Finding Her Fantasy

by Trista Ann Michaels

  She warily watched Erik as he took the seat at the head of the table next to her. She couldn’t believe he’d actually spanked her. What she couldn’t believe more was that she’d liked it and how close she’d come to having an orgasm.

  Erik smirked. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Melinda. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She bristled and lifted her chin. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  She reached for the platter of chicken and tried to ignore his amused expression. She placed a breast on her plate and then passed the platter to Jon, who also watched her with more curiosity than made her comfortable.

  “If not me…”

  Melinda stiffened as she waited for Erik to continue, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Unfortunately, Erik wasn’t going to let her hide. He put his finger under her chin and turned her face toward his.

  “Then perhaps it’s the fact that spanking almost had you screaming for release. Maybe I should’ve kept going.”

  Swallowing, Melinda pulled her chin from his grasp. “I think not. I don’t appreciate what you did.”

  “Maybe not. But you liked it.”

  Melinda’s anger was about at the boiling point. The only problem was, she had no idea who she was really angry at. Herself or Erik.

  “You’re such an arrogant, infuriating…” She was so angry she wasn’t even sure how to finish the sentence.

  Erik’s lips tilted slightly as amusement flashed in his eyes. “I’m a Dom, Mel. I’m supposed to be arrogant and infuriating. I also recognize the signs of a woman who’s about to explode. Especially a woman I find very attractive.”

  He leaned forward and chucked her under the chin. She scowled at him, determined to not pay attention to his flattery, no matter how much it made her heart flutter.

  “Just know this. Jon or I will never hurt you. If you’re scared or hurting, you use your safe word and we will stop.”

  Melinda wondered why she hadn’t used it while he was spanking her. Could it be he was right, and she had liked it?

  She returned her attention to her lunch and thought about her question to herself. Why hadn’t she used it? If she hadn’t been so angry, would she have enjoyed it even more?

  This was insane. He was insane. They both were.

  What woman in her right mind has an orgasm from being spanked? She lifted her fork and stared sadly at the chicken.

  Me apparently.

  “Don’t think so hard about things,” Jon said. She watched him scoop grilled green beans onto her plate. “Just relax and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about how proper it is or how unorthodox you think it might be. Just go with it.”

  “Are you a mind reader now?” she asked with just a hint of sarcasm.

  “When you can read women as well as Erik and I can, you don’t have to be a mind reader. To be a good Dom, you have to be able to read the physical signs. We can tell if you’re in pain or about to come. We can tell when we need to back off or increase things based on a woman’s movements, the way her body shifts. When Erik spanked you, instead of pulling away, you’re ass actually moved toward his hand.”

  “It did not,” she argued.

  Jon smiled softly. “Yes, it did. Trust me. I kept my eyes on that tight little ass the entire time. I know exactly what it did.”

  “I think we should just change the subject.” She quickly put a bit of chicken in her mouth and almost moaned at the flavor. Tropical spices filled her mouth as she chewed. God, she had to get this recipe.

  “A change of subject sounds like a good idea,” Erik conceded. “Jon, you, and I need to talk strategy for the new mutual fund and we need to call the insurance company about one of our buildings in Manhattan. The sale went through, and we should be closing in a couple of weeks.”

  Jon nodded. “Good.”

  “Melinda, while we’re doing that, you’re welcome to explore the house, take a swim in the pool.”

  “I thought you were giving me a tour?”

  Erik studied her briefly, making her want to squirm. “It’s not that big, but if you would like a tour, we can oblige. Can’t promise it won’t end in the bedroom, though.”

  “That’s okay. I can check it out on my own.”

  She wanted to smack the smirk off Erik’s face. What did he expect her to say? Oh, yes, please take me now?

  “Good,” he murmured. “For now, though, I want you to stay on the grounds.”

  “Why? Afraid I’ll run?”

  “The thought has crossed my mind.”

  “I don’t know where my clothes are.”

