Finding Her Fantasy

by Trista Ann Michaels

  Would the softer side of Jon and the rougher side of Erik balance each other out?

  She felt her nipples begin to harden as she imagined what being with the two of them would be like. It had been so long since she’d had sex. It had been even longer since she’d had good sex.

  Sex with her ex, Clark, had been pleasurable, but not earth shattering. Sex with these two would be earth shattering.

  Erik’s gaze dropped to her breasts and his lips lifted in a soft, knowing grin that made Melinda blush in shame. He could tell this turned her on—the way they looked at her, the bindings, the uncertainty of what came next. It all made her crazy and they could tell.

  Jon slid the back of his fingers up the inside of her thigh, slowly brushing them over her flesh. Melinda shivered as his eyes met hers through his lashes.

  “I know you’re not cold,” Jon murmured.

  Melinda swallowed as his fingers came ever closer to the throbbing apex of her thighs. He didn’t touch her. Instead, his hands slid back down her leg toward her knee. Her skin warmed and her pussy began to feel achy. She glanced down at herself and almost cringed at her splayed thighs. The footrest of the recliner was up and her ankles were bound on either side of it, leaving her thighs spread wide.

  She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lie there while they did as they pleased. A split-second image of Erik’s head buried between her thighs flashed through her head and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

  “She’s very responsive,” Jon murmured as he feathered the back of his fingers over her labia.

  Her stomach muscles quivered in response as she fought the desire to lift her hips toward his touch. She should be angry with them. She should be. Unfortunately, anger was the last thing she felt at the moment.

  Chapter 4

  Melinda drew in a slow, not so steady breath as Jon continued to gently rub her pussy. Erik added his hand and pressed the tip of his finger between her labia, applying gentle pressure to her opening. She could feel her juices coating his finger and she closed her eyes in mortification.

  “Look at me,” Erik commanded.

  Melinda reluctantly opened her eyes and met Erik’s as he removed his finger from her pussy and slid it between his lips, licking the cream.

  “I believe you’re ready for the toys,” Erik said with a wicked grin that made Melinda’s stomach flip. He dragged his gaze away from hers and looked to Jon. “Get me the Rabbit.”

  “The what?” she choked out, barely able to catch her breath.

  Erik stared at her in surprise as Jon moved to pull something from the black bag close by. “Surely you’ve heard of a Rabbit.”

  Her face flushed in embarrassment. “I um…I…”

  She bit her lower lip, wondering why she struggled with finding something to say.

  Erik smiled softly, and she frowned, wanting to smack that knowing grin off his face. Unfortunately, tied the way she was, she couldn’t do anything—anything except take what they gave her. That thought made her heart race wildly.

  Jon came back and stood at her side. Leaning over, he pressed the head of the thick toy into her opening. She swallowed back her moan as he pushed it deep into her channel. Its girth stretched her walls, made her feel full, and she swallowed down the moan of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips.

  Watching Erik’s heated gaze, Melinda gasped as Jon positioned the ears of the Rabbit at her clit.

  “Oh, God,” Melinda whispered as she realized they were going to turn it on and watch as she exploded to the ministrations of the toy.

  She’d never done anything like this in front of anyone and began to shake her head, staring pleadingly at Erik, then Jon.

  “No,” she said.

  Jon ignored her pleas and flipped the switch, turning on the toy. Melinda groaned as the ears began to massage her clit in slow, sensual movements. She bit her lip, hard. She was sure if she kept that up, she’d draw blood before too much longer.

  “I’ll tell you what, beautiful,” Erik said as he leaned down and braced his hands on the armrest of the chair.

  It brought his face close to hers and his hair brushed against her cheek. She had a sudden and obscene desire to run her fingers through it, tug him down for a kiss. She even lifted her hands, but when the restraints bit into her wrists, she realized they were still tied down.

  “What?” she croaked as the shaft of the toy began to vibrate.

