Finding Her Fantasy (4 page)

He smiled. “That’s what I’m hoping for. Jon?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on
hers. “What are you hoping for?”

“That she comes more than once,” Jon replied as he moved to a chair just a few feet
away, where he watched intently. “On her second release, I plan on sliding my cock
between those sweet lips.”

Melinda’s hips jerked as what Jon said flashed across her mind’s eye in image form.
Was he large? Thick? She imagined so. For some insane reason, she had no doubt both
of them were. They were perfect everywhere else. Why not there too?

“Shouldn’t I have a safe word?” she asked as she fought hard to ignore the tingling
sensations firing outward from her clit.

Erik chuckled. “Do you really think you need a safe word? We would never do anything
to hurt you, Melinda.”

“Just humiliate me?” she snapped.

“Never that either,” Erik replied as his lips spread into a purely wicked grin. “But
if it makes you feel better…it’s safe.”

Melinda frowned. “Safe?”

Erik nodded.

The plane hit a little turbulence causing her to bounce in the chair. Erik braced
his footing, then stared back toward the cockpit with a frown.

“Turbulence over open water?” he asked toward Jon, who shrugged in response.

The pilot’s voice rang out over the speakers. “Bad weather ahead, guys. Put on your
seat belts. I’m gonna take us above it.”

Erik sighed and moved to the chair next to Jon. Melinda checked her own waist and
realized her seat belt was already fastened just as the plane shook again, this time
more violently. She gasped and grabbed hold of the armrests. Unfortunately, the toy
continued to vibrate and stimulate her pussy. The fear racing through her veins as
the turbulence shook the plane only added to her growing lust.

How strange. She’d heard of that—of fear heightening a person’s sexual response—but
never expected to actually feel it. Even her kidnapping fantasies never really involved
fear, per se. It was more a loss of control, of being dominated…taken.

The shaking began to subside as the plane broke through the gray clouds and into the
pretty blue sky above the weather. Melinda let her head fall back and her eyes close
in relief as the plane found smoother air. The toy continued to tease and she struggled
to ignore it, to fight the rising pleasure between her legs.

It was no use. The second she let her hips move in time with the toy, she lost all
hope of coming out of this with at least some dignity. She would come and unfortunately,
while they watched. She glanced over at the pair through heavy-lidded eyes. They sat
silent, each watching as her body moved and undulated in the chair.

She wanted to touch her breasts, but couldn’t. Her hands were bound and she tugged
at the bindings, hoping it would give way. Her gaze met Jon’s but this time the heat
of a blush didn’t overtake her flesh. She turned away, not wanting him to see what
the toy made her feel, how their stares made her even hotter.

“Don’t look away,” Jon said, his voice more commanding than she’d expected.

But then why wouldn’t it be? He was a Dom as well.

At first she didn’t turn back, but kept her eyes on the blue sky out the window. Her
clit began to throb and the movement of her hips became more pronounced, more desperate.
God, she was so close.

“Melinda,” Jon demanded and she turned her face back to his.

Lust shone in his eyes and she froze, unable to look away. Even Clark had not looked
at her like that. Not once. She didn’t even know she could make a man look that way.
It felt good. She liked it.

Relaxing, she lifted her hips off the chair just a little, trying to force the thick
girth of the toy deeper.

“Mmm,” Jon murmured. “I like that.”

She let her gaze drift over to Erik, who had a fierce look of hunger on his face.
She gasped and thrust her breasts outward, wishing he would come over to her and suck
on them. Erik didn’t move. Neither did Jon. They just watched, obviously enjoying
the show.

She felt her pussy walls tighten and knew her release wasn’t far behind. A soft moan
slipped past her lips and she shut her eyes tight. Part of her wanted to scream. Part
of her didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. Unfortunately, she appeared to no
longer have control of her own body.

Good Lord, this is insane.

Her hands tightened into fists as her release began to build in her womb, then spread
outward. Her hips bucked faster, higher, as the toy brought her to the brink with
alarming speed.

I’ve got to get one of these.
It was the last thought she had before exploding with a shout.

