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

by Ana W. Fawkes

  -2-

  I sat on the bed, still holding the tie, watching Jonathan casually approach me. My body longed for him and whatever punishment he had in store for me. I should have been scared and maybe during a first meeting with the powerful Jonathan Black I would have been scared, but by then, I needed him... and it.

  He sat next to me and for the smallest second, it felt right and normal. Like we were a couple catching up after a long day of work. I pictured him slipping his arm around me, hugging me, holding me, allowing me to explore my wild side as I would seductively unbutton his shirt and kiss down his body. It pained me to think that, wondering if such a tender yet passionate moment would ever exist between us.

  Jonathan touched my hair, his long fingers caressing.

  "I know you'll understand," he said. "Now give me the tie."

  I handed it back to Jonathan. He rolled it open and stood from the bed. He turned, facing me, and my mouth began to water. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to taste his body and his desire. I wanted to show him what I could do to earn my trust back.

  Instead, Jonathan placed the tie against my face, covering my eyes. My sense of smell instantly kicked into overdrive. His musky scent made my nose throb, causing me to sigh with a sense of relief.

  I didn't think Jonathan liked it very much because as he tied the tie behind me, he pulled right with a gentle grunt. The feeling was anything but gentle. I groaned and swore I could feel Jonathan smile.

  "There, now you're ready."

  "For what?" I asked.

  No reply came.

  My body tensed.

  My ears listened intently, trying to pick out the slight sound of movement or breathing.

  I received nothing of the kind, left in a terrible silence.

  "Mr. Black?"

  Again, he didn't respond.

  Then it occurred to me what he was doing... leaving me in the dark.

  Leaving me to feel nothing, but expecting everything. Unsure of what would happen next.

  I hated it.

  I hated it as much as Jonathan probably did when he saw the text messages on the phone. Knowing a portion of the world moved without him. The feeling of having power ripped away.

  "Please... I'm sorry..."

  Still, nothing. The silence was horrible. I felt like I could cry. I envisioned Jonathan walking out of the room. Leaving the hotel. Forever.

  I started to panic, feeling the urge to grab the tie and remove it. My fingers twitched and teased me to do so. To know Jonathan Black's presence still existed.

  I felt my right hand lifting.

  A growl echoed around me and my head turned to the left. It was Jonathan's voice, his growl. I smiled, thinking I had him, but my mind told me the sound came from the right. I turned my head again and then my mind said look straight.

  I was in panic made again within seconds.

  I knew how I could get him to do something without touching the blindfold. I wanted to get to him but not fully disobey him. He was fragile, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Of course, I was more fragile.

  I took a deep breath.

  "I understand what you’re doing... Jonathan..."

  I tensed and my fear lived to be reality.

  A second later, Jonathan's hand was at my face. He squeezed my cheeks tight. I moaned.

  "How does it feel?" he asked as I tasted his breath.

  "I hate it," I admitted.

  "Good."

  The touch and taste were then gone.

  Back to the game.

  My breathing was heavy now and I couldn't control it.

  I felt Jonathan's lips run along my ear, followed by his teeth.

  The entire scene suddenly changed course. It didn't make me feel much better as I remained blindfolded... but the burning between my legs promised me I would finally have Jonathan's power expressed in sexual urge.

  And his urges were my urges.

  He nibbled at my ear for a few seconds and then let out a small laugh. The sound of his voice, deep with the quiet laughter, took its toll on my aching body. His touch was then gone but I could sense his presence, he had to be hovering just a few inches from me. My hands twitched again, wanting to reach out and touch him. To see where stood. To make sure he hadn’t left me.

  “Go ahead,” Jonathan said. “Find me and touch me.”

  My right hand slid along the soft sheets on the bed. My fingers curled around the edge as though they were going to fall off a cliff... and that’s exactly how all my emotions felt. I continued to worry about the dangers waiting. Kellen. And the dangers of ‘K’ and the threats that certainly seemed all too real.

  When I found and touched his leg, my body heated. I sighed and my hand raced up, following the perfect cloth of his pants. I instinctively moved to the right and found myself touching him between his legs. He throbbed and was already hard.

  “You found me,” he whispered. “Now, hurry and touch me.”

