His Every Fantasy (18 page)

"Look in the mirror tigress and don’t you dare
take your eyes off of it." He whispered in a severe tone in her ear
and waited for her to comply. Impatient, he grabbed her jaw and
forced her face upward and forward. She was full of spit determined
to break him or at least knock him down a few notches.

"I
will
break you. You will not break
me. Don’t forget, I have many, many years of experience and you
have none." With his last word, he ripped her vest open and snapped
the clasp of her bra between her breasts with force. Then tore open
the fly on her slacks and ripped her pants and undies down to her
ankles in one swift vehement move. He crouched lower, keeping his
eyes firmly locked on hers and rubbed his cock between her legs
using his hand to guide himself. His thumb rubbed her to orgasm at
the same time. Only when her head fell backward, did he demand that
she keep her eyes open while she orgasmed. It effectively brought
them both to a very primal state of mind. Mandy’s orgasm did
nothing but heighten her awareness of the delectable devil pressed
up against her. Her brain short circuited and ceased to function as
primal need took over. She laid her arms on the handrail and laid
her head on them, while she faced the mirror toward the back of the
elevator and thrust her bum in the air as she panted.

"Fuck me, Jett. Let the beast inside have free
reign." She growled in a deep husky tone, demanding it of
him.

Her words and posture pushed him right over
the edge until he became the mindless beast she begged for. Jett
kicked off his pants, grabbed his heavy aching cock in his hand
covered in her hot juices and stared into her eyes through the
mirror as he stroked it twice, watching Mandy lick her lips and
panted even more, like a tigress in heat, responding to the visual
image. His knees nearly buckled in his overwhelming need to sink
himself home and possess every inch of her, body and soul, until
both of them had no doubt that they belonged to each other. He
guided himself inside of her with exquisite slowness and then
slammed it the rest of the way inside of her majestic pussy and
released a roar, "You are mine, now and always. Say it
now!"

Unable to deny the command, Mandy screamed the
words as her passion accelerated out of control. Relentless
electric currents raced through her body, pushing her to new
heights. She felt a stinging sensation on her bum as he bit her
neck hard enough to break the skin and mark her as forever his. She
slammed back against him with every ounce of strength she
possessed, wanting him to stretch her wide and felt as if he could
reach her very soul and still she craved more.

Jett wrapped an arm around her hips while at
the same time pulling on and pinching her nipples one at a time
until they stood at full attention, all for his pleasure.
Jesus,
her large nipples are absolutely perfect for my nipple clamps.
Mandy's screams in her uninhibited passion pierced him like a
million electric shocks all over his body. He watched her in the
mirrored wall, watched himself slam into her again and again. She
was soaking him with the hot, wet warmth of her sweet smelling
juices. He took a deep breath of her heavenly scent and growled in
primal satisfaction.

The walls of her pussy were pulsating,
teasing, and milking his penis and pushing him toward the edge of
no return. He made sure she already experienced three amazing
orgasms, if her screams were anything to go by. She was going to
enjoy many more before he was done with her. He silently promised.
She had him so worked up, it was going to take at least two to
three more rounds to get it all out of his system. He envisioned
her strapped to his Saint Andrews cross and taking everything he
could give her and then some and whispered his desire in her ear.
He knew his words alone, dripping with the promise of pain and sex
were enough to push her over the edge and into her fourth
orgasm.

Jett grabbed her reddened, swollen clit and
squeezed it tight, just as he knew she liked it and made her come a
fifth time, not giving her a chance to recover from the last one.
He simultaneously gave her his most powerful thrusts, knocking her
head into the mirrored wall again and again, until she put her hand
between her head and the mirrored wall to protect herself. She
orgasmed hard, he could tell by how her inner walls were strangling
his cock and no longer milked but sucked his amazing orgasm out of
him like a vacuum.

