.

  After I rinsed my body, I ran my hands through my hair, letting the extra water fall. I looked at Jonathan, hiding my emotions, and I touched my face. Then my neck. My fingers curled and I slowly ran down my own body, touching my breasts, my stomach, and stopped my fingers just above my sex. I curled my fingers some more, pulling at myself. I opened my legs a little and showed Jonathan my tender, pink skin.

  I was clean.

  All clean.

  For him.

  “Do it again,” he said.

  “Again?”

  “Your shoulder. Scrub it harder.”

  I nodded, remembering I had broken his rule.

  I washed again and when I saw the same look in Jonathan’s eyes, I did it again, scrubbing so hard that when I finished, my shoulder was raw red.

  “Perfect,” he finally whispered.

  He pushed from the sink where he had been leaning and stepped to the shower. He reached for my hand and just that touch alone caused a gush of warmth to come to me. Jonathan pulled and forced me to stand almost out of the shower. He touched my shoulder, circling around the red spot I had inflicted upon myself.

  “Now, maybe you’ll listen to the rules,” he whispered.

  His lips touched my shoulder in a delicate kiss.

  “Yes, Mr. Black, I will.”

  “Good. Because you and Kellen are going to have a second date. Now come out of the shower and pleasure me.”

  He backed away and my body felt tangled.

  Jonathan left the bathroom and I counted to three before stepping from the shower. Those quick seconds gave me the chance to regroup and find both strength and balance to exit the shower and prepare myself for him. I dried and wrapped the towel around my body. Of course, I didn’t have clothing in the bathroom with me and that left me no choice but to walk to the bedroom and find Jonathan.

  As I walked through the hotel room I noticed the curtains were still closed. That was a good thing but it did nothing as my mind wondered if ‘K’ was still watching us, even with the curtains closed.

  At the bedroom I expected to see Jonathan naked, getting naked, or getting ready for me. He wasn’t naked and he wasn’t getting naked. He was, however, busy. He had a black tie draped over his shoulder. Standing at one side of the bed, I watched him tie a tie around one of the bedposts.

  “Just getting ready,” he said as he started his walk to the other side.

  My shock left me voiceless. Jonathan took the tie from his shoulder and repeated the process. He tugged on the tie and nodded. Then he turned to me and took the tie he wore off, and started to strip himself of his buttoned down shirt. His body made my mouth water.

  “Towel. Drop it.”

  I nodded and pulled the towel from my body. Everything remained the same as in the shower. My nipples throbbing, my center warm and damp, the results of Jonathan Black and his command.

  “The bed.”

  I stepped towards it and climbed, going to my hands and knees, leaving myself exposed from the back. I crawled on the bed, feeling Jonathan’s eyes staring at me. I looked over my shoulder, throwing my wet hair to the side. My pussy ached for Jonathan and he stepped towards the bed. His large hands touched my ass, rubbing and cupping me. He groaned and then pushed.

  “Turn around and put your hands up.”

  I did as told and began to shake. My back now to the bed. My body was so tender. I was naked. Jonathan only topless. He moved to the side of the bed and took my left wrist, tying it into the tie. The silky knot was tight and harsh on my wrist but I managed. Again, Jonathan walked slow and with confidence, a confidence that poured so much out of him, it made Kellen look foolish.

  Jonathan tied my other wrist and then climbed the bed. He wasted no time moving over me, just below my breasts. I let out a whimpering cry. He wasn’t going to have sex with me. He wanted another kind of pleasure.

  He reached down and unzipped his pants, not speaking a word, not breaking his stare. I broke the stare to watch as Jonathan retrieved himself, pulling his thick shaft out of his pants. He released his hold and let it stand there, hard and throbbing, ready for my enjoyment.

  “You know what to do,” he whispered moving towards my mouth.

  His hands slapped against the wall and as he looked down at me, he positioned his cock to my lips. He gently touched me and teased me. I let my tongue explore the tip of him, circling the best I could, barely able to make a circle around his immense girth. He then thrust, forcing his thick tip into my mouth. My lips had no choice but to be tight, my mouth already running out of precious room. But I knew Jonathan would find a way to make more room.

  I took deep breaths, wanting to relax, accept Jonathan inch by inch. When my mouth was literally full he paused and groaned. He reversed his motion, taking his time sliding out of my mouth. I could already feel saliva trickling down my mouth. That’s when Jonathan came at me again. I moaned and jumped, not expecting the sudden thrust.

