His Every Fantasy

by Holly Nicolai

  Her words and posture pushed him right over the edge until he became the mindless beast she begged for. Jett kicked off his pants, grabbed his heavy aching cock in his hand covered in her hot juices and stared into her eyes through the mirror as he stroked it twice, watching Mandy lick her lips and panted even more, like a tigress in heat, responding to the visual image. His knees nearly buckled in his overwhelming need to sink himself home and possess every inch of her, body and soul, until both of them had no doubt that they belonged to each other. He guided himself inside of her with exquisite slowness and then slammed it the rest of the way inside of her majestic pussy and released a roar, "You are mine, now and always. Say it now!"

  Unable to deny the command, Mandy screamed the words as her passion accelerated out of control. Relentless electric currents raced through her body, pushing her to new heights. She felt a stinging sensation on her bum as he bit her neck hard enough to break the skin and mark her as forever his. She slammed back against him with every ounce of strength she possessed, wanting him to stretch her wide and felt as if he could reach her very soul and still she craved more.

  Jett wrapped an arm around her hips while at the same time pulling on and pinching her nipples one at a time until they stood at full attention, all for his pleasure. Jesus, her large nipples are absolutely perfect for my nipple clamps. Mandy's screams in her uninhibited passion pierced him like a million electric shocks all over his body. He watched her in the mirrored wall, watched himself slam into her again and again. She was soaking him with the hot, wet warmth of her sweet smelling juices. He took a deep breath of her heavenly scent and growled in primal satisfaction.

  The walls of her pussy were pulsating, teasing, and milking his penis and pushing him toward the edge of no return. He made sure she already experienced three amazing orgasms, if her screams were anything to go by. She was going to enjoy many more before he was done with her. He silently promised. She had him so worked up, it was going to take at least two to three more rounds to get it all out of his system. He envisioned her strapped to his Saint Andrews cross and taking everything he could give her and then some and whispered his desire in her ear. He knew his words alone, dripping with the promise of pain and sex were enough to push her over the edge and into her fourth orgasm.

  Jett grabbed her reddened, swollen clit and squeezed it tight, just as he knew she liked it and made her come a fifth time, not giving her a chance to recover from the last one. He simultaneously gave her his most powerful thrusts, knocking her head into the mirrored wall again and again, until she put her hand between her head and the mirrored wall to protect herself. She orgasmed hard, he could tell by how her inner walls were strangling his cock and no longer milked but sucked his amazing orgasm out of him like a vacuum.

  Jett was still fully erect after his orgasm and chuckled when Mandy looked down and noticed the fact for herself with wide eyes. "No darling, we’re not even close to done yet. Turn around." He growled in a demanding voice that she knew better than to deny, after all this is what she claimed to want. He spun Mandy around to face him and grabbed her bum, hefting her until her sweet ass sat perfectly on the handrail. He pulled her legs one at a time slowly off of his hips and rested them over his shoulders.

  "Again?" she asked.

  "Again and again, until I say we’re done. You wanted the primal beast set free, you got the beast, tigress." he growled. He dipped his head, pulled her nipple into his mouth and bit gently at first. Hearing her screams of pleasure as music to his ears, he bit much harder and then did the same to the other. He also bit down on the inside of her breast hard enough to ensure the skin broke and would scar with his teeth marks. He ensured everyone would know without a doubt that she was his and his alone. Mandy screamed more music into his ears at the top of her lungs. He slammed into her again with such force that the mirror behind her back cracked and spider webbed. He paused for a moment, afraid of her back getting all cut up.

  "Jesus! Fuck, don’t stop!" She begged and demanded, helpless to do anything more than scream in pleasure and hold on for the ride of her life.

  Jett refused to slam her into an already broken mirror and lifted her, slamming her into the mirror on the opposite wall, breaking it as well. Anger at the poorly built mirrored walls and primal need drove him while Mandy laughed, moaned, screamed and then in her passion-filled, impatient, husky voice yelled, "the doors, use the damn doors!" And so he did.

