To count down to the upcoming release of Fantasy Seduction, I''ll be posting several excerpts from Fantasy Resort. Although some of the characters appear in all the Fantasy Books, all titles are stand alone. Keep checking back for more...:)
Chapter Eleven
Nicole followed Jaimee into a room filled with scented candles and soft lights. There were no windows in this room, only rich burgundy walls, a single bed, and… Nicole’s breathing increased in trepidation as she noticed the straps hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the bed.
Her eyes widened as she glanced at Jaimee. Is this what he had in mind? Bondage?
“Jaimee, I…I’m not sure I can do this.”
Her hands shook as she took a tiny step back toward the door.
“You can do this,” he whispered in her ear, his hands gently massaging her shoulders. “Look how far you’ve come.”
“I know,” she sighed, trying to calm her racing heart.
“I’ve seen you watch the bondage fantasies at the bar. Despite your past, they intrigued you.”
She nodded and swallowed hard. He was right. They had intrigued her. It was the one fantasy she’d never done, but was also the one fantasy she wanted most to try. But now that the opportunity was staring her in the face, she wasn’t so sure she could go through with it.
“Do you want us to leave?” Jaimee whispered. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, honey.”
Jaimee slid his palms up her arms and across her shoulders. Her eyes remained glued to the bindings that hung from the ceiling. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, preparing herself to jump off that cliff and give all of herself to the man she loved. And trusted.
“I don’t want to leave,” she whispered.
His fingers worked loose the buttons at the back of her dress. The cool air hit her back, making goose bumps rise along her flesh. What was she so worried about? This was Jaimee. He would never hurt her. With a slow, gentle touch he pushed her dress off her shoulders. It fell to pool around her feet where she kicked it aside, leaving just her high-heeled sandals on her feet and the dildo still in her ass.
Coming around to the front of her, he took her hand in his and tugged her to stand under the bindings. He kissed her palm then held it high, gently securing the strap around her wrist. At the sound of the lock sliding into place, she flinched and swallowed a lump of sudden fear.
“You know I would never hurt you, Nicole,” he said quietly.
She nodded, unsure she could speak past the quickly rising combination of fear and desire. He walked around her to the other side, his fingers slowly working a path along her flesh. She shivered as he lifted the other arm. Before clicking the lock into place, he studied her, his eyes boring intently into hers.
Her breasts were pushed upward, her body resting on the balls of her feet. She could feel her skin prickle with battling emotions. “If you need me to stop, Nikki, say ‘Mirage’ and I’ll stop. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes,” she sighed. This time when the lock clicked into place, she didn’t flinch.
She watched as he backed away from her and removed his clothing. His milky flesh reflected the light of the candles, making it shimmer. She licked her lips as her gaze traveled lower, taking in his slim hips and his thick shaft, which once again stood proudly.
If he didn’t hurry up and touch her she would surely die. He reached behind him, onto the bed, and picked up a flogger, swinging it slowly in front of his lower stomach. Nicole’s breath lodged in her throat.
He walked closer and brushed the material of the flogger along her sensitive flesh. It was soft, not leather like she’d initially thought. His eyes never leaving hers, he flicked it, letting it slap against the side of her hip. At first she startled, but then realized the slight sting added to her already heightened desire. It felt good and she wanted him to do it again.
He moved to the other side and flicked again, this time hitting her ass just a little harder. She gasped as her muscles clamped around the vibrator, sending shots of pleasure up her spine.
“It’s not what you thought, is it?”
“No,” she gulped as he slapped the flogger against her side, causing it to wrap around her just under her rib cage. Every inch of her body was now on fire. Her distended nipples ached for his touch, the flick of his tongue. Her pussy pulsed and juices poured from her core to run down the inside of her thigh.
Another flick, this one catching her at the side of her breast, and she whimpered, biting down on her lower lip. Every sting of the toy sent pleasure skimming through her in a way she never imagined. Moving behind her, he tugged at the vibrator, moving it in slow, gentle strokes that sent her reeling.
