His Every Fantasy (14 page)

"Yes, baby! Take it; take it all from both of
us!" He yelled.

It was all Mandy needed to hear to push him
over the edge with fever as she felt Xavier’s body began to stiffen
behind her. Suddenly, she became the tigress Jett believed her to
be and made her head and mouth become a jackhammer as she bobbed up
and down faster and faster, while her lips latched on and sucked
with all her might. She watched Jett’s hands turn white as he
gripped the chair’s arms. Her eyes rose to see his head thrown back
and his face nearing ecstasy, his breathing quickened shallow.
Moments later, Jett half-growled and half-screamed as his beast,
unleashed by Mandy, was set free. He flooded her throat, almost
choking her, amazed as she swallowed every single last
drop.

Xavier took that as his cue and unleashed
himself on Mandy, pounding in and out of her sweet, wet, and warm
sheath while Mandy threw back her head and screamed. He once again
pushed her over the edge into two of the most powerful orgasms yet,
causing her to scream Jett's name until she lost her
voice.

Xavier was introduced sooner than Jett had
planned, due to Mandy’s need. Moreover, he was nothing if not
diligent in fulfilling her needs. She astonished him once again. No
one had ever accomplished what she had moments before. No one had
found the chink in his proverbial armor, had cared enough or been
determined enough to not only find it, but also squeeze through it
and heal a small part of his soul. What Mandy made him feel was
earth shattering and completely unexpected.

Xavier retrieved a wet cloth and cleaned Mandy
and himself before he gave her a new clean and wet washcloth to
clean Jett.

She smiled, whispered her thanks and kissed
Xavier on the cheek, her natural loving tendencies came to the
forefront. She next turned them on Jett and decided to push her
luck. She moved very slowly so Jett saw it coming. She placed the
gentlest of touches on each side of his face, raised herself up and
placed a loving kiss upon his forehead and on each cheek. She then
sat naked at his feet, her arms wrapped around his lower leg and
her head resting upon his knee.

Jett ran his fingers through her hair, taking
time to catch his breath and willed it to return to normal. "Go
ahead and get dressed sweetheart. Xavier brought some clean
undergarments for you. He will help you dress and then we will go
on and finish your shopping." Jett smiled and nodded.

Mandy nodded back, stood and walked over to
Xavier who was already dressed and allowed him to help her into her
clothes. She could barely stand, her body was relaxed to the point
of heaviness and felt like rubber. When she was dressed, she
remained at Xavier's side and leaned on him until Jett was ready to
go.

Jett grabbed the collar's display box and
headed toward the curtain and out into the store. He slipped a
large sum of money into the clerk’s hand.

"Yours, for the use of the room and of course
for your excellent services, once again. The clerk smiled and
nodded, her eyes worshipping him.

Seeing this set Mandy off causing her to glare
at the clerk as if a single look alone could set the woman on
fire.

Xavier noticed Mandy’s look and how her hands
were clenched into fists. He put a strong arm around her waist and
made her walk forward against her will, even as she threw severe,
I’d better not catch you in a dark alley looks back at the clerk.
Xavier held in his chuckle when the clerk took several steps
backward to place the counter between her and Mandy.

In the limo, Jett scolded Mandy and told her
she could not beat up every woman that looked at him in such a
manner. He further explained, she needed to ignore them because all
he wanted, was her. She was definitely more than enough for
him.

"So you did notice her staring at you like a
cat in heat, then!" Mandy growled.

"No. Xavier told me when you were getting in."
Jett said in a stern voice.

Mandy moved away from him in a huff to sit on
the opposite side of the limo right behind Xavier. And before Jett
could stop her, she smacked Xavier upside the head and called him
an asshole. She curled up into a ball and burst into tears. She
didn’t understand what the hell was matter with her. Her emotions
were all over the place. It had never bothered her before, if a
woman looked at a man she dated. Maybe the doctor was wrong. She
really did have a brain tumor and therefore, defective. She could
come up with no other explanation for her actions.

