Authors: Holly Nicolai
Jett could not contain his overwhelming
happiness and smiled with his eyes, mouth, face and body right back
at her. He had a new private pet name for her––his angel. She truly
was his heaven sent angel, here on earth.
"You sure you really want to stay? This
lifestyle and myself are truly what you want, Mandy?" He felt
compelled to ask and say the words even as he wanted to kick
himself in the ass.
"You are
never
going to push me away. I
am done with running away from the unknown. Please kiss me, Jett."
Mandy declared and her words came straight from her
heart.
Jett didn’t need to be told twice. He gave
Mandy a blistering kiss that left her out of breath and laughing in
complete joy and happiness. He picked up his vest off the handrail
and carefully put it on her, wanting her breasts covered from
everyone, except him.
Picking her up in his arms, he cuddled her to
his chest and pushed the button to open the elevator
doors.
Mandy looked around them and whispered, "Holy
shit, we made a real mess," and hid her quickly reddening face in
Jett’s neck.
He chuckled and turned to look for himself.
"I’m never going to see this elevator the same way again. I need to
have Xavier get it fixed right away and call the store to put a
rush on your outfit for tonight."
"Melissa has the spare one with her dress so
there’s no need." Mandy rubbed her cheek over his neck and
shoulder. She loved the feel of his overly warm and soft manly skin
and breathed in the scent of her pure and primal dominant male
mate. She soon drifted off into a world of her own, full of
fantasies about her new life at Jett’s side and the infinite
possibilities while Jett carried her down to Melissa's
apartment.
"Xavier, I know you are still in there. Open
this door right now or else." Jett yelled through the closed
door.
Xavier opened the door clad in only his
slacks, holding the two sides of the fly together at the waist with
his face flushed and his cock poking out to say hello.
Jett saw Mandy’s eyes travel downward to
remain there for a few seconds before she yelped quietly when he
pinched her bottom. He became mildly annoyed and snapped at his
male sub, "Put that damn thing away before you give my angel a
coronary." Mandy chuckled quietly in Jett’s ear, only loud enough
for him to hear.
Xavier glanced down and realized why it felt a
bit drafty. "Oh shit, sorry master, ma’am." He exclaimed and rushed
to tuck himself away and do up the fly on his pants.
"You want to explain to me why Mandy was
running loose while you were screwing the newest sub?" Jett asked
with deadly calm, keeping the smile off his face with tremendous
effort.
Xavier bowed his head and knew he'd be
punished later for Mandy's insolence and he planned to punish her
as well when Jett wasn't looking. It was his word over hers after
all.
"Tell Melissa to get Mandy’s spare outfit up
to my apartment and you are in charge of taking care of the north
elevator when you finish your business with her––and Xavier, next
time do it on your own time, not mine. No more slacking!" Jett
growled in deep disapproval.
Xavier nodded his understanding and deeply
apologized as he bowed before the couple.
"Good. Now hurry up and screw her brains out.
I expect the inside of the elevator to be fixed before the club
opens tonight." Jett walked away to the south elevator still
cradling Mandy in his arms. He felt Mandy’s body shake in his arms
from her silent laughter and instinctively knew his curious sub,
Xavier, was heading to the now broken one.
"Holy Shit!" Xavier’s exclamation was heard
loud and clear by both Jett and Mandy. They shared a knowing look
and both burst into laughter as they rushed into the south
elevator. They were still laughing when they got off on the third
floor.
Four hours later, Mandy did her best to hide
the fact that she was walking bowlegged and in a slight bit of pain
when Jett, out of the blue, picked her up into his arms and carried
her down to the club and sat her down, at her request, at the bar.
She promised him if she hurt too much or if anyone bothered her,
she would go back behind the bar and sit on the soft stood he set
there just for her.
Jett introduced Mandy to his long time
bartender, Nick, as his girlfriend. He instructed Nick to assist
her in getting back behind the bar if he saw her having any kind of
trouble. He also introduced her to his security team and team of
body guards that would remain on the floor and instructed them in
the same manner. Mandy’s welfare was a top priority and he made
sure they all knew it. Watching his workers' expressions as they
stared at his angel, he knew he’d have to keep a close eye on them
as well. They were eyeballing Mandy as if they’d never seen a woman
before, let alone a beautiful one.
Mandy’s surprise should be arriving
soon.
He thought to himself as he ordered her a stiff drink.
She would need it later on in the night. All day long, he wrestled
with the decision of whether to allow her into the VIP area or not.
On one hand, he wanted to keep her separate from it until she
experienced more with him. She was going to see things later that
might send her running after all or cause her to hate him for
exposing her innocent mind to. In the end, he decided to leave the
choice up to her and give her the right to walk or run back into
the main part of the club if she became uncomfortable at any time
and without any sort of punishment.
