It had been a little while since we were actually alone.
I wasn’t sure I felt completely safe. However, the thoughts of what had happened with the cell phone and the mysterious ‘K’ person vanished. They were replaced by my own body’s needs.
Jonathan slid my bra straps just past my shoulders before his hands came back down. His right hand moved over my left breast. He cupped me over my bra while his left his hand continued down until he found comfort in holding just below my ribs. The touch was hot and what he intended with his hand on my breast quickly became even hotter.
His fingers curled around and I could feel his nails reaching down and touching the outer circle of my nipple. I was so sensitive that I cried for him, ready to beg him to touch me. He pulled and then slowly turned his hand, digging at my tender breast. I looked down just in time to see my left breast become exposed. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, the wire of my bra, digging under my breast, but I will say that it looked sexy. Naughty. Dirty.
Exactly what Jonathan wanted from me and how he wanted me to feel.
Using just his pointer finger he tended to my nipple, moving up and down, flicking it a few times before drawing circles around it. I could feel my nipple throbbing as it couldn’t become any more erect.
“Mr. Black...” It was the only thing I could whisper.
Jonathan ignored me, knowing I had nothing to say. Which was true.
He then cupped my breast from underneath, leaving my nipple exposed. He had a firm grip, his fingers massaging me. I saw him lick his lips, his eyes intent on lust. The man could switch gears in his mind like nobody I’d ever met. And slowly, he had me becoming the same way.
I wanted him to taste me. I wanted to tell him to taste me, but I knew better.
My reward for silence came a second later when Jonathan casually placed his lips to my nipple. The kiss was sweet, with hints of romance, but then it quickly changed. As he opened his mouth and moved over my breast, his teeth scraped my nipple. The sudden jolt of pain made me jump and I groaned.
Jonathan pulled back and looked at me. “Good girl, Isabella Grace. I needed to know you were still alive... for me.”
“I am,” I said. “Mr. Black... I am.”
Jonathan took his hand from under my ribs and reached behind my back. Using just one hand and two fingers, he unsnapped my bra. With the rest of my body clothed and my senses at their climax, I focused on that small movement like I never have before. My body gushed and I moved myself against Jonathan, feeling him react to my subtle move. That’s when I looked at him and knew that he was going to pleasure me fully using just my chest.
I lowered my arms and my bra came off. Finally. Jonathan tossed it towards my shirt and then grabbed my sides. He pulled, forcing me towards him. I put my hands right back where they had been.
My breasts dangled a little in front of Jonathan’s face. He moved his hands up and cupped both my breasts. His thumbs were then sent into action, working in the same perfect rhythm as he touched my nipples. What really set the tone for me though was that he didn’t just focus on my nipples. Sure, they were the most sensitive part of my breasts. They were erect. They were somehow connected to my sex that burned. He focused on everything. While his thumbs moved along my nipples, the rest of his fingers dug into my flesh. All my nerve endings tingled, and the pleasure increased.
Jonathan moved his left hand up, his thumb the only finger touching me. He made a straight line up my neck and chin, not stopping until he reached my lips. I opened my mouth and Jonathan pressed his thumb against my tongue.
“Do it,” Jonathan growled at me. “Show me what your mouth can do...”
I groaned and closed my lips around his thumb. I began to suck on his thumb, my tongue swirling, my mind already creating the erotic scene where it wasn’t just a thumb in my mouth. My body believed the image and I started to move my lower half against Jonathan. He didn’t do anything and he didn’t say anything but I knew he had to feel it. He was rock hard, and I had positioned myself directly over him.
“Okay,” Jonathan whispered.
I opened my mouth and he took his thumb away from me. My eyes followed as he returned his hand back to my breast. When he touched my nipple with his thumb, the moisture made me shiver for a second, but when Jonathan exhaled a breath against my nipple, on purpose, I gripped my hands tighter to the seat and I moaned. My nipple was so erect it hurt, unable to do anything else at that point. My skin broke out in goosebumps. I thought of something to say, some way to beg Jonathan for relief, but he was already there.
His warm mouth came to my nipple and with just one lick of his tongue, the shivering pain switched to hot pleasure.
I shuddered as he tasted me, his mouth engulfing what he could fit. Every few seconds he would suck harder than he needed to, making sure I was teetering on the edge of pain. It was exactly what I wanted. His other hand caressed my other breast with the gentlest care, sending my body to the edge of climax. The gentle and rough mix left me gasping for air, staring down, watching as Jonathan enjoyed me. He switched positions, repeating the same motions to my other breast. Then he put both hands just under my breasts, gripping tight against my ribs again. His hands were so big and so strong, which I already knew, but he insisted on proving it to me again and again.
Jonathan exhaled a warm breath on my right breast. I shivered and my left breast started to ache, feeling left out. He put his nose to my right nipple and moved up, his tongue coming next with a hearty lick. He moved to my other nipple and began an erotic assault on my chest. He moved fast enough that both my breasts were in intense pleasure. I found my body reacting in a way I never thought possible and I had no choice but to press myself harder against Jonathan. When I moved, he groaned. I felt his definition line up between my legs. I found the perfect spot and gently moved, not wanting to make it too obvious how much I needed him.
