His Every Fantasy

by Holly Nicolai

  Rylan could not contain his outright burst of laughter any longer. He had to give it to Mandy, she was the first person to pull a fast one on his ever careful to the point of paranoia brother. He laughed even harder when Jett gave him a look that said, he would pay for that laugh at a later time. Oh yes, she was absolutely perfect for him and would always keep him on his toes.

  Mandy and Jett left the atmosphere of overabundant loud music and people in the club right into the silent and elegant hall of viewing windows. The viewing windows lined up each side of the hall, inviting her to visit each one. Jett growled low and deep causing Rylan to laugh again behind them as the door closed.

  Mandy knew the moment she stepped into that hall, she stepped out of vanilla normalcy and right into the far-out-of-her-comfort-zone world of fantasy, danger and pain where reality ceased to exist. She look a long gulp of the drink in her hand and felt Jett’s demeanor do a three hundred and sixty degree turn. No longer was he Jett, her caring, intense and even playful lover. He was now the strict dominant of legend who would expect her to obey every rule he set forth for her, earlier in the day when they laid in his king sized bed, the afterglow of making vanilla love together still fresh. She wondered where Xavier was. She hadn’t seen him since she saw his expression at seeing the broken mirrored walls of the elevator and then stared after them in shock. She asked Jett about it even as she felt strangely relieved that he was nowhere in sight.

  "I gave him and Melissa some time off to enjoy themselves. He seems quite taken with her and that is a relief to me. He can get a tad bit jealous of my female subs from time to time and it annoys the hell out of me." Jett confided in her.

  "Well, that's good then. Because there is no way in hell he's going to come between us." Mandy growled her promise, feeling a bit possessive herself even as she blushed with embarrassment for being so.

  "Don't worry tigress, I relish your possessiveness, it's makes me hard as a rock and only your luscious body can sate that need." Jett's voice sounded like smooth whiskey. He smiled approvingly when Mandy's body shivered with heat. He knew her tigress wanted to come out and play again. He'd found out earlier that she has indeed pushed him into subspace and he'd enjoyed it very much.

  "Tigress, let's start with the viewing windows on the right and then we will start on the left. Feel free to ask me anything you want or if you don’t understand something. Furthermore, always tell me bluntly if something intrigues or excites you." His tone became profound in its severity. Gone again was the arrogant, egotistical and demanding Jett he had been the first few days after they met. Jett more than ruffled her feathers when he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her like a child to the first large one way viewing window.

  The scene caused Mandy immediate and extreme discomfort. When she tried to move on to the next window, Jett blocked the way, his arms became steel cages around her waist.

  "No tigress. You are not going anywhere. Turn your head and watch, try to understand the fetish even if you can't accept it––yet." Jett demanded, his tone like shards of ice.

  Mandy knew one thing for sure as she turned to stare in the window again, she hated this side of him and wasn't going to put up with it much longer. "I’d rather not watch grown men being treated like babies and wearing diapers, thank you very much. I can accept it without understanding and being forced against my will to watch it, almighty asshole." She snapped back at him, making her voice match the tone and severity of his.

  "Very well, tigress. I will let you off the hook this once, but if you keep up your attitude of intolerance, I will make sure you experience every single room, first hand."

  "Fuck you Jett! You are the intolerant asshole here. I came in here with you because I care about you but, you seem to forget this is all strange and scary to me. It's one hell of a shock to the system to someone who is so new to all of this and I am trying, almighty asshole of the BDSM and kinky fetish world of craziness." Mandy whispered angrily, doing her best to blink her eyes rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

  Jett burst out with an evil chuckle and kissed the nape of her neck. "You wanted to be part of my world and now you are. Deal with it, tigress." He gently pushed her along to the next window.

  Mandy closed her eyes, her body stiffening up as she expected another scene like the last one. She forced herself to open her eyes and look and found herself relaxing even as her anger with Jett being a complete bastard was at an all time high. She knew he felt he had to push her boundaries, but he could at least have an ounce of compassion and put himself in her shoes.

