His Every Fantasy (22 page)

"You could pass for James’s identical twin,
the resemblance is uncanny." Mandy felt a blush creep up her neck
and cheeks from her chest at the outburst. "I’m sorry Rylan, I’ve
had a very long day, but that is not an excuse for hurting your
feelings. Please forgive me." Mandy murmured and frowned at the
spot between her feet. She awaited Jett to admonish her for her
screwing up so badly. For a moment, she had honestly hoped her
brother James had come back from the dead, just for her. She was
all alone in the world without him. He was her only sibling and
they were as close as two siblings could be.

"You are more than forgiven, sweet lady. I was
in fact born a twin from what I know. But my parents kept my twin
brother and gave me away, unable to take care of twins." Rylan said
and then shook off his melancholy.

Mandy brought her head back up to smile at
Rylan's generosity and kindness. His chestnut colored, short styled
hair, ice blue crystal eyes, high cheek bones and aristocratic nose
and jaw line were all amazingly identical to James's. She wished
she had his picture with her but had shown it to James earlier. She
could swear on her very life, that Rylan really was James and it
bugged her. As Jett’s brother, she was very honored to meet him
just the same and hoped they would become fast friends.

Rylan saw the look of severe contemplation on
Jett’s face as he watched the exchange between himself and Mandy
silently, which was indeed very unusual. Something was clearly off
with Jett. Rylan knew his brother’s impatience and short fused
temper only too well. He further knew he had to move this along,
even if Jett was currently at ease and patient, which was strange
in and of itself.

"Miss Mandy, you look lost and I hate being
the trigger of such a tremendous loss in your life. May I
please––give you a hug?"

"I would love that. Thank you, Rylan." Mandy
stepped away from Jett and walked right into Rylan’s open arms.
Shock filled her as the connection flared between them. Her soul
recognized him at a very deep level. Even his hug felt exactly like
one of James's hugs. How strange indeed.

"I would very much love to meet your family
one day, Rylan." Mandy said with genuine warmth and reluctantly
released him. She moved back into the safe and reliable warmth of
Jett’s embrace. Without thinking about it, she laid her head right
over his heart. It is her favorite place, his heart beat reassured
her and she sighed in contentment.

"I will fax you all of the information I have
in the morning, brother." Jett said warmly and a bit shocked that
Mandy cuddled up to him the way she did. It was another sign of
trust and waited for Rylan to move out of the way.

"Jett––she is innocent. What she will see, can
never be unseen." Rylan's worried tone caused an instant anger and
fire within Jett and yet, warmed Mandy’s heart.

She felt Jett tense up and spoke before the
growing tension turned into heated words that could not be taken
back. "It’s alright Rylan. Thank you for your concern. It means a
great deal to me, but I care very deeply for your brother and that
includes all aspects of his life, including his chosen lifestyle.
And I insist on being a part of it all. Please Rylan, step aside
and let us enter." She begged, needing him to understand that this
was her choice and Jett had not pushed her into making
it.

Rylan stared intensely at Mandy for a moment,
proud of her for meeting it with an unflinching one of her own. He
nodded in respect. "As you wish, Miss Mandy. Jett, I deeply
apologize for the misunderstanding." Rylan said as he picked his
jaw off the floor. He was in awe of Mandy and her resolve to love
his brother unconditionally, if she wasn’t already deeply in love
with him. She was just what Jett needed in his life. She radiated
love, kindness, generosity, and trust. She truly was one of a
kind.

Since Jett’s arms seemed incapable of moving
away from her body, Mandy prayed the pass code Jett entered on the
other door's panel would work for this one as well. She reached out
her right hand, entered the code and was delighted to find it was
indeed the same code. She opened the door with a smug smirk at
Jett.

Rylan chuckled at her side. "Yes brother,
women always pay attention to the smallest of details. Don’t ever
forget that. It will save you a heap of trouble in the
future."

Mandy craned her neck around to glance at
Jett’s face and burst into carefree laughter. His mouth was hanging
open while he glanced between the key pad panel and her. Mandy
gently raised her hand and with the tips of her fingers, pushed his
jaw closed. "Are you coming handsome or do I have to go in and
explore all by myself. Who knows what mischief I could get into,
especially if my tigress comes to the forefront." She taunted with
a husky voice while giving Jett the most innocent look she could
manage. She smirked as Jett forced his face back to its normal
arrogant stoicism and his arms tightened around her waist. He
looked at Rylan with his eyebrows raised, shock still in his
eyes.

Rylan could not contain his outright burst of
laughter any longer. He had to give it to Mandy, she was the first
person to pull a fast one on his ever careful to the point of
paranoia brother. He laughed even harder when Jett gave him a look
that said, he would pay for that laugh at a later time. Oh yes, she
was absolutely perfect for him and would always keep him on his
toes.

Mandy and Jett left the atmosphere of
overabundant loud music and people in the club right into the
silent and elegant hall of viewing windows. The viewing windows
lined up each side of the hall, inviting her to visit each one.
Jett growled low and deep causing Rylan to laugh again behind them
as the door closed.

Mandy knew the moment she stepped into that
hall, she stepped out of vanilla normalcy and right into the
far-out-of-her-comfort-zone world of fantasy, danger and pain where
reality ceased to exist. She look a long gulp of the drink in her
hand and felt Jett’s demeanor do a three hundred and sixty degree
turn. No longer was he Jett, her caring, intense and even playful
lover. He was now the strict dominant of legend who would expect
her to obey every rule he set forth for her, earlier in the day
when they laid in his king sized bed, the afterglow of making
vanilla love together still fresh. She wondered where Xavier was.
She hadn’t seen him since she saw his expression at seeing the
broken mirrored walls of the elevator and then stared after them in
shock. She asked Jett about it even as she felt strangely relieved
that he was nowhere in sight.

