“What’s his name?” I asked.
“The doctor?”
I nodded.
“Dr. Ace,” Ace said.
He flickered a quick smile and raised an eyebrow.
Message received, I thought to myself.
Everyone in this little secret operation must have shared the same name. That way nobody could ever be tracked down, point a finger, do anything to blame someone. And it all revolved around Jonathan Black.
“Without you, I don’t think he’d survive this time,” Ace said.
He stood from the couch as the words really hit me.
“Wait a second,” I said. “You said... this time... meaning what?”
“Meaning this time, the present,” Ace said. “Don’t look too deep, Isabella Grace. There’s dead ends everywhere around here. The only way out, the only way to live is behind the door where you came from.”
Ace bent down for a second and pulled out a blanket from under one of the side tables. He let it fall open and handed it to me.
“I’m not cold,” I said.
“But you’re tired. Let time and Dr. Ace do their job. I’m sure you’ll have enough of a job to do when he’s back to normal.”
“Is that so?”
“Isabella Grace... Katherine tried to take him, from the world, from you. You think he’s going to wake up in a good mood?”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“Now rest. If you need anything, there’s a cell phone under the couch. Call me.”
Ace collected the stuff he had taken off and left the room. I hesitated for a few minutes on what I should actually do. I sat holding the blanket to my chest and stared at the closed door.
What was actually happening back there?
Was he going to live?
Where the hell was I?
The thoughts pounded at me over and over until I finally decided to rest me head and heart for a few minutes. I climbed the couch and put the blanket on my body. It was the most comfortable blanket and couch combination I had ever felt in my entire life. It was like resting on a cloud and within minutes my eyes were shut and didn’t open.
If I had any dreams they weren’t strong enough to remember.
I felt something touch my shoulder and I groaned.
I didn’t want to open my eyes and be taken away from the comfort of the couch. But at the same time my mind yelled at me to wake up.
Something must have happened with Jonathan Black.
Something could be wrong.
Something could be right.
All at once I thought about everything he had said to me... right down to his last words...
I love you.
It shook me to my core. I wasn’t sure what it meant or if Jonathan Black really meant to say it.
“Isabella Grace.”
I heard his voice and held my eyes shut as tight as I could. I wanted to go to him in my dream. I wanted to be with him in my dream. I wanted to feel it all and experience a place where love conquered everything else.
But I was being shaken and I heard my name again and again.
“Isabella Grace... please...”
I rolled to my back and opened my eyes.
And there he was.
Jonathan Black.
Sitting on the edge of the couch.
Looking normal.
Healthy.
Sexy.
Looking like he normally looked.
I sat up and let out a small cry.
“Jonathan,” I whispered and threw my arms around him. “You’re okay.”
“Of course I am,” he said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“How long has it been?”
“Twelve hours. We have to leave, preferably now.”
“Leave... you realize... Katherine...”
“We do not speak the name,” Jonathan bellowed at me. His eyes lit up and his nostrils flared. He looked ready to kill someone. “Leave it as you knew it once before.”
And just like that, Katherine became ‘K’ again.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ve just been so scared...”
“Of course you have,” Jonathan said. He placed a finger to my lips. “I never once doubted your existence and care for me, Isabella Grace. But I’m fine. And we have work to do.”
“Work?” I whispered, Jonathan’s finger lingering at my lips.
“Yes. To stand idle is to forgive. And I never forgive. Nor do I forget.”
Before I could speak another work, the door opened and the doctor joined us.
Dr. Ace.
“Mr. Black,” he said. “I would have preferred you to stay in the room.”
“And I’m sure you’d prefer to be paid,” Jonathan said.
Dr. Ace smiled. “Who doesn’t?”
“I had to come see her,” Jonathan said. “To make sure she was alive.”
“I told you she was.”
“I just had to see.”
“I understand.” Dr. Ace opened a folder and examined it. “Your bloodstream is clear now. Nothing leftover and no side effects. Another hour away and you would have had permanent damage. At least we knew what we were dealing with this time.”
“This time?” I whispered.
I was tired of hearing this time.
“I was poisoned once before,” Jonathan said. “By my father.”
I gasped.
I thought about John Black, Jonathan’s father, and it made my lip curl. He was a cruel man, and while he sat in prison for two murders he didn’t commit, I still didn’t trust him. Not for a second.
“Your father...”
“He thought he could stop me,” Jonathan said. “And he was very wrong.”
“Also very stupid,” Dr. Ace. “If I may say that...”
“I don’t mind,” Jonathan said.
“He used the same poison this time.”
“It wasn’t my father,” Jonathan said.
That’s when everything started to click for me. Katherine had gone to see John Black. That’s how she put the cell phone into his coat pocket... the coat then ended up on me when we left John Black’s secret cabin. She must have taken something else with her, something to kill Jonathan Black with.
“Old friend?” Dr. Ace asked with a smile.
“The price of business,” Jonathan said.
“You were lucky,” Dr. Ace said. “We knew what to do and how to it. Much faster this time.” Dr. Ace looked at me. “The response came at the right time too.”