  He thrust into her as hard and as long as he could while she had six more screaming orgasms. By the time he came with a roar deep inside of her, he knew he finally possessed her, body and soul. He and his beast were now impatient to awaken her to all of his toys that he knew she would come to love and enjoy, but they needed to have a serious chat later. This was no role-playing game to him, this was his life. He needed her to get that concept through her thick, stubborn, defiant skull.

  "Mandy––"

  "Don’t say it, Master. I know you have to punish me later, just as I know I’ll meet you half way and enjoy every second––"

  "Shut up for a moment woman and let me speak." Jett growled impatiently. He gently helped her to stand where there was no broken mirror on the floor and dressed her in her undies. Her pants and vest were shredded on the floor. He shook out his pants and boxers, put them on and watched her start to slide down the elevator doors to the floor, her legs physically unable to hold her upright. He grabbed her and saved her from cutting her beautiful ass up on the broken shards of mirrored glass.

  "As I was trying to say, I’m not role-playing for you nor am I playing any games Mandy. This is my life twenty-four hours a day––seven days a week, tigress. There are no role changes between us and I will demand your respect in front of others. You can call me sir in public if saying Master in that environment is too much right now and I can see in your eyes that it is. But in the VIP area, I am always to be addressed as Master, nothing else. Now, this is your one and only chance to run Mandy, if you can’t accept this relationship for what it is and if you can’t see this as your life, every minute of every day. If you don’t run now, you are agreeing to be mine––forever more."

  Mandy stood in silence and stared at Jett with surprise coloring her face while what he said really sunk in, combined with the look of extreme torture in his eyes when he forced himself to say that this was her only chance to flee. That look alone, told her volumes more than anything else he’d uttered to that point.

  When Mandy did not respond, Jett said, "I will put this bluntly. This is your only chance to flee to the life you know or toward the normal vanilla life you still want. Life with me will be a roller coaster of a ride straight to the very depths of Hell. I can only promise if you stay, to drive you insane, to drive you to hate me and to be the vicious stalker you know me to be. I can also promise to worship the ground you walk on, never to touch another sexually in any way, not without your explicit consent, to never intentionally hurt you physically or mentally, to give you the world at your feet and anything else your heart desires and you––er, you are already my whole world. You have touched me––mind, body and soul as no one else has ever been able to. I will forever more belong only to you. If you leave, I will understand and I will be here waiting for you to come back home. But I will not ask or even beg you to stay."

  Jett turned his back to Mandy and closed his tortured eyes. His hands fell to his sides clenched into fists. His body became stiff and tense. He refused to watch her run away, but she deserved to have the choice nonetheless. He would do his best make sure she always remained safe from harm. He also knew if she left, she’d take a large piece of his soul with her. In the very short time she’d been in his life, she’d managed to embed herself deep within his soul and had forced him to care too deeply about her for his own comfort but he was dealing with it.

  "I will only say this one last time. This is your last chance Mandy. Go now because if you stay, I swear I will never let you even attempt to leave me. I promise I will hunt you down
to the ends of the earth if necessary, just to bring you back home with me safe and sound. I care––too much about you." He allowed a minute amount of extremely uncomfortable vulnerability to show upon his face, somehow knowing he could trust her with it.

  Jett stood for a few moments in complete silence and held his breath, awaiting her answer. It felt like forever as he awaited her to say something or just open the elevator doors and go. He’d wait forever if it meant she would stay with him. He was suddenly ashamed of himself for showing her how much he needed her to stay when he still received no response after several minutes of silence. His old insecurities were rapidly rising and taking a hold of his thoughts. He hated that this was completely out of his control and convinced himself that he never needed anyone before and he didn’t need her now.

  "Dammit Mandy, just get the hell out! Push the button and run right now!"He yelled loudly over his shoulder unable to handle the waiting game a second longer.

