by Ana Fawkes
My body throbbed and clenched. I went to my toes as my body tensed. My hands tried to grab something on his desk but nothing was attached to the desk that could help me.
I was screwed.
So screwed.
In a hurry, Jonathan took his hands away from my body. I listened to the sound of metal clanking together as he opened his belt. Then came the soft sound of his zipper.
My entire body shook with anticipation. I wanted to be everything he wanted and expected of me. I wanted to be under his command.
The sound of cloth rubbing together sounded and stopped.
That’s when I knew his pants were down. He was exposed, fully erect, and just a few inches away from the gentle folds of my sex.
“Ready yourself,” Jonathan said. “Open for me.”
I reached under myself, touching my smooth skin. I slowly moved down using my pointer and middle finger, sliding between my wet folds. I opened my fingers and then rubbed my hole with my middle finger. It wasn’t the same as Jonathan touching me but it was something. My sex was ready. Tight, but ready. Jonathan would have to conquer my body for me, I couldn’t do it for him.
I spread my fingers again and waited.
When he finally came forward, I felt the flesh of his sex, the thick tip of his erection as it slid along my slit, touching my hole for a second then touching my fingers and going beyond. It may have been breaking the rules but I looked down.
His hardness disappeared from view again as Jonathan now positioned himself to enter me. His fingers crept up his shaft, curving himself to allow the tip of his erection to press directly on my hole. I felt his fingers touch my fingers, bringing back the scene of the elevator. Our hands had touched there too but in much different circumstances.
I moaned and wanted to call out his name. I wanted to call for his sex, to call for him to please fuck me…
But I didn’t need to.
He was in command and knew just what to do.
He thrust up at my sex. He penetrated me with a pleasure filled ease, working his thick tip into me. The sudden change of feeling between my legs put me back on my toes and had them curling. I lifted myself some more as Jonathan thrust up again, wanting more of me.
“Damn you,” he growled at me sending my nerve endings into a frenzy. It felt so good to feel him but I wanted to please him too.
His hands appeared at my hips again, this time with vice grip strength. He pulled down at me, forcing me down on him as he thrust up for a third time. That time he finally entered me completely. His thick shaft making itself at home, thrashing against my tender walls, forcing itself into my hottest depths, and sending a sexually charged rage through my body that created an almost instant orgasm.
My hand was still between my legs, holding myself open even though Jonathan had me spread wide. I was his, what he wanted, waiting for him to tell me to move my hand.
He started to offer long pumps, pulling himself almost completely out and then thrusting back in. As he pulled out, I could feel the tip of him, the bump of sensitive skin on his tip, something I hoped to one day taste and savor.
“Move your hand,” he finally said.
I put my hand to his desk and he started to have me.
His thrusts suddenly went wild, my body able to accept all of him with ease. His hands pulled back at my hips each time he came forward, ensuring we connected at the deepest possible level. It took a matter of seconds before the sex got loud. My wetness flooded between my legs and the smack of our skin together became amplified with the added moisture. I tried to suppress all my noises the best I could but as the orgasmic levels continued to peak I couldn’t contain myself. I threw my head back and let out a long groan as Jonathan fucked me, the moans becoming scattered as I started to lose my breath each time he dug deep in me.
Even at his speed I could feel the amazing definition.
I used to read about this kind of pleasure in women’s magazines thinking it was just for entertainment.
It wasn’t.
These parts do exist in a woman.
And Jonathan hit every single one of them.
His hands moved from my hips to my stomach, going right under my shirt. He leaned forward but didn’t lean down. He didn’t press his body against mine. Instead, his hands traveled up my shirt just past my stomach to my ribs. His grip came back and he pulled, then leaned back.
I lifted off the desk but left my hands on the desk for balance as I started to stand.
Jonathan’s motions didn’t slow or stop.
As I stood, the pleasure started to change. For every inch I stood, the position of our sex changed, changing the pleasure. About halfway up, I started to fully climax into an orgasm that couldn’t be stopped. My knees bent and I wanted to lean on the desk again.
“No, no,” Jonathan said. “You’re all mine.”
He fucked hard and held me, my hands shaking on the desk. I was on my toes still and as the pleasure climaxed again and again and the wild rush of the orgasm centered itself to my sex, I lost all feeling and control of the rest of my body. Jonathan’s strength was immense, holding me in place as I came.
I closed my eyes and felt my body throbbing. From my breasts and nipples all the way down to between my legs. The orgasm connection within myself had been unleashed. It was intense and powerful, a warmth and wetness spreading like I had never thought possible. The entire time I came Jonathan moved in and out of me, not giving up for a second. Even when my body jumped and wanted him to move away, he didn’t. He commanded without words.
“That’s it,” he whispered, “give it all to me. Your entire body… your sex… your sweet, sweet sex…”
He groaned as my slit throbbed on him. He was deep inside me and I tried to hold him there but he was in control of himself and my body.