One hand moved around to cup her breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipples gently, coaxing a moan from deep in her chest. She tried to move her hips with him, but she was helpless in her position and completely at his mercy. The very idea brought her close to climax and she groaned when Jaimee stopped, once again settling the vibrator deep within her and stepping away.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I need you, Jaimee. I need you to fuck me.”
“In time,” he whispered before flicking her again with the flogger.
With each slap he moved closer to her front, his gaze locked onto her aching breasts. Bending down, he circled one hard nipple with the tip of his tongue before sliding across it and engulfing the tip of her breast in his mouth to suckle her.
Her head fell back, her eyes closed tightly. Every muscle in her body quaked in ecstasy as his teeth nipped and pulled at her flesh.
Pulling on the straps that held her wrists above her head, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him to her. “Damn it, Jaimee,” she sighed and rubbed her clit against the muscles of his stomach.
If he didn’t take her now, she’d die from wanting.
Settling his hands beneath her hips, he resettled her against his straining cock. With one long stroke, he buried himself balls-deep, both of them shouting at the pure pleasure the sensation caused.
His cock coupled with the vibrator sent her over the edge and she bucked against him, trying to take him even deeper.
Jaimee groaned, attempting to hold her hips still. “God, Nicole. With that vibrator in there, you’re too tight. I’m not going to last long.”
“But it feels so good. Please, Jaimee, don’t stop.”
He pushed upward, hitting her womb over and over. She screamed as her release hit, the muscles of both channels gripping and pulsing around the two invading rods. She and Jaimee had done ménages before at the bar more than once, but none of those times was like this. The feeling was so intense she faded, her vision blurring.
With one final stroke, Jaimee fell with her, the cry at his own orgasm bouncing off the walls and drowning out her sighs. She sagged against him, her arms no longer able to hold her weight.
Keeping one arm around her waist, he removed the shackles and laid her on the bed. She was so drained she barely felt him remove the vibrator and settle behind her, his arms holding her tight.
* * * * *
Jaimee sat up on his elbow, watching Nicole sleep beside him. He’d been this way for at least an hour, just staring at her. He tugged at the red satin sheet that covered her breasts and exposed them, her rosy nipples dark against the alabaster complexion of her skin.
With the tip of his finger he circled around the areola, watching as the nipple hardened. Moving lower, he brushed down her stomach and between her legs. She shifted and moaned, letting her legs fall open.
Her eyes were still closed, her breathing still slow and even. But he couldn’t pass up such a delectable invitation. Settling between her legs, he breathed deep of her honey scent. He would never tire of this. Never get enough.
Moving closer, he slowly slid his tongue along her slit. Her legs jerked and he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, soothing her. With one hand beneath each hip, he lifted her to his seeking tongue. A soft moan tore from her throat and her fingers clenched in the sheets by her side.
“Jaimee?” she sighed.
His answer was to flick his tongue across her clit, making her gasp. “Oh, yes.”
With more patience than he dreamed he had, he continued to sip at her juices, which ran between the cheeks of her ass to the mattress beneath her. Her body undulated with his movements and he took his cue from her, licking harder and faster or slowing down and gentling the pressure. Going slow was his favorite. He loved how she moaned and pleaded for him to not stop.
He kept her so close to the edge for so long when she finally did come, she shook from head to toe.
“Oh God,” she gulped. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up.”
Jaimee chuckled and settled his weight on his elbows, his eyes smiling down into hers. “There’s more where that came from.”
* * * * *
Kira stepped into her husband’s office and found him pacing the floor, his hair standing on end from repeated swipes of his hand running through it in aggravation.
Uh-oh, Kira thought to herself. This doesn’t look good. “What’s going on? They said you needed to see me right away.”
He turned to her, his eyes clouded with worry, and her gut clenched. “What’s wrong?”
“You were right about Ethan. He’s Jaimee.”
“What?” She smiled, her heart soaring for her friend. “That’s wonderful news. How did you find out?”