He finally took his mouth off my chest and put his head back. His hands returned to my breasts and he pulled, wanting my mouth closer to his. I obeyed his request and when our lips touched I knew I was going to come. He opened his mouth and the kiss became hot, our tongues exploring familiar territory but it was still just as good as the first time.
As we kissed, his hands moved everywhere on my tender breasts, sometimes soft, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. His fingers would move over my nipples and he would squeezed them together, just enough to make me groan.
When he thrust up at me, that was all I could take. My body started to pulse and I cried for him, my voice cracking and whimpering.
Jonathan moved fast then, one hand going to the back of my neck and the other to my lower back. He held my mouth tight to his mouth and he refused to let my lower half move off him. I came with an orgasm so intense that I growled.
“Yes,” Jonathan said with his mouth an inch away from mine. “Yes...”
He moved again, now with lust burning in his eyes. His breathing was heavy as he grabbed me at my hips. He forced me off him. I stood, unsure what to do next. Jonathan made all the moves. He grabbed my pants and in a matter of seconds, he was stripping me of my pants. I looked down and watched myself become exposed to him, again. My panties held tight to my sex, my obvious wetness and orgasm making itself well known. I stepped from my pants and panties when I supposed to and then Jonathan turned me around.
That’s when my heart started to pound again.
“Don’t look back,” he said. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mr. Black,” I said.
I listened and heard the sound of a zipper. My lips quivered and my hands shook. The urge for him was maybe the most intense ever. I never had someone make me come just by touching my breasts, kissing them, kissing me. And now my sex needed to feel him. To have that final sense of relief.
When his hands touched my hips again, I cried out.
He guided me without a single word, bringing me down. I felt him, the engorged tip of his sex, and then he was inside me. It all happened so fast my
body had no chance of keeping up. His thick shaft dug its way deep into my body. I was sitting on him, not an inch spared. I throbbed and felt myself on the verge of climax again.
Jonathan began to move me, his grip digging and fierce as he held me. He took me to the speed he wanted and I kept it up for him, thrusting my lower half at him, not letting him leave my body, even for a second. The faster I moved, the harder he offered himself. The sex grew loud and intense, laced with a sense of worry from me and anger from him. I knew if I looked back at him - breaking his rule - I’d see a man possessed. His teeth gritting together, his eyes wide and intent on fucking me until he came.
And that’s how it felt to me. Each thrust moving with the erotic intent of ending what happened back at his father’s cabin. His need to hold the command over me and refusing to share it with anyone or anything, including my own thoughts. And I couldn’t help myself as I got lost in it too. I’d rather feel Jonathan’s perfect body pleasuring me than to think about the text message from ‘K’.
His hands slid up to my ribs, still holding me tight. He pulled me down harder now, my body crashing to his legs. Over and over, the thrusts were slower but more thorough. The tighter he held me, the closer he worked to his climax. His breathing became so intense I could feel his breath reaching my back.
“Isabella Grace,” he groaned and pulled me down.
His hands moved around to my chest and he pulled back as he started to climax. He was deep inside me and I rocked my hips, allowing my insides to grip him, hold him, moving with his release. I put my head back and closed my eyes.
Jonathan put his lips to my neck and shared his grunts with me as he came. His hands were tight on my breasts and my entire body shook with pleasure and exhaustion. I hadn’t expected such an incredible situation to happen when I came from the room. I was sexually exhausted, my body feeling tortured in the best way possible. My feet were barely touching the ground, my toes shaking from all my weight being forced to them. I had my mouth open but I had nothing to say. Jonathan still pumped at me, gradually getting slower but still offering all he could into me. Each time he did, I moaned quieter and quieter until finally there existed nothing but silence between us. The only sound was the one of Jonathan entering and exiting me.
When he finally stood me up, he held my waist for a few seconds, making sure I had my balance. I appreciated the subtle move because I probably would have stumbled and fell.
I turned just in time to watch Jonathan tuck himself away.
“You can get dressed,” Jonathan said. “I need to make some more phone calls.”
I stood and watched as Jonathan’s mind shifted from sex to business. Not for a second did we talk about what had happened at his father’s cabin and I began to realize we probably wouldn’t.
This was how Jonathan operated.
He moved at his pace, not the world’s.
And I was along for the ride.
-3-
There was one text message waiting for me when I checked the phone.
I hated myself for checking the phone but I needed to make sense of this. I felt too involved already, just by wearing John Black’s jacket.
When you’re finished, you’re just beginning. I’ll talk to you soon. -K
When I read it, my body shivered. It made me think that whoever this ‘K’ was had watched Jonathan and I. But that was impossible. We were in a private jet, high in the air. Nobody could see us. Nobody could get to us either. That’s why I fantasized about just landing the plane and starting over.
I touched the phone, thinking of a reply but I held off. This person obviously wanted to engage me. The best bet was to give the phone to Jonathan. Let him deal with it. I know he wanted everything back to normal. To fly into the city and pick up where he left off. Running his companies. Collecting his billions. Taking my innocence away and opening me sexually.