The toy pressed deeper into her channel and she opened her eyes to see Jon above her,
his hand on the base of the toy, pressing it farther. Her walls contracted around
it and she moaned as pleasure began to build once again deep in her core.

“That’s release number one,” Jon said softly as he pulled the toy back, then pressed
it in farther. “You know what I want for number two.”

Melinda’s heart skipped a beat as she stared into Jon’s intent gaze. Oh, boy. He appeared
ready to pounce, and just looking at him made the blood rush loudly through her veins.

“Guys,” the pilot said as he opened the door to the cockpit and stepped into the cabin.
“I hate to interrupt, but we’re ready to descend.”

Jon frowned and glanced over his shoulder. Melinda turned to Erik who sat thoughtfully
watching her and Jon. “How’s the weather?” he asked.

“It’s still bad. There’s a small opening I can squeeze through, but I need you in
your seat belts. It’s gonna get bumpy.”

Erik nodded. “How long do we have?”

“Five minutes. I would give you more, but we’ve been fighting a headwind and fuel
is running low.”

Erik sighed and again nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”

The pilot stepped back into the cockpit and shut the door.

“Why didn’t he just use the phone?” Jon asked as he stood straight and glared down
at Erik.

Erik shrugged as his lips spread into an amused grin. “You know our captain. He likes
to peek in occasionally…see what’s going on.”

Erik’s gaze turned back to hers and she felt her skin begin to heat.

“After the…” She had to clear her throat in order to continue. “After the chloroform
and the bouncing earlier, I’m not sure my stomach can take another round. Can I please
sit up?”

Erik gave her a slight nod. “Very good. You said please.”

Melinda rolled her eyes.

“And then she blows it,” Erik drawled, making Jon chuckle.

“I’m serious,” she said with more force, pinning Erik with her best boss stare.

Erik snorted, then waved to Jon. “Help her.”

Jon removed the toy and began to untie her feet, allowing her to finally close her
legs. He set the footrest down, and she sighed at the change of position. Her back
was starting to cramp up. She’d never been a back sleeper, and if she laid on it too
long, it would stiffen up between her shoulder blades.

“Thank you,” she said grudgingly to Jon.

He gave her a soft smile as he untied the silk around her wrists. A Sprite was placed
in front of her and she frowned at the can and then up at Erik.

“This will help,” he said.

She took the can, surprised at his solemn generosity. As she popped the lid open,
she watched him with curiosity as he made his way back to his chair.

“Thank you,” she said, then lifted the can to take a sip.

Jon joined Erik on the other side of the cabin as the plane began its descent through
the dark clouds. Just as she brought the can to her lips, they hit turbulence. Sprite
spilled over the rim and onto her chest. She hissed as the cold liquid hit her skin.

Glancing over at Erik, she noticed his soft smile of amusement.

“It’s a shame I’m not closer. I would lick it off for you,” he said softly, his deep
voice making her skin tingle.

She tried really hard not to let him see how his words and his voice affected her.
Jon was sweet, soft-spoken, or at least as soft-spoken as a Dom could be. Erik was
not. Erik commanded obedience even without saying a word.

The plane hit another rough patch, this one actually lifting her butt off the chair.
If she hadn’t been buckled in, her head would’ve hit the ceiling. She squealed and
almost dropped her drink as one hand reached for the arm of the chair.

“We’ll be fine,” Erik said, but Melinda wasn’t so sure.

She swallowed down bile as the plane took another drop. “I hate flying,” she grumbled
and closed her eyes against the nausea rolling through her stomach.

“Well, since flying is the only way you’ll get home, I suppose you’ll just have to
stay with us,” Erik murmured.

Melinda shot him an angry glare. “I have to get back to work.”

“Not for two weeks,” Jon said with a grin.

“For that amount of time, you’re ours,” Erik added.

“I’m going to kill my brother,” she grumbled under her breath.

Try as she might, though, despite her anger toward Marcus, she couldn’t get that orgasm
out of her head. Even with the two of them watching, she’d shot off like a rocket.
Or maybe it was because they had been watching.