"Mandy, sweetheart…." Jett voice trailed off
and he regretted his harsh words. His emotions were also in
turmoil. He felt as if a hurricane roared inside of him, triggered
by Mandy’s actions and the love that she so freely gave without
hesitation or reservation. Nevertheless, it was no excuse to treat
her so harshly or to forget what it was like as a new submissive
himself years ago. She was a newborn babe in a vastly different
world. One he had coerced her into and that is not to mention all
of the emotional trauma and baggage he knew she still carried
around.

Jett deeply regretted his actions and planned
to make it up to her, if it was the last thing he did. A decent Dom
would have kept his emotions under the strictest control. Jesus!
The woman had him turned inside out. She had found a way inside of
him without even trying and he was at a loss on how to deal with
it. All he knew for sure was that he couldn’t let her go now. He’d
have to find a way to reconcile everything inside himself. After
all, it was not her fault.

"Stay there Jett. Please don’t touch me. I
can’t do this with you. Your constant and ever-changing mood swings
are giving me palpitations. I’m sorry that I’m so messed up. Maybe
I really have a brain tumor that’s causing me to act like this and
making me act so differently from what I normally would. Maybe the
doctor just couldn’t see it. Because there is no other explanation
for my actions!" She cried out in agony. "I deserve to die for what
I did, for my past, for allowing David to beat me so badly that I
lost my beautiful unborn child. Then buried her in an unmarked
grave and left her behind like trash when I ran. No decent woman or
mother does that! Jesus! Fuck! Let me out of this car right now!"
Mandy became hysterical and tried to throw herself at the limo's
door. The need to escape overwhelmed her.

Jett had known, there was more deep down that
Mandy told him yet and now felt awful for being the one to bring it
out. He flew off his seat and grabbed Mandy around the waist and
finally succeeded in pulling her away from the door at the same
time that her mind became lost in yet another horrid part of her
past. One so deeply rooted, she’d most likely never told a soul
about it before and leave it to him to be the trigger. He felt like
a small bug floating in a big ocean of pain and agony.

"Shh. Sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault, it was
David’s. You did what you had to, to survive. Your baby girl would
be happy you are now safe from harm at his hands. I’m sorry Mandy,
this is all my fault. I should be taking better care of you. You
have done nothing wrong. The confusion, turmoil and possessiveness
you feel is completely normal and natural. Allow me to make it up
to you. Shh, calm yourself now."

"Calm down? Why should I calm down?" Mandy
asked as she came around. Her eyes were alight with pure
confusion.

Jett noticed right away that for some reason,
her mind was trying to block the memory of her child. He could only
imagine the depth of the damage from that trauma. He carefully
explained to her what just happened and what was said by them
both.

Mandy sat in stunned disbelief until she began
to remember. As her consciousness bridged the gap to the
unconscious part of her mind, she began to cry and her body heaved
back and forth in Jett’s arms. When she was finished, she wiped
away her tears with the handkerchief he provided. With a croaky
voice that had became sullen and flat she uttered, "You need to
find someone else Jett. I am too many shades of fucked up for
someone as amazing as you."

"No Mandy. I am just as many shades of fucked
up as you are, if not more so. The only difference, I am better at
hiding it from everyone. It is my fault this has been forced to
come to light. I will see it through to the end. I don’t believe in
quitting or giving up on anyone. I just ask that you have patience
with me. I promise our relationship will get better. And please
believe me when I say, I really am many more layers of fucked up
than you can possibly imagine. One day, I promise to tell you
everything there is to know about me and my past. Healing you first
is most important right now, okay?"

"Okay, Jett. Please forgive me for doing that
to you and thank you for saving my life by not letting me jump out
of a moving car. Today really was amazing, if a bit overwhelming."
Mandy whispered in his ear, keeping her hands to herself. She
intuitively knew he wouldn’t accept her touch right then. She saw
the guilt and regret in his eyes along with the remnants of his own
horrific past. It still haunted him and broke something inside of
her. They laid in each other’s arms on the floor of the limo in a
comforting silence.

