His Love (By His Command #10) (5 page)

The only thing in the bed next to
me was a remote control. I didn’t see a television anywhere in the room but I
took the remote and pressed the power button anyway. When I did, I heard the
sound of a small motor whirring and a television began to climb out of the foot
of the bed.

It was the largest television I’d
ever seen in my life.

The television turned on to a news
station.

“More coverage on the double
homicide...”

That caught my attention.

Big time.

I leaned forward and watched as a
woman anchor started posing questions to a man. The man then took over,
explaining all he knew, reading from a piece of paper.

“This is all breaking news,” he
said. “I’m getting information in my ear as I’m reading this paper, so, please
bear with me. The double homicide was a stabbing and a single gunshot wound.
From what we know, the first victim had been stabbed to death. The second
victim – who we’re told was a prominent business figure - walked into the hotel
and stumbled upon the murder scene. After calling authorities he was then shot
one time in the chest. The police had been looking for the only connection
between the two victims, billionaire mogul, Jonathan Black...”

Hearing his name on television made
me gasp.

“But we’re now being told that Mr.
Black has spoken via phone interview. We aren’t sure the spectrum of the
conversation, but this case is certainly getting twisted by the second. Police
chased down a black car and found a man and woman inside, but it wasn’t
Jonathan and his unidentified accomplice. The same could be said for a private
jet that was about to take off and yet another black car. Police raided a
second hotel owned by Jonathan Black only to find it shot up and trashed,
leaving them to wonder if Jonathan is actually alive or not. Again, this
investigation is heating up...”

The television turned off and made
its descent back down into the bed.

I looked up and saw someone
standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

Dr.
Ace.

“You hurt me,” I said and backed up
on the bed.

“No,” Dr. Ace said. “I’m protecting
you.”

“Where’s Jonathan?” I asked. “What
happened to him?”

“I just need to know how you feel,
Isabella. Do you feel okay?”

“No,” I said. “Not at all.”

“Okay then. How about physically?
Any pain? Discomfort?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Excellent,” Dr. Ace said. “It’s
going to be a damn shame that I won’t get to see you again. My time is about to
expire with Mr. Black. But I’m glad I could help.”

Dr. Ace backed away and shut the
door.

I tried to turn the television back
on, but it wouldn’t turn on. I threw the remote across the room and screamed.

What
the fuck was going on?

I moved from the bed and started to
walk towards the wall. The black silk cloth had meaning. Whatever was behind it
would be important. I touched the cloth but didn’t pull at it. I wasn’t sure if
I was ready. My heart was confused. This quite honestly wasn’t part of my plan.
I thought once I killed Katherine everything would be easier. Jonathan and I
would be free.

I let out a long breath and gripped
the bottom of the cloth.

“You might want to wait a second,”
a voice said.

I gasped.

“Don’t turn around yet,” he said.

I froze and nodded. “Are you okay?”

“I’m always okay,” Jonathan said.
“You should know that by now.”

“What’s happening?”

“Our life is happening.”

I didn’t respond. My fingers
started to twitch. I had the sudden urge to touch myself. Not in a sexual way
though. I wanted to touch my face, my hair, and, okay, maybe my body.
Everything felt different.

“Everyone is confused,” Jonathan
said. “The way it’s meant to be.”

“I saw that.”

“They’re going to probably presume
me dead soon... you too.”

“They don’t know...”

“They do,” Jonathan said. “Breaking
news is hitting right now. They found information in Kellen’s room.”

“Kellen...?”

“He wanted you,” Jonathan said.
“And now he rests where he belongs. That’s why we had to change a little. For
our love. For our life.”

“Change how?”

“Turn around, Isabella.”

I slowly turned and looked at
Jonathan Black.

The sexiest man to ever step into
my life.

He was tall, wide, and still
beautiful. His hair was different though. It was a little messy and his
chiseled jaw line now had sexy stubble on it. He certainly didn’t look that
much different. Maybe in passing he would look different, sure.

Other than that... his clothes...

“Wow,” I said.