  “They’re in the room you will be sharing with me and Erik,” Jon replied.

  Melinda almost choked on her bite of beans. She grabbed her glass of water and took a quick sip. “Excuse me?”

  “The three of us will be sharing a room,” Jon repeated.

  “Why?” she asked.

  Jon shrugged as though the answer should be obvious. “How else are we supposed to be able to take you whenever and however we want?”

  “So I have no say?”

  Erik stood and murmured in her ear, “You have a safe word, princess.”

  His voice that close to her ear made her insides quiver. She watched as he took his plate to the counter and placed it in the outdoor sink. He ran water over the plate and then set it back down. It surprised her he would clean up after himself.

  In frustration, she brushed that thought aside. What did that matter, anyway?

  “Fine,” she said haughtily. “I use my safe word now for the entire duration of my trip.”

  Jon and Erik both laughed.

  “It doesn’t work that way,” Erik said over his shoulder as he headed into the house.

  “Where the hell is he going?” Melinda asked in impatience.

  “Probably to the office to check messages, e-mail, and what not,” Jon replied, his lips still spread in a wide smile.

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m so glad that the two of you find this whole thing so funny.”

  “Come on, Mel,” Jon said as he too took his plate to the sink.

  He came back and put his arms on the back of the chair. Leaning over, he placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. Every inch of her skin heated, despite her attempt to remain unaffected. He brought his hands around and cupped her breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud at the feel of his warm hands on her still-aching mounds.

  “You can’t tell me you’re not having at least some fun,” he whispered in her ear.

  He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them. Her body responded instantly, and she could feel herself getting wet all over again. He used his forehead to push her head to the side, allowing him access to the sensitive spot just below her ear. His lips were soft and warm as he placed light, nibbling kisses along her flesh—flesh that now burned with the need to have sex. Real sex, not this playing around crap.

  “See how responsive you are,” he murmured as one hand left her breasts and slid between her thighs.

  His palm cupped her pussy, and she let her thighs fall open just a little to allow him more room.

  “Definitely responsive,” he murmured. “I like that. Nice and wet.” He used the tip of his middle finger to separate her labia, and she let out a slow, shaky breath. “By later tonight you’ll want us so bad you’ll beg for it.”

  With those final words, he withdrew his hands and followed Erik into the house.

  Melinda stared at his back as he moved toward the stairs that would take him to the main level.

  “Damn son of a bitch,” she grumbled. “The least he could’ve done was get me off.”

  Chapter 6

  Jon stood behind Erik staring at the e-mail on the screen. Erik had told him there was something he wanted him to see, but they hadn’t gotten to what that was yet.

  Through his peripheral vision, he saw Melinda stroll by the office door…dressed. Jon grinned slightly, wondering if she’d walked
by the office on purpose, deliberately letting them know she’d put clothes on.

  “Looks like someone found their clothes.”

  Erik looked up. “What?”

  “Melinda just walked by fully dressed.”

  “Well, now. That won’t do.”

  Erik pushed his chair back and strolled out the office door. Jon followed and leaned against the jamb, waiting for the show to start as Erik caught up with Melinda.

  “What did I tell you was the first rule of the house?” Erik asked.

  Melinda stopped dead in her tracks and glared at him, hands on her hips. She stopped so fast, the skirt of her sundress continued to swirl around her calves.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m dead serious,” Erik replied.

  He reached out and grabbed her dress. Melinda gasped and tried to step away, but Erik held firm and pulled her to him. She stared up at him, her pretty eyes shooting daggers at his best friend.

  “Take it off,” Erik demanded.

  She didn’t move.

  “Take it off, or I will,” Erik repeated.

  Again, Melinda didn’t move. Jon’s lips twitched as he watched the two of them try to stare the other down. She had spunk, he’d give her that.

  With a growl of impatience, Erik gripped the skirt of the dress and tugged it upward. Melinda gasped and growled and tried to fight Erik, but Erik was stronger and easily lifted the dress over her head.