MANDY ASKED JETT if he would mind picking out
her daily clothes for her and further asked if she could only try
on the outfit she would wear as his submissive. Of course, when she
saw it she was reminded of a female gangster and fell in love with
it at first sight.

The pinstriped outfit matched Jett’s with a
vest and pants. Instead of the silver timepiece and chain he wore,
she had a red rose attach to hers. The other difference, the vest
had a lower neckline to show off some of her breasts and the outfit
came with a gorgeous gangster-like hat with a small
brim.

When she pinned her hair up, put the hat on
and tipped sideways, and put on the three inch blood red heels and
collar necklace, she stood and looked at herself in amazement. She
looked beautiful and it was the temporary boost her self-esteem
needed. She also chose high heeled, blood red boots to go with the
outfit as well. She was ecstatic over the outfit and told the sales
girl so when she checked in on her.

The sales girl, Melissa, went on and on about
how the outfit was made for Mandy and her body. She took Mandy's
order of five outfits, hats, heels and boots. This was a tremendous
sale for her.

Mandy was happy she could afford to splurge a
little bit for the first time in five years and allowed the clerk
to do her eye makeup. When she was done, Mandy's eyes had changed
to ones that looked not only dramatic but mysterious. She was
finally ready for Jett and Xavier to see the final look and felt a
sudden nervousness.

She peaked out from behind the curtain which
led out onto a long model's runway. She watched as Jett and Xavier
sat down to wait. Feeling incredibly beautiful and powerful in her
new sub outfit, Mandy flung the curtains open and stood still for a
second, hands on her hips and a smile as bright as the sun lit up
her face. With purpose and exuding sex appeal, she walked with a
swagger down the runway toward Jett and Xavier. Their jaws were
left where they fell, upon the floor. She giggled silently and
continued toward them only to turn at the last moment and walk back
toward the curtain. She stopped herself mid-runway, turned in a
circle with her arms held outward from her body and faced them
again when she stopped.

"I believe we have the sexiest, most alluring
Angel we've ever seen in our midst, sir!" Xavier exclaimed as
though he were out of breath from running.

"Indeed we do, Xavier. She was already a
natural beauty, but with her exotic eye makeup and her hair swept
up, she will make every man who sees her, stop and fall over his
own feet for another look." Jett’s voice was gravelly and
seductive.

Mandy could read Jett's face well enough to
know he was turned on beyond belief. She blew him a saucy kiss with
a sultry look on her face.

Jett was stunned at her simple but very
effective transformation. Her waist length blonde hair pulled up
under her tilted hat, her exotic and vibrant green eyes popped with
the lure of mystery thanks to the thick black eyeliner and smoky
gray eye shadow applied artfully. Her full lips were the color of
rubies. The vest and slacks fit perfectly in all the right places,
showing off her beautiful curves. The scar on her breast was well
hidden beneath the line of the vest that was just low enough to
give a hint at the perfection that laid beneath. The pants fit and
accentuated her high firm bum and pleated in the front to show off
her flat and firm waist. They fell in perfection against muscled
legs down to her three inch, fuck me red heels.

Jett was salivating at the sight of Mandy. He
knew he was going to be fighting off suitors later that night.
God help any man that dares to lay a single finger on her creamy
and silky skin!
He thought possessively and in a moment of
realization, understood how she’d felt earlier with the clerk's
adoration and knew it was going to take years at the minimum, to be
forgiven for his harsh actions earlier. He also realized, he always
wanted to see her this happy. She was a truly radiant
angel.

He called the sales clerk over and told her to
add five more custom outfits, hats and accessories to whatever
Mandy ordered and bill everything all to him. He also hired her to
teach Mandy how to do her make up in exactly the same way. He
further offered her a handsome amount of money for fifteen lessons
and told her to inform him if she’d need more lessons than
that.