  “If you can keep yourself from coming, I’ll untie you.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “For how long?”

  “Until we get tired of watching you fight it, which might take quite a while.” His gaze dropped to her swollen breasts. “I especially like how your breasts rise and fall with your panting.” He brought his eyes back to hers. “I like how your hips lift just a little in rhythm with the ears. Do you like how those ears are rubbing against your clit?”

  Melinda gasped at how his words made her even hotter. “And if I can’t stop myself?” she whispered.

  He smiled. “That’s what I’m hoping for. Jon?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “What are you hoping for?”

  “That she comes more than once,” Jon replied as he moved to a chair just a few feet away, where he watched intently. “On her second release, I plan on sliding my cock between those sweet lips.”

  Melinda’s hips jerked as what Jon said flashed across her mind’s eye in image form. Was he large? Thick? She imagined so. For some insane reason, she had no doubt both of them were. They were perfect everywhere else. Why not there too?

  “Shouldn’t I have a safe word?” she asked as she fought hard to ignore the tingling sensations firing outward from her clit.

  Erik chuckled. “Do you really think you need a safe word? We would never do anything to hurt you, Melinda.”

  “Just humiliate me?” she snapped.

  “Never that either,” Erik replied as his lips spread into a purely wicked grin. “But if it makes you feel better…it’s safe.”

  Melinda frowned. “Safe?”

  Erik nodded.

  The plane hit a little turbulence causing her to bounce in the chair. Erik braced his footing, then stared back toward the cockpit with a frown.

  “Turbulence over open water?” he asked toward Jon, who shrugged in response.

  The pilot’s voice rang out over the speakers. “Bad weather ahead, guys. Put on your seat belts. I’m gonna take us above it.”

  Erik sighed and moved to the chair next to Jon. Melinda checked her own waist and realized her seat belt was already fastened just as the plane shook again, this time more violently. She gasped and grabbed hold of the armrests. Unfortunately, the toy continued to vibrate and stimulate her pussy. The fear racing through her veins as the turbulence shook the plane only added to her growing lust.

  How strange. She’d heard of that—of fear heightening a person’s sexual response—but never expected to actually feel it. Even her kidnapping fantasies never really involved fear, per se. It was more a loss of control, of being dominated…taken.

  The shaking began to subside as the plane broke through the gray clouds and into the pretty blue sky above the weather. Melinda let her head fall back and her eyes close in relief as the plane found smoother air. The toy continued to tease and she struggled to ignore it, to fight the rising pleasure between her legs.

  It was no use. The second she let her hips move in time with the toy, she lost all hope of coming out of this with at least some dignity. She would come and unfortunately, while they watched. She glanced over at the pair through heavy-lidded eyes. They sat silent, each watching as her body moved and undulated in the chair.

  She wanted to touch her breasts, but couldn’t. Her hands were bound and she tugged at the bindings, hoping it would give way. Her gaze met Jon’s but this time the heat of a blush didn’t overtake her flesh. She turned away, not wanting him to see what the toy made her feel, how their stares made her even hotter.

  “Don’t lo
ok away,” Jon said, his voice more commanding than she’d expected.

  But then why wouldn’t it be? He was a Dom as well.

  At first she didn’t turn back, but kept her eyes on the blue sky out the window. Her clit began to throb and the movement of her hips became more pronounced, more desperate. God, she was so close.

  “Melinda,” Jon demanded and she turned her face back to his.

  Lust shone in his eyes and she froze, unable to look away. Even Clark had not looked at her like that. Not once. She didn’t even know she could make a man look that way. It felt good. She liked it.

  Relaxing, she lifted her hips off the chair just a little, trying to force the thick girth of the toy deeper.

  “Mmm,” Jon murmured. “I like that.”

  She let her gaze drift over to Erik, who had a fierce look of hunger on his face. She gasped and thrust her breasts outward, wishing he would come over to her and suck on them. Erik didn’t move. Neither did Jon. They just watched, obviously enjoying the show.