"I gave him and Melissa some time off to enjoy
themselves. He seems quite taken with her and that is a relief to
me. He can get a tad bit jealous of my female subs from time to
time and it annoys the hell out of me." Jett confided in
her.

"Well, that's good then. Because there is no
way in hell he's going to come between us." Mandy growled her
promise, feeling a bit possessive herself even as she blushed with
embarrassment for being so.

"Don't worry tigress, I relish your
possessiveness, it's makes me hard as a rock and only your luscious
body can sate that need." Jett's voice sounded like smooth whiskey.
He smiled approvingly when Mandy's body shivered with heat. He knew
her tigress wanted to come out and play again. He'd found out
earlier that she has indeed pushed him into subspace and he'd
enjoyed it very much.

"Tigress, let's start with the viewing windows
on the right and then we will start on the left. Feel free to ask
me anything you want or if you don’t understand something.
Furthermore, always tell me bluntly if something intrigues or
excites you." His tone became profound in its severity. Gone again
was the arrogant, egotistical and demanding Jett he had been the
first few days after they met. Jett more than ruffled her feathers
when he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her like a
child to the first large one way viewing window.

The scene caused Mandy immediate and extreme
discomfort. When she tried to move on to the next window, Jett
blocked the way, his arms became steel cages around her
waist.

"No tigress. You are not going anywhere. Turn
your head and watch, try to understand the fetish even if you can't
accept it––yet." Jett demanded, his tone like shards of
ice.

Mandy knew one thing for sure as she turned to
stare in the window again, she hated this side of him and wasn't
going to put up with it much longer. "I’d rather not watch grown
men being treated like babies and wearing diapers, thank you very
much. I can accept it without understanding and being forced
against my will to watch it, almighty asshole." She snapped back at
him, making her voice match the tone and severity of
his.

"Very well, tigress. I will let you off the
hook this once, but if you keep up your attitude of intolerance, I
will
make sure you experience every single room, first
hand."

"Fuck you Jett! You are the intolerant asshole
here. I came in here with you because I care about you but, you
seem to forget this is all strange and scary to me. It's one hell
of a shock to the system to someone who is so new to all of this
and I am trying, almighty asshole of the BDSM and kinky fetish
world of craziness." Mandy whispered angrily, doing her best to
blink her eyes rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

Jett burst out with an evil chuckle and kissed
the nape of her neck. "You wanted to be part of my world and now
you are. Deal with it, tigress." He gently pushed her along to the
next window.

Mandy closed her eyes, her body stiffening up
as she expected another scene like the last one. She forced herself
to open her eyes and look and found herself relaxing even as her
anger with Jett being a complete bastard was at an all time high.
She knew he felt he had to push her boundaries, but he could at
least have an ounce of compassion and put himself in her
shoes.

She stared into a room decorated as if it was
from the Roman era. There were several couples and even a few
singles in the room. They were having an orgy and even traded
partners. This room was definitely preferable to the last room but
there was no way in hell he was going to make her participate in
that environment.

"Are you enjoying yourself, tigress, as you
watch them partake in pleasure with multiple partners?" Jett
whispered in her ear, heating it up while his hand reached into her
vest and caressed her breast. "Do you enjoy being a voyeur?" He
asked as he felt her breath begin to hitch in her chest.

Mandy was angry with herself for getting
turned on by watching the couples in many different positions and
some in groups of three. She could tell they were all comfortable
touching each other in such ways and in screaming out their
orgasms, not caring who heard. She could understand the freedom in
the uninhibited nature of the act. She felt out of control as her
body reacted in ways she'd not felt before and as her mind conjured
up dark fantasies that seemed to come out of nowhere.

She felt as if she couldn't catch her breath
as her dark fantasies became intense with tremendous clarity of
detail and that was not to mention the addition of Jett's fingers
unbuttoning her vest with exquisite tenderness as he bared her
breasts to the window. His very touch scorched her skin where it
caressed her skin and the back of her body was on fire as he rubbed
his hard cock back and forth over her ass through their clothing.
The sound of his heavy breathing and growls upon her neck was
driving her wild.

"I can’t do this. This isn’t me. What have you
done to me, Jett?" Mandy murmured as a brief few seconds of fear
tried to take hold and she struggled against him.

"Master. My name is Master or sir to you, sub.
In here, Jett no longer exists. I am your dominant and you, my
submissive. Push the fear of the unknown away this instant. It is
the fear of yourself and of what your body and mind really want. I
am not doing this to you. Let go, tigress. Let your dark side have
its freedom. I promise if you do, I will keep you grounded. I will
keep you safe from harm and I promise you will enjoy yourself.
There is only me and you in here. I have ordered everyone else to
stay the hell out tonight. Give me your trust tigress, give to me,
the darkest parts of your soul." Jett's voice dripped with
seduction and reassurance while his hand caressed down over her
rips, stomach, abdomen and lower still, to caress between her legs
over the fabric of her pants.

"I demand that you tell me your deepest,
darkest fantasies, the ones you have been afraid to tell another
living soul. Give them into my keeping where they will be forever
safe." His voice remained commanding yet low and husky, as he
succeeded in seducing and relaxing her.

Mandy finished her drink in a few gulps,
feeling quite tipsy and let her mind and her darkest fantasies have
full reign. She wasn’t ready to share them with him, not
yet.

"Show me more." Her voice sounded pleading in
her mind yet came out deep, husky and breathless.

"As you wish, but only if you promise me, you
will release my tigress from her cage when she begins to roar and
I'm still waiting for the answer to my question."

"What––question?" She moaned
softly.

"Does watching so many people fucking and
indulging in their basest desires, make you wet and want to
participate?"