His Confession (By His Command #8)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I walked to the bed and untied one of the ropes, freeing his right hand. Kellen made a fist a few times and let out a sigh of relief.

  “That’s all I’m doing for you,” I said.

  “I don’t care,” Kellen said. “I can get out now. Thank you, Isabella Grace.”

  “Don’t thank me for anything,” I said. “I wasn’t sure what to do about this...”

  “You’d let me die?”

  “I thought about it.”

  Kellen flashed his perfect smile and his perfect eyes. A sense of confidence waved over him, chasing away the look of fear and death. He knew he was okay now and in that quick moment, I regretted helping him.

  “And this is the life you want?” he asked.

  “What life?”

  “This life. Running up and down a hotel, saving people. Worrying about dying. Watching those close to you face death. All because of Jonathan Black?”

  My lips moved but no words came out. Kellen had a point, even if it was one I didn’t want to believe. Of course everything was Jonathan Black’s fault. That’s what happened when people wanted what you had. When people wanted to be you. What happened when you were the best at what you did... everyone wanted their shot. But for all the bad Jonathan and I had to face - together - he gave me purpose and pleasure, something Kellen didn’t understand and never would.

  “We can go right now,” Kellen said. “I have a plane waiting.”

  “Save your breath,” I said.

  “I can take you from this. We can hide anywhere in the world, as long as you want. I’ll let you into my business. We can work together... you won’t work for me...”

  “I don’t work for anybody,” I said.

  Kellen laughed. “Yes you do. Think about it.”

  I leaned closer to the bed and hated Kellen for talking. I should have put a sock in his mouth before helping him. An urge came over me and I swung my hand at his face. The slap echoed in the room and Kellen groaned.

  It felt good to do.

  “Never,” I said. “Get out of this bed and get out of this hotel for good.”

  Kellen stretched his jaw. “I’ll find you, Isabella Grace. I’ll make sure you’re okay...”

  I didn’t bother responding.

  My goal for coming to the room was to make sure Kellen was alive and if alive, I’d get him out of the bed without dying. Mission accomplished. Time to leave.

  And I did.

  This time I walked through the hall to the elevator a little slower. At the elevator I looked at the trashcan and wondered if Katherine had sent more text messages. If the elevator had been another minute I probably would have started to dig in the trash for the phone.

  I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I wasn’t sure what to say to Jonathan or how to convince him to leave. I knew he had meetings and other projects in place, but he could do it from anywhere in the world. He was the billionaire... he was the one who owned and controlled everything...

  At Jonathan’s hotel room, I knocked, realizing I had no way back into the room. No card, no entrance. I waited and after only five seconds, my heart began to race again. I thought about Jonathan on the couch, sleeping. I didn’t know what kind of sleep it was. A resting sleep. A deep sleep. Or maybe his body was shutting down. What if Katherine had used Kellen as a diversion?

  I knocked again, this time slapping the door. Then I pounded on the door. I didn’t care. I must have looked like a crazy woman in the hall but if anyone dared to challenge me, I’d tell them to go find Katherine. She was the craziest woman in the world.

  When the door finally opened and I saw Jonathan standing, looking completely normal, in a change of clothes - fresh black pants and a dark blue shirt tucked into those pants - I let out a small cry.

  “Isabella Grace,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

  “I had to save Kellen,” I said, still standing in the hall.

  “You what?”

  “Katherine tried to kill Kellen. I had to go and save him. I did it for you. Not me. Not him. You. I knew if she killed him it would kill you.”

  Jonathan kept his hands at his sides, processing the information. His face was chiseled and sexy, his eyes back to the same intensity that controlled me.

  “She doesn’t stop,” Jonathan whispered.

  “She will now,” I said. “I stood up to her. She didn’t think I’d help Kellen. She didn’t think I’d be brave enough...”