  She felt her pussy walls tighten and knew her release wasn’t far behind. A soft moan slipped past her lips and she shut her eyes tight. Part of her wanted to scream. Part of her didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. Unfortunately, she appeared to no longer have control of her own body.

  Good Lord, this is insane.

  Her hands tightened into fists as her release began to build in her womb, then spread outward. Her hips bucked faster, higher, as the toy brought her to the brink with alarming speed.

  I’ve got to get one of these. It was the last thought she had before exploding with a shout.

  The toy pressed deeper into her channel and she opened her eyes to see Jon above her, his hand on the base of the toy, pressing it farther. Her walls contracted around it and she moaned as pleasure began to build once again deep in her core.

  “That’s release number one,” Jon said softly as he pulled the toy back, then pressed it in farther. “You know what I want for number two.”

  Chapter 5

  Melinda’s heart skipped a beat as she stared into Jon’s intent gaze. Oh, boy. He appeared ready to pounce, and just looking at him made the blood rush loudly through her veins.

  “Guys,” the pilot said as he opened the door to the cockpit and stepped into the cabin. “I hate to interrupt, but we’re ready to descend.”

  Jon frowned and glanced over his shoulder. Melinda turned to Erik who sat thoughtfully watching her and Jon. “How’s the weather?” he asked.

  “It’s still bad. There’s a small opening I can squeeze through, but I need you in your seat belts. It’s gonna get bumpy.”

  Erik nodded. “How long do we have?”

  “Five minutes. I would give you more, but we’ve been fighting a headwind and fuel is running low.”

  Erik sighed and again nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”

  The pilot stepped back into the cockpit and shut the door.

  “Why didn’t he just use the phone?” Jon asked as he stood straight and glared down at Erik.

  Erik shrugged as his lips spread into an amused grin. “You know our captain. He likes to peek in occasionally…see what’s going on.”

  Erik’s gaze turned back to hers and she felt her skin begin to heat.

  “After the…” She had to clear her throat in order to continue. “After the chloroform and the bouncing earlier, I’m not sure my stomach can take another round. Can I please sit up?”

  Erik gave her a slight nod. “Very good. You said please.”

  Melinda rolled her eyes.

  “And then she blows it,” Erik drawled, making Jon chuckle.

  “I’m serious,” she said with more force, pinning Erik with her best boss stare.

  Erik snorted, then waved to Jon. “Help her.”

  Jon removed the toy and began to untie her feet, allowing her to finally close her legs. He set the footrest down, and she sighed at the change of position. Her back was starting to cramp up. She’d never been a back sleeper, and if she laid on it too long, it would stiffen up between her shoulder blades.

  “Thank you,” she said grudgingly to Jon.

  He gave her a soft smile as he untied the silk around her wrists. A Sprite was placed in front of her and she frowned at the can and then up at Erik.

  “This will help,” he said.

  She took the can, surprised at his solemn generosity. As she popped the lid open, she watched him with curiosity as he made his way back to his chair.

  “Thank you,” she said, then lifted the can to take a sip.

  Jon joined Erik on the other side of the cabin as the plane began its descent through the dark clouds. Just as she brought the can to her lips, they hit turbulence. Sprite spilled over the rim and onto her chest. She hissed as the cold liquid hit her skin.

  Glancing over at Erik, she noticed his soft smile of amusement.

  “It’s a shame I’m not closer. I would lick it off for you,” he said softly, his deep voice making her skin tingle.

  She tried really hard not to let him see how his words and his voice affected her. Jon was sweet, soft-spoken, or at least as soft-spoken as a Dom could be. Erik was not. Erik commanded obedience even without saying a word.

  The plane hit another rough patch, this one actually lifting her butt off the chair. If she hadn’t been buckled in, her head would’ve hit the ceiling. She squealed and almost dropped her drink as one hand reached for the arm of the chair.

  “We’ll be fine,” Erik said, but Melinda wasn’t so sure.