  This wasn’t the first time I had to find a way to pleasure Jonathan with one of my senses being taken away, but now everything surrounding us pressured me to please him. My nerves were so tight yet my body so loose and warm. I found the small zipper on his pants and opened them. My hand dug in his boxers and the moment I felt the rod like shaft, I cried his name.

  That’s all I ever wanted right then.

  Jonathan and his body.

  My hand tickled along his erection until I found his tip. I worked him out of his pants and wasted no time enjoying him. I stroked him up and down, pulling and squeezing, wanting to show Jonathan how much I cared. I wanted him to tear his tie from my eyes so we could finally endure a moment of lust together before our next set of plans began.

  I moaned as I felt my body reacting as if I were the one on the receiving end of pleasure. Then again, perhaps I was. The faster and harder I pulled at Jonathan, the more I felt my breasts moving. My nipples were sensitive and erect, and as they rubbed ever so gently against my bra, waves of orgasmic need down between my legs. I was a mess and as I let out another long moan, I felt Jonathan’s hand clamp down on mine.

  I held him.

  He held me.

  I fantasized Jonathan stroking himself using my hand. Now that would be amazing.

  Instead, Jonathan slowly peeled my fingers off his shaft.

  “You’re going to open your mouth wide,” he said. “Do you understand?”

  I nodded and opened my mouth.

  We were back to the waiting game. I listened for the sound of Jonathan moving but heard nothing except the sound of my own heartbeat as it pounded through my entire body.

  As my mouth hung open, I started to grow uncomfortable. In less than a minute my tongue was annoyingly dry. My breaths were short and loud, my body constantly preparing itself for oral penetration.

  But it never came.

  I could have been in that position for an hour, and face it, I would have waited like that for days, if that’s what Jonathan commanded and needed from me.

  “Now you understand,” his voice finally said, startling me.

  I jumped and realized his voice was distant. Still in the bedroom but not in front of me. Not ready to slide himself into my mouth.

  “You can close your mouth, Isabella Grace,” he said.

  I did.

  “Being kept in the dark is no fun, is it?”

  “No, sir, it’s not.”

  “It can get worse. Would you like to feel?”

  Any time Jonathan had the urge to do something to me, I always had to answer yes. Being in the dark was like being alone, even with Jonathan present. Each time more than a few seconds of silence fell in the room, I imagined something terrible happening. Danger felt too close and if my fear was weakness, then I shouldn’t have been able to stand.

  Fingers touched my hair, brushing down with a loving touch.

  I gasped.

  “It’s just me,” Jonathan said. “My, you really are afraid.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “W
e’re going to have get rid of this problem, aren’t we?”

  “The blindfold?”

  “Oh, no. Not that. You’re still being punished. I wanted to show you what it’s like to have someone close but not, all because of the deception of darkness.”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Black.”

  “I know you are,” Jonathan said, still stroking my hair. “Everyone is sorry... and everyone will be sorry. But right now, Isabella Grace, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be in the dark and pleasured.”

  My lips quivered as I thought of something to say. Nothing came to me.

  Then I felt Jonathan’s breath and words beat against my face.

  “Try to relax... if you can...”

  -3-

  Jonathan put his hands to my shoulders and squeezed. The way he held me and teased me, tugging a little, I opened my mouth, hoping he would slide himself into my mouth.

  That didn’t happen.

  I finally felt myself go back. I braced myself on my elbows and when Jonathan’s touch left me, I wanted it back. So bad.

  His fingertips touched my chest, lightly, and he continued down until he came to the bottom of my shirt. As he started to lift, I felt the air around us touch my skin. Even though the air in the room was warm, my skin was hotter. I quickly tensed up when Jonathan’s bare hands were against my bare skin. He moved down some more and started to take my pants off. I moved in any way possible to make it easier and thus quicker. My body raged and I was reaching a breaking point that would have me screaming and tearing the blindfold off my eyes. The punishment then would have been much worse than this... much worse.

  My pants were gone and Jonathan’s hands were at the top of my panties. His fingers played and teased, running along the top, sometimes sliding in. He laughed.