Then he whispered my name to me as my orgasm crested and I started to find myself again.
“Isabella Grace…”
His hands were on the move again, up my shirt some more, forcing me to stand more. My hands finally had to leave the desk, my legs were spread as wide as they could, and I was now standing. My back rested against Jonathan’s chest and he continued to fuck me. It was such an extreme angle and position for sex but Jonathan’s body, anatomically, was able to make it happen.
I put my head back to his shoulder and my eyes were still closed.
I continued to moan and whimper and sigh, whatever my body could find the strength to do.
His hands moved up over my breasts and he cupped me. My bra matched my panties and was very low cut, my feeble attempt at perhaps looking sexy and radiating sex to catch Jonathan Black’s attention.
His fingers curled around the top of my bra and he pulled, exposing my breasts. My bra was then under my breasts, lifting them for his enjoyment. His fingers, one at a time, moved along my nipples, sending my body back into a frenzy. Each time a finger flicked my nipples, my slit would tighten and I would jump. He was able to pleasure me top to bottom and connect everything without my help.
I was his, all his.
“Lift your shirt,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to see your beautiful body, Isabella Grace.”
His thrusting had gradually slowed, now pumping at a level that allowed me to lift my shirt, but each time he did enter me, my body would instinctively thrust. I looked down at myself as I held my shirt up, staring at my heavy breasts. My nipples were fully erect, thick nubs that were extra sensitive. I watched as Jonathan’s hands cupped under my breasts and lifted them. His left hand moved over my breast, his large hand able to hold all of it. His right hand though pressed harder, lifting as much as he could.
“Taste yourself,” he said to me. “I want to see.”
I never thought of it, or tried it before. My breasts were large enough for such an erotic act and I licked my lips once then moved my neck down to my own nipple. I flicked my tongue once, touching my nipple.
I sighed with pleasure and Jonathan groaned.
“Agai
n,” he commanded.
So I did it again.
“Keep going,” he said.
My tongue moved from flicking to licking. I circled around the tender yet rough skin of my nipple and then started to make bigger circles, tasting my own creamy fresh.
Jonathan held a firm grip on my breast, pushing hard enough that it started to hurt. I didn’t care about the pain though, this was pleasing him. I opened my mouth to engulf my breast but suddenly Jonathan’s hand was off my breast and on my mouth. He pulled my head back to his shoulder and his hand was tight over my mouth. I could still breathe out of my nose but I still screamed a little. The move was shocking and unexpected.
“You understand this position?” he asked me with a deep growl in his voice. He sounded angry and perhaps even violent.
I nodded. I tried to look left, wanting to meet his stare.
“You are under my complete control and command. You will be removed from your position and given nothing but special assignments…”
“Yes,” I tried to say but it came out muffled.
He was buried inside of me still offering me small pumps. He made damn sure that his presence was felt everywhere inside my body… from the most sensitive pleasure spots all the way to the depths of my mind.
“If you don’t listen, there will be punishments.”
I nodded.
“You’re beautiful, Isabella Grace. You’re not like any other woman I’ve seen in this company. There are so many… who dream and aspire… but they’re not you. I’ve never seen someone like you. From the moment I saw you, I needed you. Now I have you.”
“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes!”
His hand came off my mouth and then I was thrown forward again. I crashed against his desk and my hands shot out. I saw papers and items scatter and my eyes tried to memorize what was what and where it had been. That’s a hard task when a man like Jonathan Black is behind you, fucking you.
He pulled back and then thrust again, this time regaining position and speed. My breasts were still exposed, rubbing against his cool desk. He thrust harder and faster than before, so hard that my feet started to leave the ground. His hands started on my hips again but slowly moved around to my shaved skin and he started to hold me there, lifting me as he bucked with a force so hard, it took all sense away except pleasure.
All I could feel was pleasure.
Intense pleasure.
Orgasms came and went and collided into one another as Jonathan took over everything. He became the commander of my body, my soul, and my life. When he finally reached his own climax, most of my body was on his desk and he leaned down towards me. His hands were flat on his desk, some of his fingertips touching my sides, right at my breasts. He hovered over me with violent breaths that flooded my back and my hair.
“Feel that,” he growled. “Feel me. Deep. Filling.”
“Yes,” I managed to whimper as he came in me.
I was left dizzy and out of breath by the time he completely finished. Even after he was done, he gently thrust me a few more times for good measure before finally pulling out.
I listened to the sound again of cloth moving, a zipper, and the sound of metal.
“Stand up and turn around.”
I did as I was told, my body visibly shaking. I swallowed hard and had the urge to cry. I wanted to cry in relief and in pleasure. I wanted to cry for the fact that I had reached a state of pleasure that didn’t seem possible. It was a life changing experience… and with a sexy billionaire too.
“Lift your shirt again,” Jonathan said as he fixed his tie.
I held my shirt up to my chin, my knuckles bouncing against my chin from my tender nerves jumping.
He stepped forward and cupped my breasts again.
