His Urge (2 page)

“But that’s not what you want,” John said.  “My son gets what he deserves.”

“Why help him then?”

“Who said I’m helping him?” John asked.  He turned his head and looked at me.  “Maybe I’m just helping you.”

That time the words struck me.  John seemed wicked but he had a gentle side when alone with me.  Jonathan wasn’t like that at all.  His powerful billionaire lifestyle carried its way into the bedroom and into every sexual fantasy he exposed me to. I lived his fantasies out as though they were my own... and thinking about the pleasure made me wonder if they weren’t my own fantasies too, just tucked away.

“When the time comes, Isabella Grace, I’ll give you all you need.  You’ll see.”

“Someone put their hand on my mouth and whispered into my ear.”

“Then the safest place to be is right here,” John said.  “Right here because nobody can find us.”

“What about Jonathan?”

I caught the small flicker of a smile on John’s face. 

Something was up.

A plan was in place.

I looked over my shoulder, half expecting to see someone ready to attack me.  But John wouldn’t hurt me.  That much I could have faith in. 

But Jonathan...

“Where is he?” I asked.  “Where’s Jonathan...?”

“Oh, Isabella,” John said.  “I told you.  He’s in the cottage.  Working.  Trying to find the money you have in your pocket.”

“Maybe I’ll just give him the numbers.”

John shrugged his shoulders.  “Not my worry.  It’s his money, technically.  I would never steal from my son.”

What a liar.  He was stealing, right then, sitting there trying to steal my heart.  Trying to steal my body.  Trying to steal all that Jonathan had given me.

I was done.

A little of John Black was already too much.

“You’re a drunk fool,” I said as I turned to leave the room.

“Isabella Grace,” John called out.  “The darkness is scary, you know that.  I’d personally leave all that’s in the dark... in the dark...”

Being an extra ten feet away from the fire made me feel cool but John’s words made me shiver.  All this time I had thought about Jonathan potentially murdering his father, how could I have not thought about it the other way around?

My nerves shook as I hurried from the room back into the garage.  I touched the button and nothing happened.  I hit it harder, finally punching the damn button, letting the sound echo in the garage.

Nothing happened.

Not a sound.  Not a squeak.  No movement.

I slapped my hand to the garage door, feeling defeated.  I shook my head, wondering where Jonathan Black was.  Maybe he didn’t even make it to the front of the cottage.  Maybe he was tied up and being taken away.  Maybe he was dead.

“No,” I whispered.  “Jonathan... no...”

As I took a shaky breath, I felt hands touch my sides, just above my hips.  The grip was strong, powerful, and it stole my breath.

Then a voice spoke. 

“Isabella Grace... everything is okay...”

-3-

It wasn’t okay, but it was.

I looked down at the fingers holding me.  I waited, patiently, and a few seconds later, I felt a body touch me. 

“Jonathan,” I whispered.

“I told you to call me Mr. Black,” Jonathan Black growled as he pressed his lips to my ear. 

My body heated.  I suddenly felt as though I could melt the garage door with my bare hands.

“I thought... I didn’t know...”

“You listened to him,” Jonathan said.  “Didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what I did,” I said.  “Someone tried to hurt me outside.”

Jonathan took a deep breath. 

“Then your fa...
he
showed up, drunk, stumbling, and I helped him back inside.  He made it seem like he knew what was going on and it involved hurting you.”

“I’m not hurt,” Jonathan said.  “I can’t be hurt, Isabella Grace.  But I can hurt you, can’t I?”

I nodded. 

“I told you to just wait and stay here.  Don’t listen to
him
, just wait.”

“He said things to me,” I said, regretting the useless attempt to try to defend myself.

“Of course he did,” Jonathan said, “that’s what he does.”

With his lips slightly parted, he moved them along my ear, breathing so normal, so calm, like nothing in the world was wrong.

But plenty was.  Plenty rested on his conscience.

Murder.  His manipulative father.  His missing money.  Whoever was outside.

But Jonathan Black remained collected and commanding.

His right hand slithered around to the front of my stomach.  His left hand remained holding my side.  The more his hand moved and the more he touched me, the more I felt the urge to satisfy him.  I also felt comfortable and finally protected. 

Jonathan’s soft lips touched my neck, sending erotic chills up and down my body.  With just one flicker of his tongue to my neck sent my body into an orgasmic state.  Wetness arrived at the exact same time my breasts felt engorged, almost aching for his bare touch to my bare body. 

His kissing became aggressive as he pressed his tongue harder against my neck, demanding me to rest my head on my shoulder.  He drew straight lines up and back.  Then he thrust his entire body at me.

The move caught me off guard and I crashed into the garage door.  The sudden chill of the steel against my breasts made my nipples throb and stiffen.  Jonathan pressed his body harder against mine, allowing me to feel his reaction to our encounter in the garage.

My mind flooded with images of Jonathan’s nude body.  Feeling his thickness made me moan.  I wanted to touch him, hold him in my hand, sample him with my hungry tongue, and offer him the comfort of my body.  I looked up at my wrist and could still picture red marks from being tied and handcuffed.

I wanted more of it.

“You keep moving,” Jonathan said, rubbing his cheek against my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.  “I was just...”

“Disobeying me.  That’s all it was.”

“Mr. Black, please...”

“There’s only one thing to do now,” Jonathan said.  “If you can’t keep yourself in one place, I’ll have to do it for you.”

I moaned again, knowing what the words implied.

“You’re coming with me,” he said.  “We’re going back to our room.  Don’t look at
him
and don’t respond if
he
talks to us.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said.  “After he said stuff to me, I needed you, Mr. Black.  I came to find you outside...”