  She swallowed down bile as the plane took another drop. “I hate flying,” she grumbled and closed her eyes against the nausea rolling through her stomach.

  “Well, since flying is the only way you’ll get home, I suppose you’ll just have to stay with us,” Erik murmured.

  Melinda shot him an angry glare. “I have to get back to work.”

  “Not for two weeks,” Jon said with a grin.

  “For that amount of time, you’re ours,” Erik added.

  “I’m going to kill my brother,” she grumbled under her breath.

  Try as she might, though, despite her anger toward Marcus, she couldn’t get that orgasm out of her head. Even with the two of them watching, she’d shot off like a rocket. Or maybe it was because they had been watching.

  She frowned and took a sip of the Sprite, hoping it would settle her stomach. She knew she found the whole kidnap bondage thing exciting, but exhibitionism? She hadn’t thought of that. She’d never really felt comfortable enough with her sexuality to do it.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she looked over at Erik and Jon. Would two weeks with them really make her feel better about herself? Marcus always said they were good with women who had low self-esteem. They could really build her up, turn her into a sexy, vibrant woman.

  She had confidence. Confidence in her abilities, her smarts. Confidence in her looks and her ability to attract a man was where she had issues. Was that why Clark had been able to get so close to her? Was that why he’d been able to fool her so easily?

  With a huff of disgust, she took another sip of Sprite, then swallowed it down with a groan as the plane again shook with turbulence. Out the window to her side, she noticed a streak of lightning and jumped.

  “Are we almost there?” she asked.

  “Almost,” Jon replied.

  “Where are we going, anyway?” she asked.

  Erik shifted in his seat to better face her. “Belize.”

  Her eyes widened. “Belize? Did someone get my passport?”

  “We have your passport, purse, and suitcase that you’d packed and left by the door. Your assistant also added a few things as well.”

  Melinda stared, shocked. “My assistant was in on this?”

  “From the start,” Erik replied.

  “From the start,” she asked slowly. “So…when did Marcus call you?”

  “After your argument about a vacation,” Jon replied.

  Melinda’s mouth dropped open. The p
lane ride had finally smoothed out but Melinda felt far from calm.

  “Don’t look so surprised,” Erik said with entirely too much calm to Melinda’s line of thinking. “You’ve been working way too much, drinking way too much, and in my opinion, not eating nearly enough.”

  “Excuse me?” she snapped. “What I eat or don’t eat is none of your business.”

  “It is while you’re here,” he replied in a tone that brooked no argument.

  “And where exactly is here?” she asked with just a hint of sarcasm. “Other than just Belize.”

  “We have a house in a small town on the coast. It has its own private landing strip, so we won’t need a car to get there. It’s quite nice. I think you’ll like it. It’s very private so you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your squeals.”

  Melinda glared angrily at Erik. It didn’t seem to faze him; he just smiled in return as though she had nothing but good things to say.

  “And just what makes you think I’m going to squeal?” she snarled.

  “You’ll squeal, just like you did earlier.”

  Melinda looked away as the burning heat of a blush moved over her face. God, he was blunt, but there was a small part of her, deep down inside, that liked it. She’d die before she admitted that to him, though.

  “If you look out the window, you can see the house,” Jon offered, as though trying to make her feel more at ease.

  She tried to tell herself that she really didn’t care. Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of her. Leaning forward, she glanced down at the ground. The blue waves lapped against soft white sands. Several yards from the beach, the tile roof of a large house could barely be seen through the thick covering of trees.

  It was definitely private. With all those trees, she doubted a person could get a clear view of the house from the ground, much less the air. It looked as though the nearest house was a quarter mile away.

  Her stomach knotted in slight trepidation. Despite their relationship with her brother, she knew very little about them and even less about their sexual lifestyle. What did they have planned for her here? Fear mingled with just a hint of excitement. It was the unknown. What would they do? What would they make her do? What would they do together?