  Jon raised an eyebrow at the fact that she was naked underneath. His cock twitched at the sight of her smooth skin and toned body.

  “Damn it, Erik,” she snapped, stomping her foot adorably.

  “If you really didn’t want to remove the dress, you would’ve used your safe word,” Erik countered, and the look on her face was priceless. Apparently, the adorable pixie was learning a few things about herself today.

  “Agh, you son of a—”

  Erik lifted a finger. “Careful.”

  Her lips thinned as she glared angrily up at him. Erik gave her ass a pat and nodded toward the pool. “Go on now. Cool off in the pool.”

  Erik walked back to the office, but Jon stayed where he was, watching her stomp toward the back of the house, softly mumbling to herself. Jon snickered as Erik brushed past him.

  “She’s going to clobber you before the days out, you realize that, right?” Jon asked.

  Erik smiled wickedly. “I hope she tries. I think I’ve witnessed more spunk out of her today than any of the other times I’ve seen her.”

  “You never made any of the other girls walk around naked.”

  Erik sat back down in the chair. “Are you complaining?”

  “Absolutely not. Although I’ll admit it’s hard to concentrate on work when I know she’s out there, naked and ready to be seduced.”

  Erik’s shoulder lifted in a slight shrug. “Then go seduce her. I can handle things here. I want to check into something her brother sent me, anyway.”

  Jon straightened from the door frame. “Is that what you were about to show me?” He knew his friend well and the worry in his eyes made Jon tense. “Is something wrong?”

  Erik sighed and nodded. “Her ex has disappeared.”

  Jon snorted. “How is that a bad thing?”

  “Marcus’s had a bad feeling since one of his security people caught Clark following her out of the parking lot one night. Ever since then, he’s known where Clark was, even knew he was outside Mel’s house when we picked her up, but just today, they lost him.”

  The hairs on the back of Jon’s neck stood on end. “Are you worried?”

  “A little. I want to get our guys tracking him on our end, see if we can pick up his trail. I don’t think he’s really a threat, but I want to know where that little shit is anyway. Better to be safe than sorry.”

  Jon agreed. It was doubtful Clark was a threat, but Jon had learned long ago never to underestimate anyone, even someone as idiotic and apparently clueless as Clark. “What do you need me to do?”

  “Nothing yet, just keep an eye on Mel and keep her from getting bored.”

  “Should be easy enough.” Jon grinned and headed out of the office.

  “My guess is it won’t be as easy as you think,” Erik called out.

  Jon ignored him and headed to the patio, where he could see Melinda wrapping a colorful beach towel around her body. Mel certainly liked to buck the system.

  He slowed his stride and watched as she lifted her hair off her neck. The ocean breeze caught the short curls close to her ear, making them flutter in the wind. She tilted her head back as though enjoying the air. The towel remained around her torso blocking the view of her curves.

  He’d take care of that soon enough.

  *

  Melinda sighed as she lifted her hair and let the breeze cooled her neck and shoulders. This close to the ocean, there was always a breeze. In the distance, she could hear the birds crying out as they dove for fish, the waves crashing against the shore, and an occasional laugh of a woman.

  Was it Maria or someone on the beach? She hadn’t seen anyone, so it must be the housekeeper. There weren’t any houses close enough for the voices to carry to here.

  She lifted her other hand and smoothed the short pieces of hair that stubbornly clung to the back of her neck. Maybe she should go take a shower. She wasn’t sure she wanted to walk past Erik’s office again though.

  She still couldn’t believe how he’d jerked her dress off. It had angered, as well as excited her. She snorted to herself. It probably just excited her because she was still so turned on from the spanking and then the soft touches of Jon while they were at lunch.

  Was Jon right? Would she be begging for it before the day was out?

  Strong arms encircled her waist from behind and she stiffened before trying to turn her head to see who it was. She saw Jon’s shorter, dark hair and realized it was him, although that didn’t help her to relax any at all.