“I would have been faster,” I said. “But... she... Kath... ‘K’... she...”
“It’s okay,” Jonathan said. His finger rubbed my lips. “It’s okay.”
“I’m sure you two need time alone,” Dr. Ace said. “I just wanted to check on you and... sort of give you a warning.”
“A warning?” I asked. “What does that mean?”
“Relax,” Jonathan said again.
I noted how annoyed Jonathan appeared to be. I’d have to tone it down, but that was kind of hard to do when I wanted to jump him and tear the suit of his body and let my tongue heal his body.
“Your body is still feeling it,” Dr. Ace. “I know you feel alive and ready to do whatever you have to do. I’m not going to tell you what to do, Mr. Black, but I’m just suggesting that perhaps while you are on the plane, you rest. You rest until you land. You take it easy for twenty-four hours or so. And if you do fall asleep or rest and you feel extremely tired, don’t panic, it’s just your body fully recovering.”
Dr. Ace smiled, but as Jonathan Black stood from the couch, the smile faded fast. Jonathan looked down at the doctor. He was so command. So beautiful. So perfect. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but it was obvious of the pain and anger bubbling in his system.
“Doctor,” Jonathan said, “have you ever had someone try to kill you before?”
“Yes, actually. A patient once stabbed me because I didn’t have favorable news.”
“Did you kill the patient?”
; “Of course not,” Dr. Ace said. “I understood their position.”
“Okay. Well, I, like you, understand my potential killer’s position. However, unlike you, I’m not afraid of death. And I’m not afraid of dealing with death.”
Dr. Ace’s face turned white and he slowly backed up. He went into the room he had come from and Jonathan turned to me. His hands were instantly against my waist. He pulled me close to him and groaned.
“Isabella Grace, I’ll never leave you,” he whispered.
“I know that,” I said. “I never thought...”
His lips came to mine, kissing me.
His hands were tight.
Aggressive.
Ready.
“I can’t wait to get you on that plane,” he said.
And just like that, my life felt whole again.
-5-
The private jet took off and Jonathan Black took my hand. My body tingled and ached at the same time. He led me to the bedroom and when the door opened, he pushed me inside. I stumbled and found balance on the side of the bed. I couldn’t be mad at the aggressive side of Jonathan Black. It turned me on. I liked him aggressive, wanting me, pushing me, showing hints of needing me.
He shut the door and locked it.
As he walked towards me, his eyes locked to mine.
The room was cozy and comfortable and every few seconds I felt the plane jump ever so slightly, reminding me that we were high in the air. We were safe from all the dangers that waited.
Jonathan stood before me, his hands at his side, his eyes staring down at me.
“You saved me,” he whispered.
“No. You told me what to do.”
“You obeyed.”
“I always do. I always will.”
“I believe that,” Jonathan said.
That alone was a major compliment coming from Jonathan Black. My body shivered again and everything felt desperate in my body. My hands shook. My breasts were tender. My nipples were hard. My stomach fluttered. My legs were weak. And between my legs... wet and throbbing. I felt as though Jonathan hadn’t been there in years...
Jonathan touched my face and his hand slid around to the back of my head. He squeezed and pulled. I moaned, waiting for more.
“I’m going to reward you for listening,” he said.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Make me feel everything,” he said.
His other hand touched the zipper on his pants. That’s when my eyes went wide. My mouth became insatiably hungry. I licked my lips. Yes, this was what I wanted. To taste Jonathan Black.
His zipper slid down and his hand moved into his pants. His grip on the back of my head tightened and as he produced himself, I parted my lips, ready for him. It never failed to amaze me at how long and thick Jonathan Black could be. He moved his hand away and let himself just stand there... his perfect sex hard and waiting for me. The definition of the tip looked soft and delicious while his shaft had the hardness and capabilities of orgasmic aggression.
I started to move my legs to rub myself. It was a desperate move but I didn’t care. I needed to feel it. I needed to feel everything.
“Taste me, Isabella Grace,” Jonathan said. “Make me feel alive again.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
I kept my lips parted as Jonathan grabbed the base of his shaft. He pressed his tip against my soft lips. He groaned and moved himself left to right, rubbing against my lips. I kept my lips steady, staring up at him. I then started to close my lips, kissing the head of his cock, over and over, showing him the love and care he deserved. I opened my mouth a little more and let my tongue come forward. The tip of my tongue tasted the tip of his hardness. I made circles, I flicked, anything I could think to do to drive him wild.
Finally, his hand on the back of my head slid down to my neck and he squeezed hard. A jolt of pain shot through my neck and spine. As I cried out, my mouth opened and Jonathan thrust himself into me. My cry quickly became a moan as I tasted his shaft as he forced it deep into my mouth. My hands touched his legs and I wanted more. Jonathan eased deeper into my mouth, testing boundaries that left my eyes watering and my heart pounding. My body wanted to fear he would go too far but my mind trusted him with my life. My mind had to convince my body to stay relaxed enough to continue to pleasure him.
I finally felt relief when he slowly pulled himself out of my mouth. Right down to the tip of his perfect sex, he left my mouth. He kept himself an inch from my mouth, listening to my shaky breathing as I tried to catch my breath and calm myself.
