His Every Fantasy (12 page)

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 will
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.

"Your friends left you at the mercy of
sadistic strangers. You were very smart to run out of there as fast
as you could. That is exactly what I avoid here. My club has a
great number of rules and regulations in place for the safety of
all members and their guests. It allows for play in a safe
environment for all, with given consent absolutely necessary. The
club you attended allows for forced consent and in my eyes that is
akin to rape. You will find the atmosphere in the VIP area to be
much more positive, loving and accepting. No one in the VIP area is
forced to do anything they do not wish to. I have a full team of
bodyguards, experienced Doms and Dommes placed in every room of the
VIP area to ensure my rules are followed or else the members are
banned from the club permanently. There are no second chances at my
club. Abuse is not tolerated outside of the realm of mutual
consent."

Jett's words helped her a small measure to
understand that the club her friends attend was very dangerous and
even life-threatening with no set rules. She could not understand
why they went there and decided after seeing his, she would
persuade Jett to allow them to come to this club where they would
be safe. But in the meantime, she had other things on her mind that
were more pressing.

"Why me Jett? When you could have and I’m sure
you have had many other beautiful women as your….submissives. I’m
broken, fractured and on the verge of shattering into a thousand
pieces to be scattered in the wind. You have to know I will never
be as submissive as you need. I am too driven, independent, set in
my ways and too strong to be one of those women who cower at your
feet and heeds your every command. I once lived a life similar to
that and I will never do it again."

"Why, you ask? The answer is simple and yet
extremely complex as well. To put it simply, I see a lot of myself
in you. I see you Mandy, see who you really are at your core, much
more than you allow yourself to. And because, who you are as a
person excites me to no end. No one has ever made me feel the way
you do. I know a relationship with you will always burn red hot,
will never be boring or dull, but new and earth-shattering every
day. That’s why."

Once again, his words had the power to make
Mandy feel cherished, admired, sexy-as-hell, trusted, and
well-cared for. She had to admit, there was something freeing about
handing over some of her power to Jett. In having someone take care
of her for once. Someone who actually cared enough to want to. It
was a new experience for her.

"Anything else?" He gently asked.

"Just one thing and if I overstep my bounds,
please forgive me. But from what I understand, many who are into
what we do or what my friends do, have suffered trauma in their
past. Did you suffer a horrific trauma too?"

"You have the right to ask and I have the
right not to elaborate, other than to say yes I did and leave it at
that." Jett’s voice turned suddenly cold as ice.

Mandy saw the instant of the pain and
vulnerability and his eyes while physically feeling his body
stiffen up, comparable to a petrified piece of wood. She understood
that pain all too well and wanted nothing more than to see it
disappear. She also knew all too well that it would take a great
amount of time, nurturing and maybe even love without judgment or
shame to heal the damage that had been done to him. She also knew
that if the relationship lasted, he’d eventually trust her enough
to tell her in his own time. For now, she’d dropped the subject and
leave it be. She also decided to be there for him, if ever he
needed her. He’d already been there for her at times she thought
she’d needed no one and he showed her differently.

"What can I expect to see tonight?"

"I could tell you, but none of it will mean
anything. I feel it’s best that you see it firsthand in a safe
environment where I can answer all your questions or you can be
free to ask them of other members in the club, with their consent
of course. You will be free to leave at any time if you feel
uncomfortable. I will expect you to treat the other members with
the same positive respect and acceptance that they will show you.
It is of the utmost importance Mandy. Intentionally defy me and you
will find yourself being punished publicly…. Where all my members
will be able to watch."

"I understand. I won’t let you
down."

"I almost hope you do." Jett caressed her body
and took a moment to imagine how the scene would play out on the
main stage.

"There are two more things to discuss. One,
you never answered my question about becoming my submissive and
continuing our relationship. I’m losing patience with the waiting.
The second, will discuss after you answer the first."

"Jett, I can’t be the perfect submissive you
need me to be."

"Did I at any time, ask you to be?"

"No."

"Then I don’t expect you to be a common
submissive. I expect you to be exactly who you are. You will
naturally become more submissive, to a point, the longer we remain
together in this relationship. Answer. Mandy. Now!"

"Okay! Okay! Don’t get your ass all wrinkled.
The answer is yes, I would like to continue to explore this thing
we have but I have a couple conditions of my own."

"Name them."

"I will go back to work at the bookstore as
soon as we know the situation with David. I’ve decided your right.
No more running. It’s my life and I’m going to take a
stand."

"Within reason. Next condition."

"I continue with my Krav Maga training until I
graduate as a master and retain the option of teaching it, if I so
wish."

"Done. Anything else?"

"I get to go back to running again, I need it.
I’ll go insane without it."

"Done. I’ll run with you and don’t give me
that look, woman. I can more than keep up and will practice your
Krav Maga technique together as well. Any other
conditions?"

"One last one. I want a tattoo when I’m ready,
and your tattoo parlor on the first floor of giant wings on my back
and I want you to be the one to do it."

"No."

"What the hell do you mean no! What part do
you disagree with?"

"The last part. I may own a chain of parlors
but I no longer give tattoos, not even for you, tigress. I have my
reasons. I will take you to Xavier though. He runs the parlor on
the first floor and is the best tattoo artist and body piercer
there is. Will that do? I will of course state your side through it
all."

"Are you sure I can convince you otherwise?"
Mandy saw Jett shake his head in a firm, don’t-argue-with-me, no.
"Then that would be perfect, thank you."

"Then we are agreed. I shall have it all put
into writing for you with one additional clause. Either of us are
free to stop the relationship at any time and walk
away."

"If you insist that’s what is best." Mandy
sighed.

"I do. Plus there will be more things to go
over before the contact is finalized." Jett said and stood up and
dried himself off. He put on his robe and noticed Mandy watched him
with breathless abandon. He turned and offered his hand to help her
step out of the tub then proceeded to dry her body was slow
measured strokes of the soft towel.

"Jett?" Mandy asked, her voice now smoky and
tone.

"Yes?" He asked and continued enjoying himself
with the drying of her strong athletic body; his touch more gentle
over her horrid scars.