  “Relax,” he said. “I’m going to savor you... and you’re going to savor me.”

  I could see Jonathan’s body tightening as he started to pump at me. It started slowly, in and out of my mouth, every few seconds, pushing himself deeper, bringing me close to letting out a gag. But he never did. He forced me to trust him, and with that, I relaxed. I let him enjoy my mouth and I enjoyed it in return. Even when the pace started to grow faster, my breaths feeling shorter and less frequent, I closed my eyes and stayed with him. He reached an ultra fast pace, taking my breath, and when I reached my climax, the point where my instinctive need to breathe and survive was about to kick in, he pulled out of my mouth and took a break.

  I gasped for air, over and over, as Jonathan stared at me.

  “I’m going to come now,” Jonathan said.

  Before I could make a sound, he was back at my mouth. I accepted him again, moaning as long as I could, wanting the sound vibrations to torture him.

  He started to slow again but picked up his pace faster this time. He reached his speed and I handled it. I felt his cock thickening and becoming more rod like, leaving no room for air and no room for my tongue to do a thing.

  He grunted and his hands became fists, punching the wall with a one-two hit. He sped up and then climaxed with a deep thrust, just like our sex before. I felt him release deep in my mouth, his orgasm pouring down my throat. With his cock still in my mouth, Jonathan untied my wrists. I let my hands fall. He slid himself from my mouth and stepped from the bed, tucking himself away. I licked my lips as I caught my breath.

  “That’s how you deserved to be touched,” Jonathan said. “Not with the casual tease of a finger. Someone with the intention to trick you or hurt you, Isabella. You deserve the intention of pleasure... rest peacefully tonight.”

  Jonathan left the bedroom and I let out a quiet cry. I had just gotten to pleasure Jonathan Black yet my mind was back to Kellen. I thought about what Jonathan wanted, what he demanded. A second date. What would be the rules then? What would I do?

  I wanted it to end.

  Worst yet, each time I heard Kellen’s name or looked in Jonathan Black’s eyes, I thought of ‘K’... the greatest threat was still lurking...

  -7-

  Night came and went with the morning greeting me yet another empty bed and a heart full of emotion. Just once, I wanted to wake next to Jonathan or feel his arms around me. I wanted to those precious early moments of the day together, staring hopelessly into each other’s eyes, teetering on losing control and letting the morning waste as we enjoyed the company of each other’s bodies.

  Nothing about Jonathan Black was hopeless and probably never would be. I considered the possibility that perhaps Kellen was hopeless. The image of him next to me in bed - let a
lone actually near me - made me cringe and shiver. I stood from the bed still naked and dressed in a thick robe to leave the room. I found Jonathan hard at work.

  Two men stood near the door of the hotel room and a third man stood face to face with Jonathan. For a second I thought an altercation was about to break out but when Jonathan saw me, he smiled. A full smile. A salesman kind of smile.

  That kind of smile, even on Jonathan, I didn’t like.

  “This is Mr. Denninbraugh,” Jonathan said. “He’s a banker and investor all the way from Connecticut, here to talk to us, Isabella Grace.”

  “My pleasure,” the man said, his voice deep with the touch of a southern accent. Certainly not in the demographic of Connecticut, but I smiled, trying not to worry about the small details that could wind up killing someone.

  “I must apologize,” I said, surprising myself how etiquette friendly I sounded. “My appearance... I didn’t realize this meeting...”

  “Oh, no, no,” Mr. Denninbraugh said. “This is completely informal.”

  Judging by the expensive suits on Jonathan Black and Mr. Denninbraugh, it seemed like the most formal meeting in the world.

  “It’s okay,” Jonathan said, “Isabella had a sickening kind of date last night.”

  “Bad food?” Mr. Denninbraugh asked.

  “I hope not,” Jonathan said, “I own the hotel and restaurant.”

  “Of course you do,” Mr. Denninbraugh said and smiled.

  “More along the lines of bad company,” Jonathan said. “The kind of thing that just makes you sick. I’m sure you understand. And Isabella here is just getting wet in my business...”

  Jonathan didn’t say getting my feet wet, he just said getting wet. And he looked at me, knowing what he meant and how he meant it.

  “I do hope you feel better,” Mr. Denninbraugh said.

  “I already do,” I said. “Nothing a little sleep and coffee won’t fix.”

  “Ah, yes, coffee.”

