Not In My Wildest Dreams (Dream Series) (15 page)

“She didn’t choose me. My heart is broken. I don’t think I can survive this. You know how it feels.”

“Fuck you, Jack. Cut the pity party. You’re Jack Fucking Stevens. Get some sleep and then go to her apartment. Get her back.”

I got some shut eye, and Saturday morning, around eleven, I made my way to Beth’s apartment building. Stepping into the lobby, Dominic, the building’s doorman, greeted me in his surly manner. When I asked him to buzz Beth, he informed me that she had him call her a cab to the airport on Wednesday and he hadn’t seen her since, and he didn’t know when she was coming back. I asked if she had suitcases or anything. He wouldn’t say.
Bastard.

Fighting the hangover, I went to Ed Scott’s to see if Tom or Shelby could shed any light on when Beth was coming back. Stepping into the bar, I nearly puked. Not from the smell of food, which didn’t help, or the wall of alcohol, but from the emotional pain that had me riding a wave of nausea. Everywhere I looked I saw her. The table she ate at the first time I saw her. Behind the bar where she worked. My table. Choking down the vomit that threatened, and my pride, I walked up to Shelby who was chatting and smiling with some guy at the bar.

“Shelby, when is Beth working next?” I asked.

“I don’t know, Jack. She called in Wednesday afternoon and quit. She’s not returning my calls or texts.”

“She’s gone home,” the guy said, his back still to me. Shelby looked at him, shocked.

“What?” I asked. He couldn’t know what I was talking about.

“She’s gone home,” he repeated, and turned to me.
Fuck!
It was Kevin. The neighbor guy. The young, squeaky clean, gorgeous-enough-to-be-a-male-model-working-for-me guy. The other guy who my Beth was seeing while she was living in New York. I wanted to punch him in his camera perfect face. I flexed my hands to keep from balling them up and breaking his beautiful nose. But I’d been there and done that. I wasn’t going there again. “And if you know what’s good for Liz,” he continued, “you’ll leave her be.” He did his best to stare me down, but I didn’t flinch. Shelby looked at me sadly, and shrugged.
What the fuck?

“The hell I will,” I growled. I turned and marched out of there. I barely made it to an ally just down the street from Ed Scott’s before I was dry heaving again.

She really left.

“B
uckle up, please, Mr. Stevens. We’ve been cleared for take off,” Katie, the overly peppy flight attendant said, collecting my glass.

As I settled in for the six and half hour flight to Napa, I started to run through the past three weeks. How I’d met an incredible woman, who was a perfect match for me, who came into my life so unexpectedly, and obliterated everything I thought I knew. The plane started taxiing down the runway and the speed made me think about how quickly I had fallen in love with Beth.

When did I fall in love with her? I knew I wanted her when I saw her eating alone at Ed Scott’s that fateful day. Was it that first night Beth was in my home? How incredibly adorable she was, on her knees. Or when I followed her down the hallway and pounced on her, and the way her body responded to my touch. Maybe. Was it when I realized I knew her? Or that first dinner out with her? Our quiet table at Bella Serra’s and she let me order for her without a moment’s hesitation, and full of trust. The easy banter over dinner.

Was it the first time we made love? Every time with Beth was making love. I was most surprised that many of my Dominant tendencies fell to the wayside. My history of simply fucking women, domineering over them, and bending them to my will disappeared. I wanted Beth to experience every pleasure; it was no longer about
my
pleasure.

But her submissiveness was so appealing, so natural… The night I first brought out the blindfold… She had given me many indications of her submissive tendencies all evening long, from the lobby of her apartment, to my selecting her meal for her, and the commands I’d given to her to undress in my living room.

I rested my head back and closed my eyes recalling that night.

*     *     *

“Y
ou are an incredible woman, Beth. I want you. I’ve never wanted to be with another woman the way I want to be with you.” I watched my words register with her. It was like she’d never heard them before. My heart ached for her.

“And how about you, Beth? Do you need me too?”
Please say you need me,
I pleaded silently. She nodded. I desperately wanted to hear the words, but I accepted the nod. The Dom in me sniggered. I was becoming a pussy for Beth. I was coming undone. I was feeling and sounding desperate.

“Stand up,” I said, reclaiming my Dom urges and made a mental note to not sound desperate again.

She stood slowly, heeding my command. Oh fuck, yeah. She set her glass on the side table and faced me.

“Take a step closer,” I instructed. And she did. My heart pounded for joy. “I want to see that lacy bra you wore for me tonight. Unbutton your blouse,” I continued, staring up at her.

I watched her slowly unbutton her blouse and let it hang open. Unable to sit with my cock pounding in my pants, I stood and walked over to her, taking my place behind her. I pulled her back into me and pressed my hips into her so she could
feel
what she did to me. Touching her neck, I shoved the silk blouse down her arms until it fell to the ground. I stepped back and took in her gorgeous back.
Oh how I’d love to take a flogger to her back and make it glow pink.
But there was more to uncover…

I stripped her of her black wool pants, discovering that the back of her panties were all lace. Not satin, not a cheap thong—although, I’d love to see her ass in one—but a back of lace.