I grabbed John Black’s jacket and threw it to the bed.
I was done with the jacket.
I never wanted to wear it again.
I’d rather freeze to death.
Next, I threw the phone. It landed on the jacket and I stood there, thinking about it. I would just tell Jonathan that I wasn’t sure what to do. I panicked. I came from the room to talk to him and he ended up savoring my body, as I did the same for him.
That’s the truth.
Most of it.
The screen lit up.
I closed my eyes and shook my head.
Something told me it wasn’t going to be a good thing.
I stepped to the bed slowly and grabbed the phone.
I’ll come to you. If you say a word, I will kill him.
I didn’t have a second to digest the text message before another one appeared.
Before that, I’ll kill you. He can watch.
Now I had no idea what to do. Suddenly I felt trapped in the airplane. I wanted to be on the ground with a chance to run. I felt like we were flying into a problem. A big problem.
All I want is the money. And a chance to see Him again.
I had to reply now. I had to know more.
Who are you? Why should I believe you?
I’m sure ‘K’ could sense my fear through the electronic text, but what was I supposed to do? I had witnessed Jonathan murder a man in front of me. He basically killed another man too. I couldn’t handle murder anymore. There was too much happening around us right then. His father. The detectives. The cell phone...
You will believe me. You’ll be landing in approximately ten minutes. Then it’s off to His hotel. I bet you didn’t know he owned a hotel. He does. It’s beautiful. Much like you... He’ll tell you that...
I read the screen and any sexual enjoyment I had been granted from Jonathan was now taken away. I felt robbed by this person, and I hated it.
One last message came through.
Not a word. I won’t fuck it up like Rush and Cresh did... sweet dreams tonight. –K.
Now it was serious. This person - ‘K’ - knew about Oliver Rush and Peter Cresh. We thought nobody had seen Oliver Rush, but Peter Cresh had been watching. Had someone been watching in John Black’s cabin?
Before my mind could respond, the door opened and I dropped the cell phone.
Jonathan appeared with a stern face.
“We’re landing in about ten minutes,” he said.
My heart skipped a beat.
“We’re going to a hotel. It’s actually a hotel I own, right in the city. We’re better there. I have a bank meeting tomorrow...”
His voice started to drone on.
I resisted the urge to look down at the phone.
‘K’ wasn’t just serious. They were deadly. I feared the text messages and feared for myself and Jonathan.
“Isabella, are you okay?” he asked, snapping me out of my trance.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black. I just... I don’t want this jacket near me any longer.”
Jonathan looked at the bed and nodded. “I agree. Leave it. I’ll have them destroy it. Anything else we need to destroy?”
I shook my head.
Lying shouldn’t have been this easy. Not to Jonathan Black.
His eyes squinted for a second and I waited for him to question me. I waited for him to walk over to me and see the phone on the floor. I positioned my foot, ready to kick it if I had to.
He took a deep breath and nodded. “You’re going to enjoy the hotel, Isabella Grace. It’ll be a chance to relax, only while I’m out, of course. The rest of the time you’ll be under my command... my complete control... nobody to bother us...”
“Yes, Mr. Black,” I whispered.
He left the room and I whimpered.
I needed the phone.
I needed to keep it all from Jonathan.
Most of all... I needed to know exactly what was going on.
-4-
I had to put the cell phone in my bag and entrust that the people working for Jonathan Black would bring that bag to the hotel. Nor
mally, I wouldn’t care, but as I stepped from the private jet, I looked back, wondering what would happen if I missed a text message. Or if someone from Jonathan’s people looked through the bag, found the phone, and showed it to him.
All I wanted to do was protect Jonathan. I wanted to show him how much I trusted him. How much I needed him. I wanted him to know that other feelings deep inside me weren’t just starting to form, they were coming to life. When I closed my eyes and saw the image of him lying on the floor, out cold, I felt the need to die. A life without Jonathan Black alive would be a terrible life.
Jonathan held my hand tight as we walked from the plane to a black limo. It was parked at an angle and three men waited for us. They were happy to see Jonathan and equally happy to see me. I wasn’t sure if they knew who I was because I sure as hell didn’t know who they were.
One man opened the limo door for us.
“Mr. Black, great to see you,” he said.
“Likewise. Nice to be back home. Steady ground.”
Steady ground... made me think of his father’s secret entrance to the cabin.
“I don’t believe in steady ground,” the man said.
“That’s why you float all the time,” Jonathan said. “That’s why you’re still holding the door for me.”
The man closed the door and Jonathan looked mildly satisfied.
The limo drove and as we passed through an open chain linked fence, I noticed something strange. A small gathering of people, all watching the limo. It took me two seconds to see some were holding cameras, some carrying laptops. One person snapped a picture of the limo.
I turned to ask Jonathan about it and he touched my face.
“Back to reality,” he whispered to me. “Nothing to fear, Isabella Grace. This will be business as usual. Once I get this banking matter out of the way, we can travel somewhere. If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll take you someplace special.”
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