  “You’re not supposed to be covered,” he murmured in her right ear.

  Goose bumps rose along her flesh as she imagined what he might do to her for disobeying…again.

  He tugged at the edge of the towel and it fell to the concrete patio. She sighed in a mixture of frustration and excitement. “I can’t have anything over me at all, ever?”

  “I’m sure we’ll let you wear clothes at some point,” Jon replied, his voice full of amusement. “After all, you can’t go to town like that, but…we may not take you to town. I think I like seeing you this way.”

  His hands feathered lower across her stomach and her muscles tensed. She wanted him to touch her, she realized. It had been so long since a man touched her like this, seduced her, made her feel sexy and wanted—made her feel hot.

  “I like that I can just come up behind you and slide my hand between your legs.”

  He cupped her pussy and gave her a gentle squeeze. Melinda sighed, letting herself enjoy his touch without any thoughts of how crazy this was.

  “I like that I can feel how wet and hot your pussy is.”

  He pushed the tip of his finger between her labia lips and spread her juices around her clit. Her legs trembled. She was already so close. She’d been turned on for so long, it would be easy to make her come right now. She let her hands fall and grip the iron railing of the fence that partially surrounded the patio area. She needed to in order to keep herself upright. Her legs were that weak.

  Without warning, he pulled his hands away and came to stand next to her. Melinda continued gripped the railing and stared at him as though he’d lost his mind. What the hell was he doing?

  Jon leaned his hips against the rail and while keeping his eyes on hers, he started to put his wet finger in his mouth and then changed his mind. He reached out and placed his finger in front of her lips.

  Melinda hesitated for a just a second, then slowly wrapped her lips around his finger. She sucked it deeper into her mouth and twirled her tongue around his knuckle to lick the juices off it. Jon’s eyes narrow
ed as she gently sucked and scraped her teeth along his flesh as he slowly withdrew it.

  “I almost expected you to bite me,” he said softly as his gaze traveled down her heated body.

  “I may yet.”

  Jon’s soft chuckle rolled over her like warm chocolate. She liked his laugh. It was softer than Erik’s. She really needed to stop comparing them. They were so much alike and at the same time, so different.

  “How long have you and Erik been friends?” she asked, trying to take her mind off how badly she wanted to jump him.

  He appeared thoughtful as he brushed the back of his knuckles over her nipple. It hardened almost painfully, and she had to fight the desire to lean forward so he would cup her entire breasts. She wanted him to squeeze it, lick it, suck it. Just thinking about it now made her want to start undulating her hips.

  God, if she spread her legs wide enough, the breeze alone would make her come. She was almost sure of it.

  “A long time,” he said. “About twenty years or so.”

  “Have you always shared?” she asked, startled at the sound of her shaking voice.

  His eyes met hers as he cupped her breast and gave it a sharp squeeze.

  She moaned and then bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from getting any louder.

  “Does it matter?”

  She shook her head and swallowed. “No. I suppose it doesn’t really.”

  He bent his head and licked his tongue over her pert and overly sensitive nipple. “Yes, we’ve always shared,” he whispered, but in truth, she barely heard him.

  He straightened back up and studied her face for a brief second. She wanted to hide. She was so embarrassed that her desire was clearly written across her flushed face. She knew it was. She had no doubt. How could it not be?

  “Do you want something, Mel?” he asked softly.

  For a moment, Melinda wasn’t sure what he was asking her.

  “Do you want something inside you?” he purred as he pinched her nipple, making her gasp.

  “I think that’s rather obvious, don’t you think?” she snapped a little more harshly than she’d intended.

  Jon’s lips lifted in a soft smile. He ignored her smart retort. He moved closer and pulled her against him. His clothes felt good as the material brushed over her nipples, but she wanted to feel his bare skin, his warmth. His thick cock pressed against her stomach, and she shifted against it, both thrilled and anxious about his size. He felt huge.