  Jonathan put a hand up and then touched my face.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. “I woke and without you here, my life felt empty and worthless. You can never leave my side again.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  With that, I fell forward and forced Jonathan Black to catch me.

  He was back to normal and I needed him.

  I needed all his strength. All his desire. And all his love.

  -9-

  Jonathan’s arms were around me. He pulled me back into the room and shut the door. I looked up at him and he kissed me. He didn’t speak a word or waste a second. His lips touched mine and lingered for a few seconds, giving the implications of romance. I needed it right then. Then Jonathan opened his mouth and I followed him, our tongues colliding. He kissed me hard and deep, his hands searching along my body. I could feel every one of his fingers, touching and squeezing. He took comfort at my lower back. He pushed, forcing me tight to his body. I felt him, how hard he had become already.

  “We’re going to show Katherine,” Jonathan whispered as he broke the kiss. He kissed the tip of my nose and then my forehead. “We’re going to show her right now.”

  “Show her?” I asked.

  Jonathan took his hands away and stepped back. He sat on the couch and outspread his arms, back in control of everything.

  “Strip,” he said. “Now.”

  My hands moved faster than my mind did. I tried to process what could be happening as my hands pulled at my shirt. A few seconds later I stood in my bra and panties before Jonathan Black. They matched because that’s what he liked. He always made sure they matched. Black and red weren’t allowed to mix. That’s why my panties were a light red and so was my bra. They were of the same lacy material too.

  My hands touched my legs and when I felt the panties, I bit my lip. Even after all the time I had spent with Jonathan, it still gave me a crazy tingling feeling when I knew I’d be naked in front of him. Especially when I was the one stripping myself for him. He sat on the couch, fully dressed. And he’d be fully dressed while I was completely naked.

  I slipped my hands into my panties at my hips. I pushed and bent down as needed, keeping my eyes locked to Jonathan’s. My panties pulled and clung between my legs thanks to my desire already spreading a warm wetness everywhere. When my panties were at my knees, I stood back up. I felt dirty and exposed. My slit visible to Jonathan as per his orders to keep myself shaved and smooth for him. I stepped from the panties and reached back for my bra.

  “Come here,” he said, the first words spoken since his order to strip.

  I stepped to him with my fingers at the clasp of my bra.

  “Spread your legs,” he said.

  I did, feeling my tender skin peeling against apart. My fingers twisted at the clasp of my bra as Jonathan touched the inside of my right leg. I moaned and felt my breasts push forward. I let the bra fall to the floor as Jonathan’s fingers touched between my legs. I felt his fingers again, one by one, touching my hole, gently caressing me. My toes curled and I touched my thighs, hoping I could keep balance.

  “Are you ready to show her?” Jonathan asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  I just wanted him inside me. Filling me. Pleasuring me. Being everything to me.

  Jonathan turned his pointer finger and penetrated me with it. He pushed as a smile grazed his face. My pussy throbbed against his finger. I knew my face was burning with desire and pleasure already.

  He fingered me just once. His hands were then at my legs and he stood from
the couch.

  “Go to the window,” he said.

  “The window?” I asked.

  That’s when my heart was ready to explode.

  Are you ready to show her?

  The question started to make sense. I thought perhaps Jonathan meant that metaphorically, as if he and I together would show Katherine the connection between us was stronger than her wicked ways.

  No.

  Jonathan meant it literally.

  Literally show Katherine.

  “Stand at the window,” Jonathan said. “Show her what you have... and then I’ll show her what she doesn’t have...”

  Jonathan smiled and pushed at me.

  I stepped towards the window, staring at it. The large window. The curtains open. It wasn’t just the fact of Katherine looking at us - if she was even in her room - but the idea of anyone else watching. Any person in the building across from us would see. There was no privacy.

  I’d be exposed.

  With Jonathan Black.

  My hands touched my breasts and I held them as I stood at the window. I was stuck somewhere between fear and anticipation.

  “Put your hands on the glass,” Jonathan commanded.

