welcomed it, needing it. My body - and mind - had been through so much, it was hard to grasp. Sexually, I felt more free than I had ever been in my life. Being handcuffed to the bed wasn’t as much of a punishment as it was a liberating experience. I really did want more from Jonathan, and maybe in time I’d get it.
As my head nestled against his warm chest, I closed my eyes and inhaled him. It was a wonderful smell, much better than the stench of his father’s coat that still rested on my shoulders. I thought about taking the jacket off but before I could come up with an answer, I fell asleep.
I had a dream but the details were fuzzy. All I could remember was seeing silhouettes of everyone. From Jonathan to his father. To Peter Cresh. To the driver with the knuckle tattoos. To the detectives - Harper and Niles - and even Oliver Rush.
When I opened my eyes, it could have been a minute or a day. But I felt relieved, the dream was a way of letting go. Jonathan had started this with all his commanding obsession to enjoy me. Circumstances tried to step in the way, but he defeated them. And the best part was that I had the ability to get him his three billion dollars back. My obsession with Jonathan was as strong as his with me. I would choose the right moment to tell him I had his three billion.
Maybe it would make him angry.
Maybe he would punish me.
I smiled and looked up to Jonathan to find his eyes closed. It was the first time I ever saw him sleeping. His perfect face was like stone and I had the urge to lick his jaw line.
I parted my lips, feeling my heart racing a little faster, feeling my body reacting. The desires were back, I was addicted to Jonathan Black.
I started to move when I had the sense of being watched. I turned my eyes and saw the driver looking in the mirror at me. Something about his eyes bothered me but he was driving.
That’s all that mattered.
Before I could set my sights back on Jonathan’s chiseled jaw, I felt an intense vibration. It was the vibration of a phone set to silent.
And it came from my pocket.
Well, not my pocket, but the pocket of the jacket.
John Black’s jacket.
My hand touched the pocket, finding the cell phone, and as I slid it out, it vibrated again. That was the reminder... a message waited...
I pressed a button to turn on the screen. I felt like I was snooping on John Black, but then again, he had tried to set up his own son... and me. I felt it was owed to me to know what else he might have had planned.
But as I read the message, my heart started to thud painfully. My body started to shake. I read the message over and over.
The message was on John Black’s phone, but the message... was intended for me.
Isabella Grace - hope you still have my money. I’m coming for it. And Him.
Love - K.
Don’t miss what happens next in BY HIS COMMAND #5: His Lust
On the run, again, Isabella continues to receive messages from a mysterious person named K. She doesn’t feel safe, and as the tension mounts and threats continue to pour in, her submission to Jonathan Black is questioned more than ever.
It feels as though there are eyes upon her, no matter where she is, and the more she learns, the more she believes there really is.
The question is… just how much Jonathan Black really know about?
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As my head nestled against his warm chest, I closed my eyes and inhaled him. It was a wonderful smell, much better than the stench of his father’s coat that still rested on my shoulders. I thought about taking the jacket off but before I could come up with an answer, I fell asleep.
I had a dream but the details were fuzzy. All I could remember was seeing silhouettes of everyone. From Jonathan to his father. To Peter Cresh. To the driver with the knuckle tattoos. To the detectives - Harper and Niles - and even Oliver Rush.
When I opened my eyes, it could have been a minute or a day. But I felt relieved, the dream was a way of letting go. Jonathan had started this with all his commanding obsession to enjoy me. Circumstances tried to step in the way, but he defeated them. And the best part was that I had the ability to get him his three billion dollars back. My obsession with Jonathan was as strong as his with me. I would choose the right moment to tell him I had his three billion.
Maybe it would make him angry.
Maybe he would punish me.
I smiled and looked up to Jonathan to find his eyes closed. It was the first time I ever saw him sleeping. His perfect face was like stone and I had the urge to lick his jaw line.
I parted my lips, feeling my heart racing a little faster, feeling my body reacting. The desires were back, I was addicted to Jonathan Black.
I started to move when I had the sense of being watched. I turned my eyes and saw the driver looking in the mirror at me. Something about his eyes bothered me but he was driving.
That’s all that mattered.
Before I could set my sights back on Jonathan’s chiseled jaw, I felt an intense vibration. It was the vibration of a phone set to silent.
And it came from my pocket.
Well, not my pocket, but the pocket of the jacket.
John Black’s jacket.
My hand touched the pocket, finding the cell phone, and as I slid it out, it vibrated again. That was the reminder... a message waited...
I pressed a button to turn on the screen. I felt like I was snooping on John Black, but then again, he had tried to set up his own son... and me. I felt it was owed to me to know what else he might have had planned.
But as I read the message, my heart started to thud painfully. My body started to shake. I read the message over and over.
The message was on John Black’s phone, but the message... was intended for me.
Isabella Grace - hope you still have my money. I’m coming for it. And Him.
Love - K.
Don’t miss what happens next in BY HIS COMMAND #5: His Lust
On the run, again, Isabella continues to receive messages from a mysterious person named K. She doesn’t feel safe, and as the tension mounts and threats continue to pour in, her submission to Jonathan Black is questioned more than ever.
It feels as though there are eyes upon her, no matter where she is, and the more she learns, the more she believes there really is.
The question is… just how much Jonathan Black really know about?
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_10?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=ana+fawkes&sprefix=ana+fawkes%2Caps%2C0
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition February 2013
Copyright © 2013 by Ana W. Fawkes
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in
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