  "No. I walked into this relationship with my eyes wide open. You have given me many chances to leave before now. I can see the struggle going on inside of you. I don’t know where this relationship between us will lead, but I’m in it for the long haul. I’m not leaving you, you can't make me. I will remind you of that every single day, every chance I get, until it sinks into that thick skull of yours, Jett Damian. Now, please turn around, it is my turn to talk." Mandy whispered her reply in a gentle, soothing voice.

  When he refused to turn around and his body began to visibly shake, Mandy wrapped her arms around him tightly from behind and kissed the back of his neck. She could see more than he intended her to. She saw the hurt of his mentioned horrific past and the insecurities that resulted from it festering in his soul and she wanted nothing more than to heal his heart and soul. He made himself vulnerable for her and that action along with his words brought her heart and mind to agreeing with each other.

  She cared deeply for him, maybe too deeply not to invite risk and hurt, but it was a chance she was going to take. Her heart said he was more than worth it. The sex and his lifestyle were out of this world, fun and exciting, but it is not what allowed him to crack her shell of armor. It was the caring tenderness he employed while taking care of her, how she felt completely safe with him and how her very soul yearned for him when they were apart, that had. She did not believe in the corny concept of soul mates but if she did, she knew Jett was hers. She was well aware this was not going to be an easy life, but she believed with her whole heart, it would be a fulfilling one and was more than she deserved in this lifetime.

  Jett turned around slowly in her arms, his body still uncontrollably shaking, his disbelief quite clear on his face. He was still in that place of stunned shock. He had to see her face and read her eyes and soul to confirm that she was actually choosing to stay, that she is really and completely his, forever more. No other woman in his life had been brave enough to make such a large and serious commitment.

  "Breathe, sweetheart." Mandy smiled and showed Jett her gentler side. She watched as he unconsciously took a gasping breath that sounded more like a sob. "I need you to know that I’m not staying because of the fantastic sex or play scenes. I’m staying because I care deeply about you as a person, Jett. I pray one day to know the real Jett and not the mask that you show to the world and before you say a word, I am content in waiting forever if that’s what it takes for you to feel safe enough with me, to allow me to see him. I am also staying because I know I need you as much as you need me. And I believe deeply in what is developing between us. I am going to hold you to your promises and will never let you forget them. We––" She gestured between the two of them, "are a work in progress. Just remember, if you ever decide to not play fair with me, then understand, neither will I honey."

  Jett could not contain his overwhelming happiness and smiled with his eyes, mouth, face and body right back at her. He had a new private pet name for her––his angel. She truly was his heaven sent angel, here on earth.

  "You sure you really want to stay? This lifestyle and myself are truly what you want, Mandy?" He felt compelled to ask and say the words even as he wanted to kick himself in the ass.

  "You are never going to push me away. I am done with running away from the unknown. Please kiss me, Jett." Mandy declared and her words came straight from her heart.

  Jett didn’t need to be told twice. He gave Mandy a blistering kiss that left her out of breath and laughing in complete joy and happiness. He picked up his vest off the handrail and carefully put it on her, wanting her breasts covered from everyone, except him.

  Picking her up in his arms, he cuddled her to his chest and pushed the button to open the elevator doors.

  Mandy looked around them and whispered, "Holy shit, we made a real mess," and hid her quickly reddening face in Jett’s neck.

  He chuckled and turned to look for himself. "I’m never going to see this elevator the same way again. I need to have Xavier get it fixed right away and call the store to put a rush on your outfit for tonight."

  "Melissa has the spare one with her dress so there’s no need." Mandy rubbed her cheek over his neck and shoulder. She loved the feel of his overly warm and soft manly skin and breathed in the scent of her pure and primal dominant male mate. She soon drifted off into a world of her own, full of fantasies about her new life at Jett’s side and the infinite possibilities while Jett carried her down to Melissa's apartment.

  "Xavier, I know you are still in there. Open this door right now or else." Jett yelled through the closed door.