  “Oh, Isabella Grace, I think you really understand now.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “I understand what you did and why. I find it sweet... like an attempt a romantic gesture that always ends in tragedy. Isn’t that the truth?”

  I nodded my head, unsure of what Jonathan exactly meant. My body could only focus on his hands touching me. Both his hands came together and down, pressing between my legs, pressing my panties into my center with enough force that I felt the heat and moisture seeping through.

  Then his hands were gone.

  I opened my mouth, ready to beg for Jonathan when I smelled something.

  Something sweet.

  Something sexy.

  Something familiar.

  My cheeks started to burn when I realized I was smelling myself.

  Jonathan had his hands hovering near my nose, forcing me to inhale the intense scent of my own desire. But I already knew how much I needed Jonathan. I didn’t need to be reminded.

  “Take your panties off,” Jonathan said. “I want you to open your legs and wait. I want to see how far your desire can take you with a single touch...”

  I moaned and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

  I reached down and slipped my hands along my hips. I brought my legs up, keeping them straight, hoping to connect with Jonathan’s body at some point but they didn’t. That meant he had moved far enough away from the bed. I dropped the panties and put my feet on the bed, my knees bent. I opened my legs in a butterfly position and waited.

  The silence that came was the same silence as before, only it felt different. Much different. My wetness was fully exposed and I didn’t have the comfort of my panties to collect the moisture or give me that small satisfaction of touch. Soon my body started to move itself, my heels dug into the bed, my toes curled around the sheets. My hands were palm down, shaking, as I fought the urge to grip the sheets and groan.

  I could sense Jonathan close and I refused to say a thing. I wanted to reverse the tables on him. He could see me. He could see my body, my desire, quivering between my legs. He could smell me too, but could he resist me?

  I lifted my lower half off the bed and felt my body syncing up, throbbing head to toe. It was like something deep and warm massaged me everywhere. Images of Jonathan and his body flooded my mind, taking control in a way I never thought possible. It was like I was having a wet dream, but I remained wide awake and blindfolded.

  I soon felt a tingling sensation along my clitoris that matched the feeling I had at my nipples. With my bra still on, still tight to my chest, every time I took a breath or moved, the sensation started to grow. Without my sight, it felt like everything else collided together, my body and mind forcing me to see by memory.

  I let out a long breath and moaned. My next breath was shaky and ended in a hopeless whimper. Even that did nothing for Jonathan. He still did not touch me. But my body wouldn’t accept that. It refused it.

  The feelings growing larger and more intense. I could feel my insides clenching and releasing, my mind convincing my body of what Jonathan’s erection should feel like right then if it were inside me. I ached and throbbed and gasped for air.

  I was on the verge of orgasm.

  From nothing.

  From nothing but my body and mind.

  I teetered on a risky edge. My legs muscles were tight and started to grow sore. I was so close... so very close...

  “Please,” I whispered. “Mr. Black... just a second...”

  Then it came crashing together.

  I felt a warm breath spread between my legs like a gust of tropical breeze. Then came the lick of a tongue, Jonathan’s tongue, from the bottom of my pussy to the top, curling at my clit. One perfect stroke and that’s all it took.

  I climaxed with a desperate scream and thrust my body over and over at nothing because he was gone again.

  But that one lick, the one touch... it was exactly what I needed.

  The bed then moved and I could feel Jonathan hovering over me. His hand touched my face and tore the tie from me. I opened my mouth and lost all words at the sight of him.

  Jonathan had stripped himself naked. While I was focused on my body and its urges, Jonathan had been taking his suit off. His arms were locked tight as he remained over me. He stared at me with his deep, commanding eyes and I only broke the stare once, to gaze down his perfect body. The lines of muscles and sex made me want to come again. I saw his cock just as he came down enough to rest it on my bare mound. I could feel him already throbbing and he looked ready to explode.

  “Now you get it,” he whispered. “Nobody wants to be in the darkness, Isabella Grace. Even if our pleasures still exist... we know it’s better to see and feel.”

  Jonathan lifted himself, sliding his cock down to my slit. He cut between my damp folds like a knife and then thrust forward, finally entering me. It was the most intense penetration I ever felt in my life. I felt as though Jonathan had split me in half. He was hard and deep, and my body shook without control.