Jett was still fully erect after his orgasm
and chuckled when Mandy looked down and noticed the fact for
herself with wide eyes. "No darling, we’re not even close to done
yet. Turn around." He growled in a demanding voice that she knew
better than to deny, after all this is what she claimed to want. He
spun Mandy around to face him and grabbed her bum, hefting her
until her sweet ass sat perfectly on the handrail. He pulled her
legs one at a time slowly off of his hips and rested them over his
shoulders.

"Again?" she asked.

"Again and again, until I say we’re done. You
wanted the primal beast set free, you got the beast, tigress." he
growled. He dipped his head, pulled her nipple into his mouth and
bit gently at first. Hearing her screams of pleasure as music to
his ears, he bit much harder and then did the same to the other. He
also bit down on the inside of her breast hard enough to ensure the
skin broke and would scar with his teeth marks. He ensured everyone
would know without a doubt that she was his and his alone. Mandy
screamed more music into his ears at the top of her lungs. He
slammed into her again with such force that the mirror behind her
back cracked and spider webbed. He paused for a moment, afraid of
her back getting all cut up.

"Jesus! Fuck, don’t stop!" She begged and
demanded, helpless to do anything more than scream in pleasure and
hold on for the ride of her life.

Jett refused to slam her into an already
broken mirror and lifted her, slamming her into the mirror on the
opposite wall, breaking it as well. Anger at the poorly built
mirrored walls and primal need drove him while Mandy laughed,
moaned, screamed and then in her passion-filled, impatient, husky
voice yelled, "the doors, use the damn doors!" And so he
did.

He thrust into her as hard and as long as he
could while she had six more screaming orgasms. By the time he came
with a roar deep inside of her, he knew he finally possessed her,
body and soul. He and his beast were now impatient to awaken her to
all of his toys that he knew she would come to love and enjoy, but
they needed to have a serious chat later. This was no role-playing
game to him, this was his life. He needed her to get that concept
through her thick, stubborn, defiant skull.

"Mandy––"

"Don’t say it, Master. I know you have to
punish me later, just as I know I’ll meet you half way and enjoy
every second––"

"Shut up for a moment woman and let me speak."
Jett growled impatiently. He gently helped her to stand where there
was no broken mirror on the floor and dressed her in her undies.
Her pants and vest were shredded on the floor. He shook out his
pants and boxers, put them on and watched her start to slide down
the elevator doors to the floor, her legs physically unable to hold
her upright. He grabbed her and saved her from cutting her
beautiful ass up on the broken shards of mirrored glass.

"As I was trying to say, I’m not role-playing
for you nor am I playing any games Mandy. This
is
my life
twenty-four hours a day––seven days a week, tigress. There are no
role changes between us and I will demand your respect in front of
others. You can call me sir in public if saying Master in that
environment is too much right now and I can see in your eyes that
it is. But in the VIP area, I am always to be addressed as Master,
nothing else. Now, this is your one and only chance to run Mandy,
if you can’t accept this relationship for what it is and if you
can’t see this as your life, every minute of every day. If you
don’t run now, you are agreeing to be mine––forever
more."

Mandy stood in silence and stared at Jett with
surprise coloring her face while what he said really sunk in,
combined with the look of extreme torture in his eyes when he
forced himself to say that this was her only chance to flee. That
look alone, told her volumes more than anything else he’d uttered
to that point.

When Mandy did not respond, Jett said, "I will
put this bluntly. This is your only chance to flee to the life you
know or toward the normal vanilla life you still want. Life with me
will be a roller coaster of a ride straight to the very depths of
Hell. I can only promise if you stay, to drive you insane, to drive
you to hate me and to be the vicious stalker you know me to be. I
can also promise to worship the ground you walk on, never to touch
another sexually in any way, not without your explicit consent, to
never intentionally hurt you physically or mentally, to give you
the world at your feet and anything else your heart desires and
you––er, you are already my whole world. You have touched me––mind,
body and soul as no one else has ever been able to. I will forever
more belong only to you. If you leave, I will understand and I will
be here waiting for you to come back home. But I will not ask or
even beg you to stay."

