His Need (2 page)

I started to rub harder and faster on him, going back and forth with my face and my mouth.  I opened my mouth and turned my head, finding his shaft over his pants.  I used my teeth to bite down a little, just to make sure Jonathan knew I was there and that I was serious. 

Wiggling my head, I opened the small flap of his pants and exposed his zipper.  My tongue licked up to the top of the zipper.  I got under the zipper and quickly used my teeth to hold it.  I pulled and pulled his pants but the zipper barely moved.  Frustrated, I let out a growl and tried again.  It would move slowly, but it moved.  That’s all that mattered.  I started to move my head side to side again as I pulled, finally gaining some kind of traction.  The zipper began to move easier and once it was open enough, I let it go.  I turned my head sideways again and started to use my nose to push the rest of it down. 

By then Jonathan was fully hard.  His sex pressed against his pants, the bulge thickening and throbbing.  With my nose in his pants, I was right there, a piece of cloth from his boxers separating me from him. 

His zipper was finally down far enough for my mouth and more importantly my tongue to explore the inside of his pants.  I flicked my tongue along his boxers, finding his hardness with ease.  It was then he finally reacted to me being there.  Maybe he hadn’t expected me to actually get his pants open.  As I licked down his shaft over his boxers, straining my tongue as much as I could, he thrust at me. 

I moaned and repeated the motion again… and again… and again…

It was my only attempt and success at teasing him.

On my next journey down his covered shaft, my tongue found the opening of his boxers.  I went from cloth to skin and before my body had a chance to react, my tongue was digging deeper into his boxers, licking him, tasting him, exploring him.  My tongue moved down and around his shaft and I curled it, wishing I had the ability to pull him out of his pants like that. 

But I couldn’t.

Jonathan was too long and too thick.

I did the only thing I could think of – I used my teeth.

Gently, of course.

I was inside of Jonathan’s boxers as far as I could be as I came down with my teeth.  I made sure not to hurt him but the touch of my teeth to his shaft produced a groan from Jonathan.  I pulled softly at him, forcing his shaft out of his boxers.  My idea worked, but not without its challenges.  When I felt resistance at his boxers, I placed my lips on his shaft, no teeth, and I moved down.  I then put my teeth back to his thick flesh and pulled again. 

I inched Jonathan out of his boxers and when he finally came free and stood tall and hard in front of my face, I wanted to cheer.  But I didn’t.  My eyes were too hungry and my mouth was too eager.  All that work… now it was my turn to receive.

My lips wrapped tight around the fleshy tip of his sex.  I moved straight down on him, welcoming him into my mouth without slowing.  When my mouth was filled, I paused and moaned.  Jonathan thrust up at me, inching a little deeper, testing me.  I closed my eyes and took him, wanting to take all of him but my mouth just couldn’t do it.  This was when I needed a hand – just one hand – so I could grip him at the base of his erection and take care of all of him.  But I had to make due with what I had, my mouth.  I pulled back and came off his sex.  I opened my eyes and stared at him for a few seconds, admiring him.  It looked too good to be true.  That had been inside me… that had come inside me…

I came forward and kissed just under the tip of him.  Just lips, not tongue.  I kissed down the bottom of his shaft as far as I could go.  From there I came around his shaft to where he met with his body and came up the top of his shaft.  At the fleshy, sensitive head, I opened my mouth and let my tongue go to work.  I licked him and flicked him, bringing him to the point of moaning and deep breaths. 

I needed to hear him, to know he enjoyed it.

My mouth opened wide again and brought him back in.  This time I moved faster, engulfing him as far down as I could but never letting him leave my mouth again.  The faster I moved, the more my own body reacted.  As I sped up, my breasts started to bounce, pressing hard inside my bra.  Between my legs there was a tightness, my panties pulling at me, only adding to my own pleasure. 

The more I became turned on and pleasured, the more I wanted to pleasure Jonathan.  I closed my eyes and just moved.  I didn’t stop, I didn’t come up for air either.  I wanted to fulfill his need and taste him. 
All of him.
  My lips were tight against his shaft, my saliva helping me to have him.

He started to thrust up at me, adding his own personal touch but then gradually he started to speed up.  It was a matter of minutes before we were both working together, for him.  As he came up at me, I came down. 