She frowned and took a sip of the Sprite, hoping it would settle her stomach. She
knew she found the whole kidnap bondage thing exciting, but exhibitionism? She hadn’t
thought of that. She’d never really felt comfortable enough with her sexuality to
do it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she looked over at Erik and Jon. Would two weeks with
them really make her feel better about herself? Marcus always said they were good
with women who had low self-esteem. They could really build her up, turn her into
a sexy, vibrant woman.

She had confidence. Confidence in her abilities, her smarts. Confidence in her looks
and her ability to attract a man was where she had issues. Was that why Clark had
been able to get so close to her? Was that why he’d been able to fool her so easily?

With a huff of disgust, she took another sip of Sprite, then swallowed it down with
a groan as the plane again shook with turbulence. Out the window to her side, she
noticed a streak of lightning and jumped.

“Are we almost there?” she asked.

“Almost,” Jon replied.

“Where are we going, anyway?” she asked.

Erik shifted in his seat to better face her. “Belize.”

Her eyes widened. “Belize? Did someone get my passport?”

“We have your passport, purse, and suitcase that you’d packed and left by the door.
Your assistant also added a few things as well.”

Melinda stared, shocked. “My assistant was in on this?”

“From the start,” Erik replied.

“From the start,” she asked slowly. “So…when did Marcus call you?”

“After your argument about a vacation,” Jon replied.

Melinda’s mouth dropped open. The plane ride had finally smoothed out but Melinda
felt far from calm.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Erik said with entirely too much calm to Melinda’s line
of thinking. “You’ve been working way too much, drinking way too much, and in my opinion,
not eating nearly enough.”

“Excuse me?” she snapped. “What I eat or don’t eat is none of your business.”

“It is while you’re here,” he replied in a tone that brooked no argument.

“And where exactly is here?” she asked with just a hint of sarcasm. “Other than just
Belize.”

“We have a house in a small town on the coast. It has its own private landing strip,
so we won’t need a car to get there. It’s quite nice. I think you’ll like it. It’s
very private so you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your squeals.”

Melinda glared angrily at Erik. It didn’t seem to faze him; he just smiled in return
as though she had nothing but good things to say.

“And just what makes you think I’m going to squeal?” she snarled.

“You’ll squeal, just like you did earlier.”

Melinda looked away as the burning heat of a blush moved over her face. God, he was
blunt, but there was a small part of her, deep down inside, that liked it. She’d die
before she admitted that to him, though.

“If you look out the window, you can see the house,” Jon offered, as though trying
to make her feel more at ease.

She tried to tell herself that she really didn’t care. Unfortunately, curiosity got
the better of her. Leaning forward, she glanced down at the ground. The blue waves
lapped against soft white sands. Several yards from the beach, the tile roof of a
large house could barely be seen through the thick covering of trees.

It was definitely private. With all those trees, she doubted a person could get a
clear view of the house from the ground, much less the air. It looked as though the
nearest house was a quarter mile away.

Her stomach knotted in slight trepidation. Despite their relationship with her brother,
she knew very little about them and even less about their sexual lifestyle. What did
they have planned for her here? Fear mingled with just a hint of excitement. It was
the unknown. What would they do? What would they make her do? What would they do together?

She glanced sideways toward the two men who held her sexual fantasies in their hands.
From what she understood, their very capable hands. Swallowing, she looked back out
the window and watched as the plane headed out over the ocean. With a frown, she looked
back to Jon.

“I thought that was the house?”

Jon nodded. “It was. We have to approach the landing strip from the ocean.”

“Oh,” she said, then watched out the window as the plane banked, turning to head back
inland.

Her stomach dropped uncomfortably as the plane descended the last few feet to the
runway. She placed her hand over her midsection and drew in a deep breath to try and
settle herself. Airsickness was not a pleasant experience and she’d rather masturbate
than throw up in front of the two gorgeous men who watched her way too closely.

“Please stop staring at me,” she said as she kept her eyes out the window.