“You shouldn’t have done a thing,” Jonathan said.

He reached up and took my right hand, forcing it behind my back.  He repeated the motion with my left and then held both of my wrists with one of his strong hands.  He squeezed a little too hard and I winced in pain.  I whimpered, wanting him to know my pain, but the whimper ended in a moan.

I enjoyed it.

I loved it.

With my chest pressed against the cool garage door and Jonathan’s body pressed against me, I waited for him to move, to take me with him.

“Take me,” I whispered.  “I don’t want to be here right now.”

“Neither do I,” Jonathan said.  “But business sometimes requires uncomfortable positions.”

Agreed.  I wasn’t going to argue that. 

Jonathan backed away and I instantly felt disappointed.  I turned around, finally able to face him.  His dark eyes, his perfect face.  The way he stood, radiating power, had my body longing for him. 

“He gave me...”

“No more words,” Jonathan said.  He touched my face with one hand, the most gentle caress I could imagine from a man like him.  “It’s been a long day and tonight will be the same.  You could use a hot shower.”

“Yes,” I said, almost falling towards him, desperate.

“That’s where you’re heading.” 

I smiled.  Jonathan ran his hand along my jaw and lifted my chin.  Our eyes were perfectly locked.

“Isabella Grace... I’m going to watch.”

-4-

As we walked back through the large living room, the fire had lost most its life, as  did John Black appeared to be too.  His head slumped to his left, his hand holding a glass half full of his whiskey.  Before I could suggest the idea of John dropping the glass, his hand opened.  It hit the floor and shattered to pieces.

Oh well.

The fire crackled and sparked and Jonathan Black pulled me along.  I welcomed the back room’s vast size and lingering scent of myself and Jonathan.  He already enjoyed my body once in the room, and now it seemed a second time was in order.

With a shower.

Thankfully.

Jonathan opened the bathroom door and nodded.  I walked into the bathroom and for the first time since meeting Jonathan Black, I wasn't shocked to find the bathroom larger than any other bathroom I'd ever seen.    There was a small window, narrow and long that (judging by my attempted sense of direction) overlooked the back mountain.  It intrigued me to see what the window looked like from the outside.  To see if it was somehow hidden.  Directly under the small window rested a couch.  A small couch, yes, but still, a couch in a bathroom.  The tile was dark and comforting.  A sidewall was lined with a long porcelain sink, angled so that the water appeared to just fall to the counter but actually ran back towards a drain. 

A large tub was in one corner and a walk in shower next to that.  The shower was floor to ceiling glass and looked big enough to hold ten people with room to spare. 

There wouldn’t be ten people in the shower.

There might not even be two people for all I knew.

Jonathan walked to the shower and opened the door.

“Strip, then shower,” he said.

He reached in and turned the water on.  Just hearing the sound of the rushing water crashing to the tiles of the shower made me smile.  I needed a shower so bad.  Just to stand there, naked, to let the hot water wash everything off my body.   I still felt vulnerable but it had nothing to do with John Black, even though he now slept in a drunken state near an almost dead fire.

“Mr. Black,” I said as I lifted my shirt up.  I dropped it to the floor, not wanting to challenge the brooding billionaire.  I could already see his grip on the shower door tightening, his knuckles turning white.  “Something happened outside.”

“Which I’m not doubting,” Jonathan said.  “But leaving right now wouldn’t do good, would it?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

Jonathan let the shower door go.  As he walked towards me, steam started to pour from the open door, dancing behind him. 

In many ways that’s just how Jonathan Black came into my life.  Appearing from nowhere, changing everything, commanding everyone.

When he touched my shoulder, it was surprisingly gentle.

“I’m being patient, but for only a moment longer,” he said.  “If you can’t trust me or you refuse to trust me, then you better make arrangements.”

“I trust you, sir,” I said.  “I swear...”

Jonathan ran his fingertips down my arm, enough to send chills throughout my body.  I took a deep breath, shaking with need and relief all at the same time.  When he reached my elbow his hand moved to my back.  There he traced up to the clasp of my bra and with one hand and the quick movement of a couple of his fingers, he undid my bra.  Everything ached in a way as though I had never been touched by a man before.  As his hand came forward, he took the left strap of my bra with him.  My hands were at my side and when Jonathan pulled the strap down, my left breast became exposed.  My bra curled down a little on my right side, revealing plenty but still covering most of my nipple. 

I looked down and realized just how erotic and dirty I looked.  I didn’t move, so Jonathan could enjoy the sight. 

He placed his hand to my side.  His large hand seemed like it could grip my entire body.  His thumb pressed just under my ribs, telling me how much he enjoyed my body.  Using his right hand, he cupped my exposed breast, holding with his middle finger.  My nipple was already stiff but each time he circled it, I throbbed. 

Jonathan came forward and placed his lips to my chest.  With a series of soft kisses, he worked his way down to my breast and finally, to my nipple.  His mouth opened and the gentleness of the billionaire was thrown out the window. 

I felt his teeth touch my nipple, for a second, and I moaned.  When he lifted his head back up, his nose pressed against my nipple, followed by his teeth again.  His lips began to close and he focused all his desire on my nipple.  He brought his teeth together, sustaining the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.  His left hand made a sudden move, and grabbed my bra from my right side.  It exposed my entire chest. 

His tongue rubbed my left nipple while his left fingers rolled my right nipple.  My toes curled and it was hard to take a full breath.  My hands, once rested at my sides, were now at my pants, taking them off.  I realized then that every move I made added to the allure of my breasts and the pleasure Jonathan gave me.