Then he suddenly paused and everything tensed up.  He was there, ready to give himself to me.  I moaned, knowing what came next but my mouth didn’t stop.  I didn’t stop moving until he let out another deep groan – almost like a growl – and he reached climax.  I paused and ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, curling my tongue with what little room I had, working with him as he throbbed into my mouth.  He came and I accepted, over and over.  I stayed on him until I felt his hand touch my hair.

“Oh… Isabella Grace…”

I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me.  His papers and pen were on the desk, his eyes intent on me.

I slowly pulled back on him, making sure nothing was wasted.  I was still on my knees as I licked my lips, and then I waited.  I waited for the next command.

It was, after all, my job.

“Stand up and turn around,” he said to me. 

My wrists felt sore and my arms were feeling tingly.  I’m not sure how long a criminal is handcuffed for but it had to have been at least thirty minutes for me.  It was a feeling I couldn’t get used to.  When a piece of hair fell to my face I tried to move my hands.  I wanted to touch my face, to touch my lips, to touch anything on myself.  But I couldn’t.

“You’ve earned something,” Jonathan said.  “But I saw something too… you were moving, weren’t you?”

“Moving?”

“You were thrusting yourself as you tasted me.”

Had I been doing that?

The warm mess between my legs answered that question…

“Yes,” Jonathan said.  “Yes, you were.”

His hands were then on my ass, turning me.  I spun around and faced the desk next to his chair.  Jonathan was behind me.  His hands came up and when he pressed against my lower back, I bent over.  The balancing act was next to impossible and I had no choice but to rest on his desk.  I was on his paperwork and my hair was scattered across my face.

I felt his hands move back down me and under my skirt.  His fingers against my skin made me shudder and my sex started to ache for him.  He lifted my skirt just as he did back at his office.  His fingers ran along the lines of my panties again and I cried out for him.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” Jonathan said. 

“I need you,” I said.  “I desperately need you…”

“Of course you do,” he whispered.

A moment later I felt his lips pressing against my backside, followed by the tip of his tongue.  He tasted my skin, licking up once, and then he was gone.  But he wasn’t done with me.  His fingers moved under my panties and with the gentlest of pulls, he exposed me.  My wetness and need were for his taking, my hands in cuffs, my body bent over.  There was nothing I could do.  Even if I tried, his strength would win the battle.  He kept one hand on my back, holding me down and bent over and his tongue flicked at me. 

The flick was just a tease, just a way of telling me he was there.  My entire body jumped.  My hands made fists and I pulled again, hurting my wrists.  He then moved the tip of his tongue like an erotic dagger, going to my tender hole, circling it enough so that I started to thrust at him.  Then in a wild move, he moved as hard and as fast as he could towards the most sensitive spot of my sex, my clitoris, and he had his way.  It took all of a minute before I started to orgasm.  His tongue was relentless, moving faster than my body and mind could keep up with.  He hit my sweet spot and stayed there.  Even as I came, I bent my knees, wanting to close my legs and savor the intense orgasm, but Jonathan wouldn’t allow it.  He stayed there, at me, pleasuring me and torturing me, all in the stroke of his tongue.

When he finally pulled away and released his hold on me, I had no choice but to fall back to my knees.  I was gasping for air, my body thundering from my heart, everything warm… and good.

Jonathan stood over me now and touched my hair again.

“You’re simply amazing,” he said.  “Inside and out.  Your taste is mine forever.  Isabella Grace.”

He said no more and I listened as he reached into his pocket and produced the key to the cuffs.  He reached down and freed me, letting the cuffs fall to the floor of the airplane.  I brought my hands around slowly and looked at my red wrists.  I turned my hands to look at my palms and watched as my hands shook.  When I glanced over my shoulder, Jonathan Black still stood over me, his eyes upon me like a blanket. 

It was that moment, that moment of erotic lust, domination, and complete command… that was the moment I fell in love with him. 

I loved Jonathan Black.

He touched my hair again as if he could read my mind.

“We’re landing in ten minutes.  Fix yourself.  We have business to tend to.  My lovely Isabella Grace.”