  I closed my eyes and took my hands off my chest. My breasts hung free, my nipples tingling and tender, waiting for more attention. My hands touched the glass and I opened my eyes.

  “Open your legs,” Jonathan said.

  I did.

  “Lean forward, give me what I want...”

  I leaned the best I could, making sure Jonathan had full access to my body. But I was naked, he’d have whatever access he wanted no matter what.

  I looked out the window and waited for Jonathan. I worried he was going to play some kind of game and keep me waiting for minutes but he didn’t. He was there a few seconds later, his hands touching my back. He then touched my waist and pulled. I felt the thickness inside his pants and let out a groan.

  “That’s right,” he said. “We’re going to show her... and everyone...”

  “Yes, Mr. Black,” I said.

  Jonathan thrust at me, grinding hard. The move was mostly teasing but it felt so good. So damn good.

  Then I heard the sound of his zipper, that soft sound that screamed what was to come.

  A few seconds later, I felt the tip of Jonathan’s cock touch between my legs. I jumped and shivered, moaning again for him.

  Jonathan rubbed against me, spreading me, positioning himself directly against my hole. All he needed to do was thrust... just a good, hard thrust...

  His hands were back to my side and he squeezed.

  “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what it feels like.”

  “Amazing,” I said. “The greatest feeling in the world.”

  “Of course it is,” Jonathan said. “Your body is perfect. Meant for me. Only me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Jonathan then thrust, entering me. The pleasure soared and burst like a fireball, reaching every possible inch of my body. My fingers tried to claw at the glass window but there was nothing to grab onto. Jonathan took himself out of my body and thrust again.

  Harder this time.

  I went forward and straightened my arms, trying to keep my head from hitting the glass. Jonathan repeated the move over and over and I soon worried that we were going to break the glass. We were going to break the glass and fall to our deaths. Right there. Right out of the hotel window.

  Jonathan thrust again and then held.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes... it’s so good...”

  His hands held me at the curve of my body where my legs began. His thumbs touched my ass and his long fingers were able to rub very close to my clit. He pulled at me and started to guide my body, forcing me to fuck him. There wasn’t much to force at all as I started to thrust back at him. I moved on him, sliding my throbbing body along his perfect thickness. I felt the definition, sliding from the deepest depths of my body to almost all the way out. Jonathan let me fuck him for a few minutes before he took control again. His hands slid up my back until he gripped my shoulders. There he held tight and thrust harder than ever, digging, stretching, pleasuring me.

  I kept my eyes open, looking out the window, wondering if anyone could see us. As an orgasm began to flow through my body, I didn’t care who was there. The pressure Jonathan had inside my body was like nothing I’d ever felt before. As I came, I thrust back at him again, needing more, wanting him to climax too. Jonathan let out a grunt. I felt his cock literally throbbing, the muscles in his legs and body tightening, and then a second later, he came too.

  Jonathan didn’t move the entire time he came, spreading his orgasm deep inside my body. It wasn’t until we were both finished did he start to move again. Slow and very gentle thrusts were offered as his hands moved around to my chest. He cupped my breasts and pulled at me, wanting me to stand. I did, moving slow, until I was standing. He held my breasts, his cock still inside me. Our bodies were connected in so many ways.

  “Get a shower,” Jonathan said. “And then we’ll eat.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Isabella Grace,” Jonathan whispered. His hands were so gentle against my chest. His lips grazed my neck, kissing me again and again. “I meant everything I said before.”

  My lips quivered. “You... love me?”

  “Of course I love you,” Jonathan said.

  I closed my eyes and wanted to smile.

  Everything I needed to know and believe was right there, behind me. Touching me. Holding me. Loving me.

  But so much lingered...

  After a shower, I dressed and felt a little more relaxed. A knock came at the door. Our food was finally there. I opened the door and saw a cart with food on it. Just a cart, no person. Jonathan stepped up behind me and I looked at him, confused.