“Your turn,” Jonathan said.
He took his hand off his shaft, leaving me to do what I needed and wanted.
My hands - and mouth - eagerly went to work.
My left hand took the place of Jonathan’s hand on the base of his shaft. I held him, squeezed him, and teased him. My other hand held the rest of Jonathan’s shaft and I stroked him from the tip down to where my other hand was. I felt the hard thickness of his shaft and the thick, tenderness of his tip. It drove my body wild.
Jonathan played with my hair, taking handfuls, ensuring my hair wouldn’t get in the way. I opened my mouth, moved one of my hands, and started to taste Jonathan again.
My tongue took the lead, licking the bottom of his shaft all the way around to the top. I swirled and moved as fast as I could, flicking and licking, watching Jonathan’s face. His body tightened each time I did it. I finally slid my lips over him, stretching my mouth as wide as I needed to. I remained at the tip of his thickness, going faster and faster, knowing it was the most sensitive spot on his body. He groaned and thrust at me, just once, telling me he wanted more.
I closed my eyes and slid him into my mouth. My other hand started to stroke Jonathan. I wanted all of him to feel pleasure and enjoy what I had to offer. I quickly found myself moving into a rhythm, my lips and hand working together over and over. When I came down deep enough that I felt my lips touch my hand, I moaned. I eventually opened my hand and started just using my pointer and thumb as a circle. I went as fast as I could. I wanted to taste his release and show him how much I still needed him.
Then and forever.
I moved faster, maybe faster than I ever had before. I moaned as much as I could, my hands slowly making their way to Jonathan’s pants. I gripped his pants and started to pull at him. I realized the move was more commanding than he probably cared for but I didn’t care at that moment.
Jonathan twisted his hands still holding my hair, making me cry out. He then pulled me away from him. He obviously wasn’t done so I just sat there, stuck between staring at his face and at his cock.
He whispered. “On your back, right now.”
I fell back to the bed, staying somewhat up on my elbows so I could watch Jonathan touch me. He lifted my shirt, his warm hands touching my warm skin. His hands were under my shirt and he went up to my breasts. He forced his fingers and hands under my bra so he could touch me. As he held my breasts he thrust at me. I never wanted to be naked so bad in all my life.
“I love the way you feel,” he said.
His hands then slipped away from my breasts, my bra, and my shirt. The tips of his fingers ran down my stomach to the button on my pants.
“Now I want to love the way you taste.”
I shuddered and moaned. Jonathan wasted no more time getting to what he wanted from me. He took my pants off and threw them across the room to the door. His hands touched above my knees, sliding up my legs. His thumbs eased their way between my legs and he rubbed my tender center over my panties. I cried out and thrust, wanting more. The rest of his fingers joined and he slowly gripped the center of my panties and pulled from there. I felt his knuckles rubbing against my moist skin and I gripped the bed sheets. I was ready to explode already but I couldn’t. I needed to wait, until it was okay to come.
My panties slid off my body and the second I was able to, I spread my legs for Jonathan Black. It felt so good, so natural and so right.
Jonatha
n moved to his knees before me and my mouth fell open. His lips touched the inside of my right leg. And with a single gentle kiss, my body ached for him even more. He moved to the other leg and let the tip of his tongue touch my leg. There he drew a straight line down... down... down... until he flicked at my pussy.
It was just a single flick but for all my body knew it was hours worth of pleasure.
It was that good.
He paused and stared up at me. Those few seconds were almost the most intense few seconds of my life. Dangling between pleasure, orgasm, and need.
He moved at me again, kissing between my legs and allowing his tongue to touch me some more. The faster his tongue moved, the harder I held onto the bed sheets and the louder I cried. Jonathan wasn’t just trying to taste me, he was going for the erotic kill. He wanted me to come. His lips were delicate as they touched me. At my clit, he closed his mouth and suckled, allowing the wet sound it made to echo through the bedroom on the private jet. Not to mention my hopeless cries of need and passion. I couldn’t control myself at that moment. I thought about how close Jonathan Black had been to dying, never coming back to touch me, kiss me, make me come.
I thrust at him, wanting more.
Jonathan gave me more. His tongue moved faster, more calculated. He knew right where to lick, where to suck, and how hard to do it. His hands were between my legs, holding me wide open. His thumbs teased me, massaging just outside of my sex. Everything began to collide at once.
Seeing him.
Feeling him.
Wanting him.
Needing him.
My body shook and I groaned one more time. The groan lasted until my breath was stolen by my climaxing orgasm. The rush of pleasure came and didn’t stop. It rushed through my body, over and over, pulsing in every vein. As I started to come, my body rocked as hard as it could. Jonathan gripped me tight, forcing me not to move, wanting his tongue to be the only thing that made the orgasm that intense.
He continued to pleasure me, over and over.
I couldn’t tell when the orgasm was going to end. When I found my breath, I simply just started to whimper. It was the only sound that could come out of my mouth.
Then Jonathan moved away from me.
It was so sudden and my body wasn’t done yet.
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