  She stared into a room decorated as if it was from the Roman era. There were several couples and even a few singles in the room. They were having an orgy and even traded partners. This room was definitely preferable to the last room but there was no way in hell he was going to make her participate in that environment.

  "Are you enjoying yourself, tigress, as you watch them partake in pleasure with multiple partners?" Jett whispered in her ear, heating it up while his hand reached into her vest and caressed her breast. "Do you enjoy being a voyeur?" He asked as he felt her breath begin to hitch in her chest.

  Mandy was angry with herself for getting turned on by watching the couples in many different positions and some in groups of three. She could tell they were all comfortable touching each other in such ways and in screaming out their orgasms, not caring who heard. She could understand the freedom in the uninhibited nature of the act. She felt out of control as her body reacted in ways she'd not felt before and as her mind conjured up dark fantasies that seemed to come out of nowhere.

  She felt as if she couldn't catch her breath as her dark fantasies became intense with tremendous clarity of detail and that was not to mention the addition of Jett's fingers unbuttoning her vest with exquisite tenderness as he bared her breasts to the window. His very touch scorched her skin where it caressed her skin and the back of her body was on fire as he rubbed his hard cock back and forth over her ass through their clothing. The sound of his heavy breathing and growls upon her neck was driving her wild.

  "I can’t do this. This isn’t me. What have you done to me, Jett?" Mandy murmured as a brief few seconds of fear tried to take hold and she struggled against him.

  "Master. My name is Master or sir to you, sub. In here, Jett no longer exists. I am your dominant and you, my submissive. Push the fear of the unknown away this instant. It is the fear of yourself and of what your body and mind really want. I am not doing this to you. Let go, tigress. Let your dark side have its freedom. I promise if you do, I will keep you grounded. I will keep you safe from harm and I promise you will enjoy yourself. There is only me and you in here. I have ordered everyone else to stay the hell out tonight. Give me your trust tigress, give to me, the darkest parts of your soul." Jett's voice dripped with seduction and reassurance while his hand caressed down over her rips, stomach, abdomen and lower still, to caress between her legs over the fabric of her pants.

  "I demand that you tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones you have been afraid to tell another living soul. Give them into my keeping where they will be forever safe." His voice remained commanding yet low and husky, as he succeeded in seducing and relaxing her.

  Mandy finished her drink in a few gulps, feeling quite tipsy and let her mind and her darkest fantasies have full reign. She wasn’t ready to share them with him, not yet.

  "Show me more." Her voice sounded pleading in her mind yet came out deep, husky and breathless.

  "As you wish, but only if you promise me, you will release my tigress from her cage when she begins to roar and I'm still waiting for the answer to my question."

  "What––question?" She moaned softly.

  "Does watching so many people fucking and indulging in their basest desires, make you wet and want to participate?"

  "Yesss…." She hissed in response.

  "Excellent. Good girl, Mandy." Jett leaned his head over her shoulder and licked her lips ever so slowly then proceeded
to suck on her ear lobes while blowing hot air into her very sensitive ear canals. He grew impossibly hard as she moaned and writhed against him. Without realizing it, he had moved her to the next window.

  "Welcome to the Hellfire Room of Pain, tigress. I believe this is a room you, yourself will fully enjoy one day soon."

  Mandy watched through hooded eyes as the female Domme strapped a naked man down over a spanking bench and proceeded to paddle his bum. She followed it with a flogging and a caning. She could not control her body from shivering and writhing against Jett. This was by far her favorite room so far. The Domme, around her own age was mesmerizing to watch. There was a beauty in what she did and in how she became aggressive and cruel one moment, nurturing and generous the next. Mandy gazed around the room and saw a king sized bed customized with shackles and handcuffs on the head and footboards. There were many ropes as well.

