His Every Fantasy

by Holly Nicolai

  Jett was nothing if not perceptive as well as attentive. He walked to Mandy and gently, almost lovingly lifted her off the bench and into his arms and walked to the right, into the hallway which ended in a large office area, continuing through the room and walked down another hallway that ended in a t-intersection. He turned left again and carried Mandy into a huge bedroom with a massive brocade curtain at the far end covering a doorway. He carried her to the large canopy bed that was raised off the floor and accessible only by steps.

  The bedroom walls were a dark blood red with more artwork of a suggestive nature. Beautiful wooden end tables sat at each side of the bed which took up a great deal of the room. The only other furniture was a massive antique armoire and two shorter double dressers that sat side-by-side. To the side of them was an open doorway that led into a plush and massive walk-in closet area.

  "Wow!" Mandy exclaimed in complete awe. To the left of the bed she saw a large non-curtained window that overlooked the city and while the site was beautiful, she became nervous until she realized one could see out, while no one could see in. One could have the feeling of being exhibitionist without actually being so. She surprises herself by feeling intense excitement at the thought.

  Six

  MANDY WOKE WITH the realization that she had slept all day and night and it was now morning again, judging by the sun rising slowly across the skyline. She glanced over and saw Jett asleep on his back. One arm rested over his eyes and the other laid low on his abdomen. He wore nothing but a few splotches of sunlight that caressed his body where she desperately wanted to. The sun glinted off the curled hairs that caressed his sculpted, muscular chest and also caressed the ever-changing slope of his body in a dark trail down to the thicket of soft black curls, his well-endowed manhood was nestled against. Impressive, she thought, even at rest, he's huge.

  She admired the hard and soft planes of flesh, the smooth line of muscling that indented his leg from hip to knee. The planes of light and shadow mesmerized as they played over his exquisite body. The four o’clock shadow along his angular jaw excited her and her fingers ached to trace its strong and powerful line with an almost physical pain that confused her.

  She decided it was far past the time for restraint. Her body shed the yoke of sleep as the slow intense burn of sexual need consumed over. Her hand reached out and with fingertips alone brushed his manhood with a whisper soft caresses causing it to jerk. As if it had a mind of its own, it reached up toward her fingers as though begging for so much more.

  Unfortunate or fortunate, depending on how it was looked at, Jett was a very light sleeper. With a suddenness that betrayed logic and caused Mandy to jerk backward in shock, Jett flipped over and landed on top of her naked body even as he cushioned his fall on his forearms. He had done so with the speed and grace of a primal wild predator.

  "Playing without permission? Naughty, naughty tigress." Jett scolded in a deep seductive voice that sent her slow intense burn into a raging inferno. He grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head and held them there with one hand. A wicked smile grew upon his face as her lips parted on a gasp at the intense sexual heat in his eyes. He gazed at her with a delicious intent. His gaze then traveled down the length of her naked body very slowly from his position on his knees between her thighs. As his gaze traveled slowly back upward again, his manhood lowered to nestle upon her own triangle thatch of curls where it grew erect.

  Oh God help me, he is sin incarnate––his voice and his body god-like. I fear I’ve awakened the primal beast that resides within. Mandy thought in silence as her body vibrated and heated up even more with the image of him releasing his inner beast in her mind.

  "I have you and your hot, wet, sexy body completely at my mercy. Whatever shall I do with you?" His voice deepened and growled as his intense stare focused on her eyes and delighted with what he read there.

  Unheralded, she was spun onto her stomach, arms pulled upward and wrists strapped into padded handcuffs attached to the headboard of the bed, ones she had not noticed before, with urgency and care. Oh yes, I’ve definitely unleashed the beast. Mandy’s breathing increased in anticipation of what was to come next. Thighs spread wide with his knees, she felt padded straps being attached to her ankles. She tried to fight against him.

  "Stop fighting right now tigress, or your punishment will be so much more delicious for me." He growled from the foot of the bed.

  "Fuck you!" She growled back, feeling as if those ankle straps had unleashed something primal within herself.

  "My fierce little tigress, I fully intend to fuck you raw before I am done."

  Shivers ran all through her body and it felt as if the room’s temperature had risen a considerable amount. The pillow under her face was thankfully tugged down to allow her to breathe and be more comfortable. Another pillow was placed below her hips to raise her bum into the air.

  "Playing without permission deserves a severe punishment and I am going to enjoy this immensely. But before I begin, I need you to choose a safe word. A word you can call out to make me stop everything, instantly. One you are to use if things reach a point where you can’t take it anymore, or it becomes too intense."

  "Satan." Mandy said, knowing if it reached that point, he would become Satan to her.

  "Unique choice indeed. Satan it is. Time to be punished, tigress." He had barely finished his sentence when Mandy felt a rapid-fire succession of hard-as-hell slaps to her right butt cheek that caused involuntary screams of shock as three more were delivered, before her left butt cheek received the same.

  Jett adored the sight of her firm rosy red cheeks. They excited him to no end. He then caressed each one gently, smoothing out the burn before delivering three more slaps to each side and forced half screaming and half moaning sounds out of her before he stopped.