Jett turned his back to Mandy and closed his
tortured eyes. His hands fell to his sides clenched into fists. His
body became stiff and tense. He refused to watch her run away, but
she deserved to have the choice nonetheless. He would do his best
make sure she always remained safe from harm. He also knew if she
left, she’d take a large piece of his soul with her. In the very
short time she’d been in his life, she’d managed to embed herself
deep within his soul and had forced him to care too deeply about
her for his own comfort but he was dealing with it.

"I will only say this one last time. This is
your last chance Mandy. Go now because if you stay, I swear I will
never let you even attempt to leave me. I promise I will hunt you
down to the ends of the earth if necessary, just to bring you back
home with me safe and sound. I care––too much about you." He
allowed a minute amount of extremely uncomfortable vulnerability to
show upon his face, somehow knowing he could trust her with
it.

Jett stood for a few moments in complete
silence and held his breath, awaiting her answer. It felt like
forever as he awaited her to say something or just open the
elevator doors and go. He’d wait forever if it meant she would stay
with him. He was suddenly ashamed of himself for showing her how
much he needed her to stay when he still received no response after
several minutes of silence. His old insecurities were rapidly
rising and taking a hold of his thoughts. He hated that this was
completely out of his control and convinced himself that he never
needed anyone before and he didn’t need her now.

"Dammit Mandy, just get the hell out! Push the
button and run right now!"He yelled loudly over his shoulder unable
to handle the waiting game a second longer.

"No. I walked into this relationship with my
eyes wide open. You have given me many chances to leave before now.
I can see the struggle going on inside of you. I don’t know where
this relationship between us will lead, but I’m in it for the long
haul. I’m not leaving you, you can't make me. I will remind you of
that every single day, every chance I get, until it sinks into that
thick skull of yours, Jett Damian. Now, please turn around, it is
my turn to talk." Mandy whispered her reply in a gentle, soothing
voice.

When he refused to turn around and his body
began to visibly shake, Mandy wrapped her arms around him tightly
from behind and kissed the back of his neck. She could see more
than he intended her to. She saw the hurt of his mentioned horrific
past and the insecurities that resulted from it festering in his
soul and she wanted nothing more than to heal his heart and soul.
He made himself vulnerable for her and that action along with his
words brought her heart and mind to agreeing with each
other.

She cared deeply for him, maybe too deeply not
to invite risk and hurt, but it was a chance she was going to take.
Her heart said he was more than worth it. The sex and his lifestyle
were out of this world, fun and exciting, but it is not what
allowed him to crack her shell of armor. It was the caring
tenderness he employed while taking care of her, how she felt
completely safe with him and how her very soul yearned for him when
they were apart, that had. She did not believe in the corny concept
of soul mates but if she did, she knew Jett was hers. She was well
aware this was not going to be an easy life, but she believed with
her whole heart, it would be a fulfilling one and was more than she
deserved in this lifetime.

Jett turned around slowly in her arms, his
body still uncontrollably shaking, his disbelief quite clear on his
face. He was still in that place of stunned shock. He had to see
her face and read her eyes and soul to confirm that she was
actually choosing to stay, that she is really and completely his,
forever more. No other woman in his life had been brave enough to
make such a large and serious commitment.

"Breathe, sweetheart." Mandy smiled and showed
Jett her gentler side. She watched as he unconsciously took a
gasping breath that sounded more like a sob. "I need you to know
that I’m not staying because of the fantastic sex or play scenes.
I’m staying because I care deeply about you as a person, Jett. I
pray one day to know the real Jett and not the mask that you show
to the world and before you say a word, I am content in waiting
forever if that’s what it takes for you to feel safe enough with
me, to allow me to see him. I am also staying because I know I need
you as much as you need me. And I believe deeply in what is
developing between us. I am going to hold you to your promises and
will never let you forget them. We––" She gestured between the two
of them, "are a work in progress. Just remember, if you ever decide
to not play fair with me, then understand, neither will I
honey."