  On the side wall were sexual toys of every shape and size on display, either hanging on the wall or in clear glass cases. So many of the toys excited her curiosity and others had her blushing ferociously. She continued to watch as the Domme went to one of the glass cases and took out then buckled a strap on dildo around her waist. The dildo was very realistic looking. The Domme grabbed what appeared to be a bottle and squeezed a jelly like substance all over the dildo and then squeezed a large amount on the crack of her sub's bum, using her fingers to rub it around and slide in and out of his bum while he tensed up and then moaned his delight. She had never seen such a thing before and while curious, she could not stop her whole body from turning into hot lava while she watched the Domme stroke her dildo as if it really was a part of her anatomy before she carefully guided it into the man’s bum and began to slowly thrust in and pull out. She said the dirtiest things to the man.

  "Master?" Mandy could barely choke the word out and turned her head to look at Jett's face. His eyes were not only profoundly intense as they stared back at her, but they were full of fire.

  "Yes, tigress?" He drawled the words out.

  "What––is that thing to the side of the female dominant that looks like a big X?" She asked, choking on the words. Her eyes kept being drawn back to the Domme as she tried to change the subject.

  "That––my luscious playmate––is called a Saint Andrews cross. It has many uses for the Dom or Domme. It is quite popular in kink and BDSM clubs, private homes and basically anywhere you can think of in our world. I also know your question is intended to hide from me the fact that you can't take your eyes off the Domme or her strap on. Both have you mesmerized and have taken your breath away. You become wetter by the second as you watch her."

  Mandy did her upmost best to ignore his suggestive comment and strengthened her voice, "The cross is beautiful and exciting. Maybe––sometime, you could hook me up to that and have your wicked way with me?" Her eyes lit up like a devil's at the prospect of gaining a pure soul with her words.

  Jett had no doubt she was in love with the cross but knew her words were more for the Domme and her strap on, than for the cross itself. He could read between the lines with Mandy as clear as day. But, he would play along with this new game of hers and allow her to pretend to keep her secrets.

  "One day––when you’re ready and well trained to my touch and my punishment." He whispered and sucked on her ear. He turned her face back to do what she wanted most, even if she refused to admit to it and that was watching the Domme and her sub. "There is definitely something to be said for a man who can take it up the ass by a beautiful and dominating woman. Who can free himself to indulge in the pleasure she brings to him, pushing him toward the ever elusive but ultimate goal of subspace." Jett smiled wickedly from behind Mandy.

  "To the next window, tigress." Jett commanded and they side-stepped again and again after watching each room’s activities. Some of the rooms were based on fetishes that Mandy really couldn’t stomach but at least tried to understand for Jett's sake.

  She stopped and refused to move an inch when they reached the blood room's window. It looked like a blood red bedroom with some fascinating toys. But it was the couple in the throes of a passionate embrace that drew her eyes. Every woman in love with the phenomenon of sexy vampires would be drooling over the scene playing out in the blood room. She was no exception as she felt herself grow even wetter at the scene. The incredibly hot and sexy man was a dead ringer for Eric from the True Blood series on television, her favorite vampire character. The vampire in the room looked so identical to Eric Northman, that Mandy put a hand on the window, praying to fall through and be caught only to be bitten by his sharp vampire teeth. It would be one of her hottest fantasies come true.

  "Another fantasy of yours, tigress?" Jett whispered deeply.

  "Oh God, yesss…." Chills and currents of heat, alternated running up and down her spine while she watched the vampire bite his victim’s wrist, breast and inner thigh. The sight made her the horniest she’d ever been in her life. She was so damn close to begging Jett to let her in there, right now. To hell with the other woman!

  Mandy, lost to her fantasies, is unaware Jett just stripped her naked. She only knew at that moment, if she rubbed her shaking finger on her clit, she would scream at the top of her lungs from she imagined would be her most powerful orgasm yet.