He wore a black t-shirt that hugged
his muscles in all the right spots. He wore a pair of jeans and black shoes
that just made him look to die for. I could feel my body warming, wanting him.

“It’s okay,” Jonathan said. “But
there’s more you have to see.”

“Myself?” I asked.

Jonathan nodded. “You’re more beautiful
than ever, Isabella Grace. I can still smell your desires and innocence...”
Jonathan walked towards me and kissed me. Our lips together, our mouths parted,
our tongues touching. “And I can still taste it...”

I looked at him. Studying him.
Admiring him. My hands touched his arms. I touched his face, my fingertips navigating
the roughness of his facial hair.

His eyes were the same though.

Those dark, brooding eyes.

Pulling at me still.

Commanding me still.

“It’s time,” he said. “Turn around.
There’s a mirror under that cloth.”

I turned and faced the cloth. I
reached for it and this time I pulled.

The silk cloth fell and crumbled
into itself, landing on the floor. When I looked up, I looked into the mirror.

At the reflection in the mirror.

At the person staring back.

It was me... but it wasn’t.

My hair was shorter. What once went
down to my breasts now barely touched my shoulders. My hair was now pitch
black, matching the color of Jonathan’s hair and t-shirt.  I took a few
breaths, absorbing it all, trying to decide if I liked it or not.

“There’s a little more too,”
Jonathan said.

He opened a drawer and two small
cases waited. They looked like contact lens cases and when Jonathan opened one
of them, that’s what they were. Different color contacts for our eyes. To
change the color. To completely disguise us.

“I’ll have blue eyes,” Jonathan
said. “And you’ll have the darkest shade of brown ever. Almost black. Anyone
who dares to look at us, Isabella, won’t see a thing.”

“It’s perfect,” I finally admitted.

And it was perfect.

Jonathan Black and I together, in
our own little world. Our own disguises.

“Let’s put our new eyes in,” he
said.

So we did.

I watched him go first, how he
placed the contact on the tip of his finger. How he held his eye open and
placed it against his eyeball. How it clung. I had never worn contacts before,
but I managed to get them in on my first try. It was uncomfortable at first. My
eyes watered, wanting them out, but I quickly grew accustomed to them. Once I
dried my eyes and looked back in the mirror, it was like staring at two
different people. I turned to face Jonathan to see his new eyes.

The blue was captivating, complementing
his black hair.

“You look beautiful,” Jonathan
said. “Maybe more than ever... I...”

“Touch me,” I whispered. “Just
touch me.”

I couldn’t believe that I had just
commanded Jonathan Black. What came even more as a shock was that he listened.
His hands touched my sides, his strength still the same.

His lips came close to mine and I
shuddered.

We were going to enjoy each other’s
new looks.

-8-

Jonathan unbuttoned my pants and
slid his hand between my legs. He was gentle, caressing me over my panties.
Touching, flirting with his fingers, enjoying me. I did the same to him,
unbuttoning his jeans and touching his thickness over his boxers. It was
amazing to see jeans on the billionaire. It was so new and erotic.

Jonathan then slid my pants down to
my knees. He pushed me back to the bed and I sat down. He stripped me of my
pants and his hands rested on my knees. He opened my legs and came at me as I
leaned back. His tongue sought comfort just above my panties, kissing my skin.
I moaned and thrust up at him, wanting more. His hands climbed my legs and his
two thumbs touched my center. He massaged over my panties, leaving me feeling
desperate. When his fingers moved again, grasping the side of my panties, he
pulled and I lifted up, letting him take my panties.

They were gone and I spread my
legs, my wetness present, my body ready for Jonathan. When he looked at me with
his new beautiful blue eyes, I moaned. He kept his eyes to mine as he leaned
forward to taste my body. The tip of his tongue flicked at my clit first. I
cried out and lifted again at him. Then his tongue licked between my gentle
folds, sampling my hole, and ending again at my clit. His moves were gentle and
intense, just what I expected from Jonathan Black.