“You are beautiful,” he said. “So perfect. So… everything I need. Everything I want. I’ve never had that before, Isabella Grace. Something I want and need at the same time.”
He came forward and gently kissed the tops of my breasts and then offered a quick flick of his tongue to each nipple. He put his hands to mine and moved my hands and shirt down. He pressed his body against mine and stared at me for a few seconds.
We inhaled each other but in reality I just succumbed more to him.
Then we shared our first kiss.
After all that had happened, it didn’t seem that it was just our first kiss.
His lips were soft and gentle as he pressed them against mine. I counted four kisses, my mind memorizing them forever. Jonathan opened his mouth and let it hover barely away from mine. I returned the motion and our lips touched just once from the intense beating of my heart.
He then backed up and walked to the far end of the wall of his office. There was a beautiful small stone fireplace. He pressed a button and a small flicker of flames kicked up. The office was already burning with heat so the fire seemed unnecessary.
Then again, with Jonathan Black, nothing was unnecessary. Everything had a purpose and everything was under his control.
He looked over his shoulder at me. “You have one minute to dress. Then come over here with your bag.”
I managed to fix my bra and adjust my panties in that one minute and I went to Jonathan.
He stared into the flames. They created a beautiful light against his face, a man that looked deeper than he let on.
“Do you have a cell phone?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let me see it.”
I found my phone and handed it to him. He pressed the button and looked at the main screen.
“Sometimes I feel we are all too connected anymore. Everyone is connected. I despise it. If I have what I want, and I what I need, then nobody else will…”
I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me.
He handed the phone back to me. I started to put it back into my bag when his hand clamped down on my wrist.
I jumped and gasped.
“Get rid of it,” he said. “Into the fire. You’re mine now. Nobody else can or will have you.”
I didn’t think twice as my wrist flicked the phone into the fire. It landed on the fake wood and then slid down into a small crevice, still visible.
Jonathan and I stood in silence, watching the phone melt, consumed by the flames… his hand was still on my wrist and I was then consumed by him. His hand opened and he started to gently caress me. His intense strength and demands were met with a kindness of touch that didn’t seem possible. When I finally broke my stare from the flames and looked back to the billionaire CEO, Jonathan Black, I saw him as a different man. A man with fear, a man with need, a man with lust. He was vulnerable, somewhere, and I had touched on that vulnerable nerve.
He wouldn’t expose himself to me, but he’d give me one second glimpses… or in this case, touches.
His hand moved from my wrist and arm to my back and he turned me.
“Come, we have a plane to catch.”
“A plane?” I asked.
“Yes. There’s important business in Los Angeles, for us. We’re flying there. Right now.”
“Important business…”
“The plane leaves in thirty minutes. I have your bag packed already.”
Jonathan broke his hold from me and walked behind his desk. He lifted a black leather bag and placed it on his desk.
“For you. Open it.”
I took the bag and ran my fingers along its smooth surface. I knew it had to be expensive.
I opened the clasp and looked inside.
My body felt amazing as I stared into the bag. Everything Jonathan had pleased inside of me kicked back up again. I wanted him again.
I reached into the bag and retrieved the only thing in there.
A set of handcuffs.
I held them up, letting them dangle on my fingers.
“Is this it?” I asked with a smirk on my face. I was trying to be cute, and flirty, but Jonathan had the upper hand.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot something.”
He r
eached down and lifted a long black piece of cloth. It almost looked like a scarf, a silk scarf.
It wasn’t a scarf.
“Here’s your blindfold,” he said and handed it to me. “Now that you’re packed, we better catch our flight. We do not want to be late… this deal is big…”
I put the handcuffs and blindfold into my bag and closed it.
Five minutes later, we were on the ground floor of The J. Black Corporation building and walking to a limo.
Jonathan’s cell phone rang and he took the call.
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” he said. His face looked evil as though he had the desire to kill. “He won’t stand a chance against me.” His eyes looked to me. “Against us.” Jonathan pointed to the limo driver to come open the door for us. “Yeah, well you can spend your life worrying and I’ll spend my life living. That’s the difference between us – you have to invest and watch your money… I go out and make money…”
He put his phone into his pocket and ushered me into the limo.
“Everything okay?” I asked, daring to see if I was allowed to speak.
“Nothing we can’t handle,” Jonathan replied. His hand touched my face and he said my name again. “Isabella Grace. Nothing we can’t handle. Men have enemies to appreciate love.”
With that he looked straight and the limo started to move.
My mind raced.
For the power Jonathan Black had, what kind of person waited in Los Angeles that had the ability to get under his skin? Or better yet… what was he planning on doing with the handcuffs and blindfold in the bag between my legs on the floor of the limo?
Don’t miss what happens next in BY HIS COMMAND #2: His Need
Isabella Grace has her bag with the handcuffs and blindfold inside.
Jonathan Black is hotter than ever, whisking Isabella onto a private jet, flying her across the country for important business.