  "Come along, tigress." Jett was ready to explode from watching Mandy lose herself in uninhibited fantasy as she watched the couple in the blood room. She was burning him alive, so hot were the waves of heat emanating from her body. Her heavenly scent was growing stronger by the second, almost as if it was his own special aphrodisiac and seeped out of every pore in her body. Mandy writhed with abandon, reached around her hip with her hand to caress his cock then stopped just in time and took it away again. She was obeying the rules very well and he was immensely proud of her.

  When Mandy stubbornly pressed her naked body against the window, Jett growled possessively, lifted her off her feet and forcefully carried her to the next window where he held her in place, so she couldn’t run back to the blood room's window again. He hadn’t pegged her as a vampire groupie, but he should have known better. Every woman these days wanted to be bitten by and have sex with a damn vampire. They all wanted to live out the fantasy and now he knew, his Mandy was no exception.

  At the next window, "The Electric Chamber" room was equally fascinating to her if not a bit odd. It sported an authentic electric chair from a nearby closed down prison and a woman was strapped into it. The only difference was that the electric stimulators were attached to her nipples and clit. Her moans and screams of pure ecstasy and pain drew Mandy right in as another fantasy took hold in her mind. She was confused about the necessity of the blindfold and the headphones the woman wore.

  Turning halfway toward Jett in his arms, she asked him what their purpose was.

  "Sensory deprivation causes all other senses to heighten considerably." He explained.

  "Fascinating. What do they use for toys in this room besides the attachable electric stimulators?"

  "Do you see what the Dom has in his hands?"

  Mandy nodded slowly in confusion and listened as Jett explained that it was similar to the stimulators she was used to. The difference was that it delivered only a low voltage shock of electricity straight to the G-spot when inserted inside of the vagina or anus.

  "Your beautiful bum is a treasure trove of sensation and alone can cause multiple orgasms, some of which will be the most powerful you will ever experience. The Dom or Domme has to use extreme care not to tear or break the thin tissues during stimulation."

  "Mm. Your tigress has been very bad and deserves a swift punishment, Master." Mandy murmured, her inner tigress fighting to be free of all restraints as she fought against the overwhelming urge to play with herself and make Jett watch, just to see the effect it would have on him.

  "I know, my tigress. I can smell your heavenly scent and it has been getting stronger the more aroused you become. He slid two long fingers deep inside of her wet warmth and pulled th
em out dripping with her hot juices. His eyes compelled her to keep watching as he slowly brought them to his mouth and sucked on them. His eyes fluttered closed in pure pleasure at the exquisite taste of his Mandy. When he forced his eyes open again, it was to Mandy’s passion-filled, hot-as-hell gaze as she stared at him over her shoulder and panted. She was now a wild tigress in heat and in need of her mate.

  He dipped his fingers into her wet warmth again and pulled them out again with an agonizing slowness to drive her crazy. Only this time, he brought his dripping fingers up to her stubbornly closed lips.

  "Open up and taste yourself on my skin." When Mandy shook her head no, he growled, "If you don’t, I will make you yearn for orgasm all night long while strapped to the Saint Andrews cross and I will deny you that which you desire most, tigress."

  He took the forefinger of his free hand and brushed her swollen clit with a feather soft caress causing her to bite her lip and buck her body. Her mouth flew open on a moan. It was all he needed as he shoved his fingers between her luscious lips and held her tongue down.

  "Close your mouth and taste us, tigress." She had no choice with him holding her tongue in place, so she did as he asked and was surprised. Together, they tasted sinfully delightful to her overheated and short circuited senses constantly misfiring in the heat of the moment.

  While she sucked his fingers clean of every drop, he whispered in her ear, "Baby, you are soaked and I am fucking starving. I am going to lap up every last drop of cum out of your beautiful rosy pussy and then I’m going to make you cum all over again as I fuck you with my tongue." His words and dirty talking left her trembling where she stood on now rubbery legs.