  “Have some downstairs,” Jonathan said. “Pristine quality. The perfect beans. The perfect cup.”

  “I will,” Mr. Denninbraugh said. “I will take advantage of all I can. Considering our arrangement.”

  Both men laughed and then shook hands. It was a hand slapping, vicious handshake. They held tight and shook fast, much longer than a normal handshake. Mr. Denninbraugh turned, adjusted his tie, and nodded to the two men at the door. They hurried to open the door and escort him out.

  The door shut and Jonathan looked at me.

  “I have a long day of business,” he said.

  “Who was that?”

  “A man who is going to help me with a side project,” Jonathan said. He waved his hand at the door. “Nothing more than a greedy pawn I’ll move along my board. I always win, always.”

  “He seems shady,” I said.

  “Everyone is,” Jonathan said. “Even the most trained...” He raised an eyebrow, hinting at my disobedience about the text messages.

  I made no comment and retrieved a cup of coffee. It was the best coffee I ever had, spoiling my tastebuds for life. Then again, I hoped I would never have to resort back to a different kind of coffee.

  If I could only keep Jonathan Black satisfied enough.

  “You’re leaving for the day?” I asked, hating to know the answer he’d give me.

  “Of course,” he said. “Time operates twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, right?”

  I nodded. I sipped my coffee.

  “I do the same,” Jonathan said. “While the rest feel they’ve earned a break or deserve something that isn’t there, I’ll be ahead of them, as intended.”

  Jonathan checked his cufflinks and walked to the kitchen in a hurry. He moved so fast that I actually backed up. It was my natural reaction and Jonathan loved it. His body pressed against mine and he inhaled me. I couldn’t imagine anything smelled good on me at that exact moment since I had just woken up and had been drinking coffee.

  He touched my jaw and exhaled. His lips touched mine for a second and then he backed away.

  “My advice,” he said, “is to rest, relax, and be ready for Kellen. I do have a few more rules for you to follow.”

  “Of course,” I said.

  “I actually expect you to think about Kellen,” Jonathan said. “As much as it makes me sick to ponder, that’s what you’re going to do. I want him to want you so desperately, Isabella Grace, more than any person he’s ever thought about in his life.”

  And that’s how Jonathan left me. For hours, he was gone, conducting business. The more time that passed, the more the thoughts drained on me. I wasn’t sure what to expect from Kellen let alone what Jonathan wanted me to do.

  For as long as he was gone, the second Jonathan walked back into the hotel room, it felt like it was all of ten minutes. I couldn’t explain, how my body and mind were so thrown off. I had already showered but waited for Jonathan to choose my clothing.

  “You’re leaving in five minutes,” he said. “Kellen is downstairs, siting alone, waiting for you.”

  “You saw him?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You talked to him?”

  “Are you supposed to ask me questions?” Jonathan boomed.

  I stiffened and shook my head.

  “He’s there, waiting. You go now. To start, I want you to sit with him, bring him in. He’s thinking about you, thinking about last night. All is not lost here.”

  I rushed to get dressed, choosing something between formal and casual, shirt and pants that were more comfortable than the dress from last night and definitely covered up a lot more.

  Jonathan took a look at me and approved.

  “Are there rules?” I asked.

  “He’s going to touch you,” Jonathan said. “Be prepared to repeat what you did...”

  The shower.

  I nodded.

  “I want to know what he’s working on next,” Jonathan said. “So I can tear it away and destroy it. I want to destroy it all and make it my own.”

  “Yes, Mr. Black.”

  We stared at each other for what felt like hours. I eyed Jonathan up and down, memorizing everything of his again. A man of power and a man of chiseled and intense perfection, like nothing I’d ever encountered. Even after all our time together it still amazed me to look into his eyes and feel that intense feeling.

  I’d die for Jonathan Black and the look in his eyes told me he felt the same about me.

  “I better go,” I whispered.

  He nodded.

  I turned and opened the door. Jonathan called for me.

  “Isabella Grace, we’re going to be so happy together...”

  -8-

  He sat at the same table but in a different suit. Yesterday’s was black with an off-white undershirt and black tie. Today, Kellen went for a brighter look with a blue suit, black and blue stripped tie, and a baby blue undershirt. Something about it made him look younger than he already looked. The color of his eyes spoke to that youthfulness but with each step I took towards him, closing the gap of my comfort zone, his eyes had more and more power. It didn’t surprise me that Kellen used his good boy looks to bring people in and his business sense and power to keep them close.