  "Still good, tigress?"

  "More! I need more punishment! I was very bad!" She growled. She heard Jett chuckle behind her and felt him kiss each reddened butt cheek then felt the bed shift as he got up and left. The next sound was of drawers opening, closing, and items being placed on what she assumed was the dresser surface. Listening to the unfamiliar sounds, excited anticipation, fear and nervousness fought for dominance within her. She struggled to get out of the cuffs but they held her wrists and ankles tight.

  "Just getting some of my favorite toys to introduce you to, tigress. Now relax." His voice became soothing and relaxing. He could tell the not knowing was what was driving her crazy and since it was her first time, he wanted to include her.

  "Are you adverse to the idea of dildos, but plugs, floggers and mini shocking clit stimulators?" He asked in his soothing voice. I’m keeping the toys simple––this time."

  "Not if they will not cause real damage. I––I trust you, Jett."

  Her words made him swell with pride and joy. He was going to enjoy this very much indeed. He brought the mini shocking clitoris stimulator over, reached around and placed it gently over her clit and strapped it on, thankful it was wireless. He then grabbed the lubricant and squirted it over her ass. He laughed when she jumped.

  "It’s just the lubrication for the butt plug, sweetheart," he reassured her and ran his finger around the rim, put more on his finger and gently inserted it in and out, getting hard himself as she moaned. He lubricated the butt plug liberally and slowly but gently inserted it into her beautiful ass and then played a few minutes with her breasts, exciting her, before he delivered the lowest level of shock to her clit as he sat between her thighs.

  Mandy jumped and fought against the intense feeling in her bum combined with the delivered shocks and yelped. She heard, "You have been a very naughty girl, tigress. Don’t you dare cum." At the same time, she heard him inhale deeply.

  "It––oh God!" Mandy gasped.

  "Ready for more?" He asked breathlessly and when she did not answer, he gently pulled on the butt plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in again quickly, matching his pace to the shocks being delivered to her cli
t and heard her yell, "Yess," in overexcitement.

  "Good girl. I knew you could take it all." Jett praised and hit her over the crack of her ass three times with the blogger making her yell out, "More, please!" He turned the flogger her on her back and upper thighs, harder each time but careful to only redden the skin and no more.

  "Jett!" She yelled.

  "Don’t you even think about cuming without my permission, woman!" He growled and watched her strain with all her might, knowing she was trying to hold back. After he flogged her a bit more, his own endurance was nearing its end. Who knew this beautiful athletic woman would be the one to push me to my limits? Jett thought to himself as he wiped sweat off his forehead and upper lip. Mandy had taken everything he dished out and he was deeply proud of her and exceptionally impressed.

  Even after he increased the shocks, she still begged for more and called him master several times, pleasing him immensely. It was now time for her reward. He released her hands and ordered her to keep them flat on the bed while he pulled her down to the end of the bed with her beautiful dark red ass in the air. He set her clit stimulator back to low pulsating shocks at thirty seconds apart then guided his rock hard manhood deep inside her, making her take all of his length at once. Her deep breathy moan was music to his ears.

  He wrapped her hips with one arm, the butt plug he grabbed with his free hand, moving it in and out in time with his slow and fast thrusts. He suddenly felt the need to claim her, body and soul. He commanded her to cum and she did, soaking him in a gush of juices. It was the final straw as his inner beast was unleashed. He slammed into her again and again as though his manhood were a jackhammer. When he came, he yelled out her name before he collapsed on her back and kissed her neck and shoulders.

  For Mandy, the moment just before orgasm, found her rushing forcefully into subspace. The orgasm had only intensified it to the point where she felt her very soul leave her body, only to return later and freer. When Jett released her ankles she collapsed, physically, emotionally, and mentally sated.

  Jett wrapped Mandy up in his arms and just held her, reveling in the feel of her silky soft, overheated and sweaty body pressed against his own. He told her to stay put and relax then left the room going across the hall where he ran water filling his large bathtub that could easily fit three or four people. He added a milky and sandalwood scented bubble bath imported from France into the tub. It was mild and wouldn’t irritate her abused skin. When the water reached the right height, he turned it off and returned to the bedroom to retrieve his magnificent and awe-inspiring tigress. He found her shifting around on the bed trying to find a comfortable spot to rest.

  "Come here sweetheart and allow me to take care of you." Jett picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, stepped into the tub and slowly sat down with Mandy on his lap. He proceeded to put the milky body wash on a soft new sponge and washed her body with gentle almost loving strokes and felt her stiff body begin to relax backward into his. The back of her head rested on his shoulder.

  "Thank you for this, it is lovely but not necessary."

  "It is. You pleased me greatly tonight and took everything I could dish out and more. I tried to keep it light for your first time but you, tigress, would have none of it."

  "Does it excite you to punish me, as you call it?"

  "Yes. It does."

  "Have you ever been the one who was punished by another?"

  "Yes, I was a submissive myself––once."

  "A what?"