“Fffuuck! So hot,” I hissed. Leaning in, my nose brushing along her thigh, I inhaled, taking in her musky scent. “Delectable.” I felt her tremble. I loved that I could do that to her. If she only knew what she was doing to me.

As much as I wanted to bend her over and fuck her fiercely, my hands itched to feel her body. I slowly explored all that was before me starting with her calves and backs of her thighs. I loved how she felt, toned under her skin, but she still looked soft and delicate. So many women in my industry were way too thin and muscular. Beth was a perfect mix.

Reaching her hips and waist, she pushed back against me.
Aww, hell.
I needed to slow this down. If she kept that up, I was going to abandon the seduction and fuck her.

I sat back in the seat about half a foot behind us, letting her stand for my viewing pleasure. Her silhouette was all woman with perfect curves.

I felt my throat grow thick with need. “Turn around,” I whispered.

She obeyed my command, but only partly. She had her arms wrapped around her midsection. Her chest heaved with nervous breath. Of course she was nervous. I sounded like I was losing it, even to myself.
I had to regain control. Give her back her confidence. Why she was lacking any was beyond my understanding. Women were tough to crack. I let her have her small protection, but not for long. I rather liked how her arms pressed her breasts together. I wanted to rub my cock between those globes, while thumbing those amazing nipples that were straining through the lace.

“Lower your arms. I want to see all of you.” She listened. Perfect. In more ways than one. “Perfection,” I whispered.

She rolled her eyes.

“You don’t agree?” I asked.

“I’m far from perfection,” she whispered, lowering her head.

“Trust me on this, Beth. Your body—is perfect.”

I leaned in and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and placed my lips below her navel. I prayed a silent prayer of gratitude. For this evening… for this woman… for this moment.

Revealing my deepest secret, I said, “Tell me you need to be with me.”

“I do,” she breathed.

“Say it,” I growled. I pulled back and looked up at her, begging that she would see what she did to me. She made me feel insecure. In her humble perfection, she made me need to be needed. “Please. Tell me you need me.”

Her eyes explored my face. “I need you,” she whispered.

“Go upstairs. First door,” I told her. She started but then looked back at me.

“Aren’t you coming?” she asked, looking confused.

“I want to watch you walk. I want to watch you move.”
I need to calm my own flooding emotions!
I shouted in my head. I needed to get myself in check
.

Watching her body move was truly erotic. Okay, maybe this wasn’t the smartest move. The lacy underwear. Those heels. But moreover – the way her body moved. Her first steps were tentative, but then her confidence grew. You could see her grow comfortable with her sexuality.
Fuck! Reel it in, Stevens, or this will be over before it starts.

“Those shoes do amazing things for your legs,” I heard myself say. She glanced back at me and saw that I was staring.

Our eyes locked and she started up the stairs. With each step she took, my cock twitched in my pants. She caught me as I adjusted my pants, and the smirk that hit her face was golden.

When she was halfway up the stairs, I made my way to the base of the staircase and started up after her. When she reached the door I told her to go inside, she paused. I swiftly ascended the stairs and stepped up behind her.
She smelled so good
. I whispered in her ear, “Nothing to fear here. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you,”

“M
r. Stevens, can I get you
anything
?” Katie, the ever-eager flight attendant asked with a sweet smile. “We’ve reached cruising altitude. Just six hours to go.” Before Beth, I would have had Katie under me and over me, servicing me in every way imaginable. But now, all I could think about was Beth. Other women didn’t do it for me anymore.

“Water, please.” I said. I didn’t want to numb the memories anymore. I was a man on a mission.

Sipping the cool water Katie brought me, I continued recalling the first time Elizabeth and I made love. Her gentle noises. Her body’s responsiveness to my touch. Her breasts, how her nipples pebbled… for me. Her pussy, how wet it got… for me.

But she wasn’t letting go and giving into the moment.

*     *     *

I
slipped out of the bed and headed to my treasure trove of fun. Pressing on the wall, the secret panel popped open. All I needed was a blindfold to help Beth give into the feelings, and think less. By my eyes roved over all of the devices. The paddle. The whip. Handcuffs. All would be terrific fun. But I didn’t want to scare her. I was sure that I could get her there, but not tonight. Tonight I needed to connect with her. I needed to claim her.

Glancing back, she was looking all over the room. Was she looking to leave? No! She couldn’t leave. I had this. I quickly selected a long black satin multi-use piece of fabric. It could be used for binding a partner, but I planned to use it to blind.

I returned to the bed, her face turned up to me. I brushed my thumb over her sensual lower lip. “You think too much. We need to have you focus on your feelings. Not what you see.”

Blindfolding a woman is incredible. I’ve always felt it’s her ultimate submission. Some think restraints are, but no. When a woman willingly releases her ability to see what is coming—
that
is trust.
That
is submission. And it was a wonderful feeling.

After I secured the blindfold to her porcelain face, leaving those lips for me to focus on, I consumed them. Kissing tenderly at first, then more intensely. I sucked on her lower lip and chewed gently. Her moans were my reward. How I wanted my cock in her mouth. Was she skilled at fellatio?