“I confronted Brett. Damn, I could kill him for this. He should never have kept me in the dark.”
“Is there a problem?” she asked in growing trepidation.
“One of the men Jaimee saw kill Shoranda was seen getting off a transport earlier this morning.”
“Here?” Kira gasped.
Jerrod nodded with a sigh. “Brett’s on his way, he’s five minutes from here. That should give us a jump on them. Also, call the front desk and tell Marcus to start clearing out the main floors. Make up some excuse other than the truth. I don’t want the guests caught in the crossfire, if there is any.”
Brett stepped into the room, his eyes narrowed in fury, four other officers behind him. “How the hell did they find out about this?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Jerrod said as he pulled two guns from a locked drawer and placed them in the holster under his jacket. His eyes narrowed at the four guards who had come in with Brett.
“They’ve been briefed.”
Jerrod nodded, but said nothing more.
“We need a plan. Let them in here?” Brett asked.
Jerrod nodded. “We’ll get Jaimee. Maybe if they see us escorting him they’ll go after us instead of Nicole.”
“What makes you think they’re after Nicole?”
“Dax called.” Brett began. “Jaimee’s grave was dug up. My guess is they heard a rumor, tested the body we used, then when they found out it wasn’t Jaimee, tracked Nicole here. It was common knowledge she and Jaimee had a thing. I think they want to use her as bait.”
Kira’s gut clenched. “Oh, God. How did they find out Nicole was Mirage?” Turning, she kicked off her high heels and grabbed the spare pair of flat scandals she kept in Jerrod’s office and quickly slipped them on her feet.
“We found out one of the men used to be an agent, so he has ways of figuring things out.”
“What agent?” Jerrod snapped.
Brett shrugged with a sigh. “Apparently he was an assassin that turned on the Senate several years ago. They left him on Dellon 5, but somehow he escaped and he’s been trying to get at Kimpak for years.”
Jerrod shook his head in disgust then glanced at Kira’s shoes before narrowing his eyes narrowed in anger. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“With you.”
“No,” he stated firmly.
Kira stood in anger, her hands fisting at her hips. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
Jerrod turned back to Brett. “You go ahead and get Jaimee.” He glanced at Kira and raised his eyebrow. “Where are they?”
“Room 276,” she said.
“I’ll get them.” Brett nodded. He and the four men left the room.
“I’m right behind you.” Turning to Kira, he put his finger under her chin and forced her to meet his pleading stare. “Listen to me, Kira. I know you want to help.”
She opened her lips to speak, but he put his finger over them to silence her. “You are my life,” he whispered. “If anything were to happen to you, I couldn’t go on. Please promise me that you’ll stay here.”
Her heart swelled at the love and worry in his gaze. Swallowing down a lump, she nodded. “I’ll stay.”
Placing a soft kiss against her lips, he turned to leave the room, but shouted over his shoulder before shutting the door, “Don’t forget to call Marcus.”
Wrapping her arms around herself, she shook off a wave of sudden fear. Not just for Nicole, but for all of them, especially Jerrod.
* * * * *
“Do you even know what the woman looks like?” Vorash asked as they loaded into the rented runner that would take them to Fantasy Resort. It was fifty kilometers away on the coastline of Forshan, the most tropical area of Portakin 3.
“I know what she looks like,” Caric replied with a nasty grin. “I’ve seen her in the bar. Sexy little bitch.”
“Forget it, Caric. You’re not fucking her. We’re here for one purpose and that’s to set a trap for the good doctor,” Loranis said with a sneer.
Caric sneered back, but remained silent.
“Why the hell didn’t we stick around and make sure he was dead?” Vorash mumbled.
“Who the hell would have thought he would survive that explosion?” Loranis snapped. “Just be glad we overheard that Jackson person telling Dax that Jaimee was actually alive when they pulled him from the swamp. Otherwise we would still be clueless. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself. The Senate is notorious for using transients to fake someone’s death.”
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