  Xavier opened the door clad in only his slacks, holding the two sides of the fly together at the waist with his face flushed and his cock poking out to say hello.

  Jett saw Mandy’s eyes travel downward to remain there for a few seconds before she yelped quietly when he pinched her bottom. He became mildly annoyed and snapped at his male sub, "Put that damn thing away before you give my angel a coronary." Mandy chuckled quietly in Jett’s ear, only loud enough for him to hear.

  Xavier glanced down and realized why it felt a bit drafty. "Oh shit, sorry master, ma’am." He exclaimed and rushed to tuck himself away and do up the fly on his pants.

  "You want to explain to me why Mandy was running loose while you were screwing the newest sub?" Jett asked with deadly calm, keeping the smile off his face with tremendous effort.

  Xavier bowed his head and knew he'd be punished later for Mandy's insolence and he planned to punish her as well when Jett wasn't looking. It was his word over hers after all.

  "Tell Melissa to get Mandy’s spare outfit up to my apartment and you are in charge of taking care of the north elevator when you finish your business with her––and Xavier, next time do it on your own time, not mine. No more slacking!" Jett growled in deep disapproval.

  Xavier nodded his understanding and deeply apologized as he bowed before the couple.

  "Good. Now hurry up and screw her brains out. I expect the inside of the elevator to be fixed before the club opens tonight." Jett walked away to the south elevator still cradling Mandy in his arms. He felt Mandy’s body shake in his arms from her silent laughter and instinctively knew his curious sub, Xavier, was heading to the now broken one.

  "Holy Shit!" Xavier’s exclamation was heard loud and clear by both Jett and Mandy. They shared a knowing look and both burst into laughter as they rushed into the south elevator. They were still laughing when they got off on the third floor.

  Four hours later, Mandy did her best to hide the fact that she was walking bowlegged and in a slight bit of pain when Jett, out of the blue, picked her up into his arms and carried her down to the club and sat her down, at her request, at the bar. She promised him if she hurt too much or if anyone bothered her, she would go back behind the bar and sit on the soft stood he set there just for her.

  Jett introduced Mandy to his long time bartender, Nick, as his girlfriend. He instructed Nick to assist her in getting back behind the bar if he saw her having any kind of trouble. He also introduced her to
his security team and team of body guards that would remain on the floor and instructed them in the same manner. Mandy’s welfare was a top priority and he made sure they all knew it. Watching his workers' expressions as they stared at his angel, he knew he’d have to keep a close eye on them as well. They were eyeballing Mandy as if they’d never seen a woman before, let alone a beautiful one.

  Mandy’s surprise should be arriving soon. He thought to himself as he ordered her a stiff drink. She would need it later on in the night. All day long, he wrestled with the decision of whether to allow her into the VIP area or not. On one hand, he wanted to keep her separate from it until she experienced more with him. She was going to see things later that might send her running after all or cause her to hate him for exposing her innocent mind to. In the end, he decided to leave the choice up to her and give her the right to walk or run back into the main part of the club if she became uncomfortable at any time and without any sort of punishment.

  The club did not open for twenty five more minutes so he sat beside her, ordered a sprite and pulled out the contract of non-disclosure for the VIP members area, laid it in front of her and relaxed.

  Mandy read over the one page contract, her face blushing hotly over some of the terms and descriptions contained within. "This is for the club?" she asked.

  "Yes. As I said, it’s a requirement if you choose to enter with me. But I want you to know there’s no pressure on you to enter the area. I do understand if you’re not ready yet and if not, we can address the subject in the future." Jett said in a voice almost bordering on loving.

  Mandy was a bit surprised at Jett’s change in demeanor. We should have passionate and primal sex in the elevator more often.

  "Jett, I plan to be a part of your life and your world for many years to come. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me this choice, but where you go, I go. I will be fine as long as you are at my side to help me understand. I will say, I am not ready to participate though."