He paused for a moment, sighing
against my body. His warm breath made me shiver and I couldn’t take my eyes
away. I gripped the sheets on the bed with all my might as Jonathan lowered his
mouth to me again. His tongue licked me again and again. I felt his thumb
slowly creep between my legs and start to touch me as his tongue tasted me. I
thrust at him and felt the strong tip of his tongue slide down a little and
then he began to circle directly around my hole. I whispered Jonathan’s name,
losing myself to the passionate lust burning in the room. His tongue then
entered me.

Soft, gentle, with the erotic care my
body - and mind - needed.

I looked down at him and saw his
blue eyes staring at me. His new eyes were almost as captivating at his old
ones. It felt wrong, dirty even, like I was cheating on the
real
Jonathan Black.
But I knew only one Jonathan Black existed.

His thumbs touched my hole next and
slowly he forced them into me too. His thumbs made circles, easing their way
deeper, stretching me wide for his tongue to taste more. The gentle passion was
turning more erotic.

I slowly began to move my body,
thrusting at his mouth. Jonathan allowed me by going along with my movements
and providing his own. The aching deep within my core started to grow. My face
flushed. My breasts were suddenly heavy and achy, my nipples feeling tender and
in need of attention.

Jonathan Black brought me to an
orgasm with his thumbs and tongue. I was almost out of breath as it happened,
suppressing my loud screams and moans. I wasn’t sure why I remained so silent,
I really didn’t care if anyone near could hear or not. But it was just
something so different. Jonathan looked different. So did I. It was part of his
plan, our new life. So I tried something new.

Holding back the noises forced all
the pressure to build and make the orgasm that much hotter. My mouth opened but
no sounds came out. I could feel my body burning everywhere, the raging heat
intense. Jonathan started to move his tongue faster as I came, keeping me
climaxed. I felt like it could last for hours, if Jonathan kept going.

But he didn’t.

As fast as his tongue had been
moving was as fast as he moved away from me. Thumbs, tongue, everything. He
stood up, leaving me on the bed, still thrusting at nothing but the air in the
room.

“Isabella, this is perfect,” he
said. “We’re new but the same. Our love...”

“Please,” I begged. “I need you
inside me. Right now.”

“Are you commanding or asking?”
Jonathan asked.

“Begging!” I cried out.

“Such a good, beautiful girl.”

Jonathan grabbed the bottom of his
black t-shirt and tore it up over his head. His muscles were just as sexy as
ever but watching his arms stretch and muscles stretch as the shirt came over
his head made me feel like I was coming again.

He dropped his jeans and finally,
his black boxers.

Standing in the nude, his flesh
hard, his eyes beaming down at me, Jonathan Black was everything in my life, in
my heart, and in my soul. Absolutely everything. Nothing could compare. I knew
that before but right then, in that moment, knowing the mystery of life that
swelled around us, it was...

Jonathan stepped towards the bed
and touched my legs. They were still spread, waiting for him. A moment later he
climbed the bed, touching me. He placed a hand behind my neck and gently held
me. His other hand touched my shoulder and his fingertips slowly came down and
grazed my breast and nipple. He came forward with his body as he cupped my
breast.

I couldn’t believe how slow
Jonathan offered himself to me.

He went deep, deeper than ever.

I whimpered and moved up to kiss
him. Our lips touched and Jonathan slowly pulled out of me. I opened my mouth
and tasted his lips. He did the same to me and our kiss grew hot and deep.
Jonathan slowly allowed his cock to memorizing my center.

After a few minutes of the gentle
movements I realized something...

Jonathan
Black was making love to me.

I put my hands to his shoulders and
squeezed. I held him tight and looked down, watching the slow motions of his
body to mine. The way his muscles glistened with a little sweat. How his
stomach flexed as he moved in and out of me. How the pleasure was just as good
as when he commanded me and fucked me hard. And most of all... how much I loved
him. Enough that as I entered another orgasm, I stared into his eyes. I didn’t
need to tell Jonathan I was coming. I knew he could feel it. And I could feel
him. We were almost silent, the only sound in the room being Jonathan’s
hardness entering and exiting my body.