  “Nobody here?” I asked.

  “Let me check,” he said. “Maybe they forgot something.”

  Jonathan left the room and I stared at the food.

  Something didn’t seem right.

  A few seconds later, I saw someone in a white coat make the turn to walk down the hallway. They were pushing a cart, much like the one we had, their head down, walking slowly. Fear spread through me the closer the person came. When they made it directly in front of me, I half expected the person to stop, but they didn’t. They continued their walk. I exhaled a breath and looked down the hall. The way they kept their head turned, the hair, everything seemed wrong… but right…

  That’s when I looked at the ass of the person. Not to sound creepy, but the way their ass moved was seductive. Then I noticed the smoking gun... the shoes. Tall black heels.

  What kind of hotel employee would serve food like that?

  Wearing a white coat with black heels... those black heels...

  “Katherine!” I cried out, knowing it had to be her.

  She stopped, the serving cart stopped, but she didn’t turn around. She just stood still, looking terrifying with her back to me.

  “You can’t do this,” I said. “You can’t...”

  Katherine lifted her right hand and then touched her lower back. I thought she was going to make an obscene gesture at me, but instead, she ran her hand along the white coat.

  What was left took my breath away.

  Smears of blood.

  Katherine began to walk away. I panicked as I looked up and down both sides of the hallway. To my left, I needed to go find Jonathan and make sure he was okay, again. To my right, Katherine strolled along, ready to disappear.

  I ran left, following my heart.

  I turned the corner of the hall and found Jonathan on his hands and knees.

  “No!” I cried out.

  “I’m fine,” he bellowed and slapped his hand against the wall.

  “What did she do to you?”

  Jonathan moved his hand off his face and showed me. Three claw marks, perfect and fresh. It looked like a cat had scratched Jonathan. I thought abou
t Katherine’s nails. Maybe she had them sharpened to inflict this kind of pain. I knew what she meant by the marks... I would have to see the cuts and the blood on Jonathan’s face each time I looked at him. Something that would linger, forcing me to think about Katherine.

  As Jonathan stood, he growled and shook his head.

  “She smashed the cart into my stomach, knocked the wind out of me. Then she... clawed me..”

  I put my arms around Jonathan and held him.

  “We better not eat that food,” he said. “I’ll call out of the hotel and have it privately delivered.”

  “Is that allowed?” I asked.

  Jonathan looked at me. “I do whatever I want.”

  His lip curled and I wanted to believe in him like I had before. But something in his eyes showed me a flicker of weakness. I’d never judge Jonathan Black for showing weakness - ever - but if he saw that look in his own eyes, I wasn’t sure what he would do.

  We walked back to the hotel room and Jonathan kicked the food cart, sending it down the hall.

  Three hours later we were fed, full, and drinking wine. The tension in the air hadn’t gone away completely but it tried. The bottom line was that Katherine wanted three billion dollars. The same money that seemed everyone wanted from Jonathan. For all the money he had, Jonathan could spare the three billion and not even blink. I didn’t dare tell him that or suggest he should give the money to Katherine. Something told me Katherine wouldn’t go away. Ever.

  Jonathan excused himself to use the bathroom and as he shut the door, I heard one knock on the hotel room door. I forced myself to look out the peephole and saw nothing.

  I opened the door.

  Another suit jacket cleaned, pressed, and opened, this time on the floor. I knew to look in the pocket and my entire body shook as I did so. It occurred to me that this wasn’t going to stop. That Katherine took pleasure in it all and it was now beyond the money. She wanted something more...

  I read the text message on the new cell phone and found out just what Katherine wanted.

  He’s mine.

  It wasn’t about money anymore, it was about Jonathan Black. She would do whatever she wanted when she wanted to. To get to Jonathan. To have him. In whatever capacity she could. If it meant killing me. If it meant knocking him out and, what, kidnapping him?