-4-

It was warm when we landed
and the weather felt great.  I wanted a change of clothes but was too afraid to ask Jonathan.  He needed me to trust him and be under his complete command. 

I followed him off the airplane to a waiting limo.  It didn’t surprise me to see the limo but there was still something about it that made my stomach flutter.  The notion of luxury and wealth seemed so foreign to me.

Once we were inside the limo and driving, Jonathan put his arm out across the seat of the limo.  I looked to his hand and then to him. 

“Come close,” he said.  “I want to feel you.”

I slid to Jonathan and his hand came down on me, holding me tight.  He squeezed and took a deep breath. 

“Did you bring your bag with you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.  “I wouldn’t forget it.”

“Good,” he said.  There was a pause.  “Do you understand what happened in the plane?”

I had an idea, even separating the pleasure from the purpose.

“I needed to see if I can trust you,” he said.  “If I can really command you.  If I can have you.  There’s a difference between a person with what they feel is their own control and someone who is handcuffed, working to earn their freedom.”

I just nodded, absorbing his words.  I loved his voice.  It was deep and powerful, and just hearing him gave me a sense of confidence because I felt protected.  I felt like I could trust Jonathan with my life.  It was no surprise that the man was a billionaire. 

Who wouldn’t trust him?

“Your trust is perhaps the most amazing part of you to give to me,” he said.  “My eyes have your beauty, my tongue has your body, but my heart, Isabella Grace, my heart needs your trust.”

“You have it,” I said as my bottom lip quivered.  I had the sudden urge to weep.  He was so dominating, even with his words.  “I swear, you have it…”

“I know I do,” Jonathan said.  “I know I do.”

He pulled me even tighter and I slowly lowered my head until I rested it on his chest.  I listened for his heart and when I heard it, I couldn’t believe my ears.  His heartbeat was calm, normal.  Not what I would have thought for a man who just handcuffed a woman on his airplane… received pleasure… gave pleasure… and was now almost three thousand miles across the country for an important business meeting. 

He was like no man I had ever met before.  He was powerful and addicting.  I didn’t need his arm around me to have my head on his chest.  And I didn’t need handcuffs to prove my trust. 

 Our ride lasted all of five minutes before the limo came to a stop. 

“This is where we part, for now,” Jonathan said. 

The door closest to me opened and the limo driver placed his hand towards me, in case I needed help out of the limo. 

The first thing I did – besides not get out of limo – was look down to the bag between my legs.

“You can take that along,” Jonathan said.  “You’ll need it soon enough.”  There was a glimmer of a smile on his face but it quickly faded.  “A cab will be taking you to the hotel and I’ll meet you there.”

“A cab?” I asked as though I were accustomed to riding
only
in limousines.

“Are you allowed to question me?” Jonathan asked. 

He didn’t even look me in the eyes.  He stared ahead, his face full of annoyance.  I knew better than to believe it was all because of me. 

“Sorry,” I whispered as I reached down and grabbed my bag. 

I slid my way across the seat and as I put one foot out of the limo, I felt Jonathan’s hand grab at my wrist.  He squeezed to the point of hurting me and I looked back.

“There are people who don’t appreciate my work,” Jonathan said.  “It’s better, right now, for everyone to believe I’m alone.  If there’s no strings to grab at, they won’t try.”

His hand released its hard grip on my wrist and I exited the limo.

I felt a little more empowered, knowing that I had received an answer from him.  Maybe there was more to Jonathan than met the eyes.

Of course, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

In my case it was both.

I was instructed by the limo driver, who had been instructed by Jonathan, to walk to the end of the block and wait for a cab to show up.  Everything would be paid in advance, it would just be for appearance.  When I looked at the limo driver to question everything that I had just been told I could see it in his eyes that he knew no more than I did.  I couldn’t help myself as I watched the limo drive away with Jonathan inside.

Then it occurred to me… just what had he gotten me into? 

I heard him this morning scolding an executive about some paperwork due to be sent to Los Angeles and now here we were.  And here I was, alone, with no clue of where I was.  My knowledge of Los Angeles was none other than television shows and celebrity reality shows, but I knew I was far from the hangouts of celebrities and I was certainly out and about during the wrong time of the day.