  "Submissive. It’s a term used in my world for someone who gives up their power and submits to another. It is the simplest explanation I can give you right now that you will understand. You will be my submissive, if you wish to continue. What you experienced tonight, was cradling the border of the pleasure/pain threshold. I am what is called a dominant. In other words, you submit to me and I in turn do everything in my power to gain your trust, give you pain and pleasure and read you and your body language to know when to push you further and when to stop. I must admit though, you are the first woman I have met with such an incredibly high pain threshold and without any training too. But I can understand, given what you have lived through in your past. I also admit you had me worried a bit, when you kept asking for more."

  Everything clicked together in Mandy’s mind when she thought about all the long talks she had with Nicole, Emmitt and Hunter. All three of them were into such things they called BDSM and fetishes, but overall called it kink and left it at that. She had been fascinated over why they did the things they were involved in, but had also been too afraid to ask more than the basic questions. All three of her friends had lived through horrific traumas in their childhood or teenage years and they attributed that, in part to their lifestyles and the things they participated in. She never judged them. How could she? Everyone healed in different ways and needed different things in life to be able to go on living each day. She was no different.

  She wanted to ask Jett the questions bubbling up inside of her, but was afraid if she did, she would give up her friends’ lifestyles. Could she trust him to keep their secrets and not say a word to anyone? She had attended a kink and fetish club with them once and it was as if she had stepped into a different world.

  At the time, she felt out of place around the individuals in that club. Her mind refused to let her believe she was anything like them, but now she knew better. She had become extremely uncomfortable after her friends left her to fend for herself. She ran back out of the club, never to return and refused to speak of that night to anyone. What a horrible friend she was to run away instead of trying to understand.

  Her mind shifted in the silence to why on earth Jett wanted her when he could have had any woman in the bookstore yesterday. Any one of them would beg to call him master and to worship at his feet, ready to heed his every command. That wasn’t her. While she had no problem calling him master while role-playing in the heat of passion, she would never completely submit to him, would never give him all of her power no matter how freeing it felt the two times she had. She also felt in her heart, it would never be enough for him and the other shoe would eventually drop. She only prayed she was strong enough to leave him and set him free when that time came.

  "Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart. Sadness and turmoil are written all over your face. You can trust me with your secrets. They are safe with me, I give you my most solemn word."

  "I want to, but they are not my secrets to tell. How do I know I can really trust you with them? I mean, we are virtual strangers who have fun in the bedroom."

  "What does your gut tell you?"

  "That I can trust you, but it still terrifies me to give you that kind of power."

  "Then you have to decide whether your trust in me or your fear of trusting is stronger." Jett said in a soft tone of voice and turned Mandy around to wash her back. He gently sat her sideways on his lap and allowed her to cuddle into his body, her hand brushing his chest, her ear over his heart and her other arm wrapped low around his waist. They sat and cuddled in the massive tub.

  He had massive issues with others touching him and caressing him, but strangely enough, he didn’t mind it so much when Mandy was doing the touching and he was afraid to analyze why. He knew it was an innocent and caring touch with her. He decided to give her a few moments to think. He desperately needed her to want to trust him. He could not and would not force it.

  "Please do not betray my trust, you will fracture what is left of me."

  "Never. I would never do that to you Mandy. Just as I trust you to never say a word of our private activities or anything you see in the club, to anyone. Not even to your closest friends. I have not decided yet, if I will make you sign a contract of nondisclosure but I know I will have to later, before we enter the VIP wing of the club. It is for the protection of the attendees and for ourselves as well. Everyone who enters is required to sign one, even myself. But with our private activities, my gut tells me I can trust you. Don’t betray me either or I wil
l become the devil on earth, where you are concerned, tigress."

  Mandy gulped visibly and nodded her head slowly. She knew by his demeanor, body language and his stentorian tone of voice as well as his penetrating, intent stare that he was deadly serious.

  "Good. Now tell me what’s on your mind." Jett’s voice became soothing tones of trustworthiness once again. It compelled Mandy to speak her mind.

  She told him everything she had learned from Nicole, Emmitt and Hunter and how she was fascinated by their alternative lifestyle and never judged them. That is, until she attended the kink and fetish club with them and was left to fend for herself in a vastly different world than the one she was used to and how it terrified her. She explained how she felt like the scum of the earth in the end, judging them and the others at the club when she ran out. She felt awful, now knowing a bit more about herself and her own needs. She was no better than they were and was afraid to face her friends now because of it, because she was a horrible individual.

  "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are not a horrible person, tigress. You were a vanilla or regular person, if you will, a person with only a mild curiosity. Your friends are to blame for misleading you about their lifestyles and the club. As your friends, they should have been honest with you about all aspects of the lifestyle, including the negative ones and should have warned you about what you would see at their club would scare you or at the least, make you uncomfortable. They furthermore brought you to one of the most hard-core clubs in the city and a very dingy and unsafe one at that. That club gives all others a bad name with their lack of rules and responsibility for their guests." Jett's face was angry as hell as he imagined the fear she must have felt.