The club did not open for twenty five more
minutes so he sat beside her, ordered a sprite and pulled out the
contract of non-disclosure for the VIP members area, laid it in
front of her and relaxed.
Mandy read over the one page contract, her
face blushing hotly over some of the terms and descriptions
contained within. "This is for the club?" she asked.
"Yes. As I said, it’s a requirement if you
choose to enter with me. But I want you to know there’s no pressure
on you to enter the area. I do understand if you’re not ready yet
and if not, we can address the subject in the future." Jett said in
a voice almost bordering on loving.
Mandy was a bit surprised at Jett’s change in
demeanor.
We should have passionate and primal sex in the
elevator more often.
"Jett, I plan to be a part of your life and
your world for many years to come. Thank you from the bottom of my
heart for giving me this choice, but where you go, I go. I will be
fine as long as you are at my side to help me understand. I will
say, I am not ready to participate though."
Jett looked around the club, saw no one spying
on them and turned back to Mandy, pulled her up to a standing
position, embraced her and swung her in a circle, unable to contain
his overwhelming joy. He knew he would never deserve her although,
he would do his damnedest to be worthy of her.
Mandy was shocked right out of her shoes at
Jett’s very unexpected and very public display of happiness. It
left her quite speechless.
"Tigress, are you alright?"
"Pen."
"Excuse me?"
"I––I need a pen."
"Uh, okay?" Jett let her go and handed her the
pen in confusion.
She turned around, signed the contract and
said, "I’m sorry sir, I’m at a loss for words. You’re not acting
like yourself. Are you ok?" Her body stiffened when she realized
she was speaking of private things in a very public
place.
"Hm." Jett murmured and took in her tense
posture and decided he was having none of it. He reached around her
waist, pulled her hard into his body, lifted her bum and demanded
she wrap her legs around him. He then proceeded to kiss her
senseless.
"Damn, tigress. You excite me to no end. I
will deal with your lack of affection later, when I enjoy punishing
you––again."
"That promise gives me chills." She whispered
in his ear and shivered. She smiled brightly at him and became the
sun he revolved around. Something he would never tell her as it
would give her too much power over him. He knew deep down the
thought of an equal power relationship would indeed make her run.
He also didn’t understand what was going on with him, why he was
feeling so unusual and carefree. She was right, he wasn't acting
like his normal self at all. Maybe it is a momentary lapse in
sanity due to an out of this world experience at Mandy's hands. Was
it possible that Mandy had shoved him, of all people, into
subspace? He had never experienced subspace before, not even as a
sub. He only knew from his own Domme that people experience it
differently. Could that be what he was experiencing and why he was
acting so differently? He would have to speak to his old Mistress
and see if she could enlighten him on the subject but would have to
be careful as to protect his tigress from getting the wrong idea
and extending her claws unnecessarily.
"Earth to my sinfully sexy master. A penny for
your thoughts?" Mandy inquired.
Jett stared down into her exotic green eyes
with increasing intensity, until she began to squirm in place from
the profound scrutiny. Before he could say one word, he heard a
shriek behind him.
"Mandy? Girl, bring your sexy self over here
and give us a hug!" Emmitt shrieked with happiness and in awe from
across the club near the entrance.
Mandy unattached herself from Jett, waited for
his permission then spun around to see her friends waving her over.
She had only taken a few steps away when she spun around again. She
ran straight at Jett and right into his open arms and his look of
pride and satisfaction. She wrapped her arms tightly around his
muscular yet thin waist." Thank you from the bottom of my heart for
bringing them here, Master. You are truly the best." Mandy gushed.
His kissed her forehead softly before letting her go again. His
smile, as bright as the sun itself, took her breath
away.
He smirked, knowing full well the effect he
had on her. "Go visit with your friends, beautiful and
Mandy––breathe sweetheart."
Mandy blushed deeply as she inhaled oxygen
into her starving lungs before she ran up the red carpeted ramp
with its golden handrails and sensual statues toward where Emmitt
stood with his arms wide open. She chuckled when she noticed Nicole
and Emmitt were frozen in place, their mouths hanging open as they
stared first at her, then at the grandeur all around them. Mandy
ran right into Emmitt’s arms and almost knocked them both to the
ground.
"I have missed your beautiful, smiling face at
the bookstore girl. Damn, you are a sight for sore eyes. And what
is all of this, miss thing?" Emmitt stepped back holding Mandy’s
arms out to her sides as he stared at her with a mixture of awe,
shock and happiness. Mandy was positively glowing and he had never
seen her like that before. "You look absolutely ravishing girl in
this fancy get up and those fancy jewels around your neck. That is
a very expensive collar.
Mandy blushed at the mention of the collar. It
brought events from earlier in the day back to mind
again.
"I do believe Hunter is getting a run for his
money because I am most definitely considering becoming straight
just for you, sweetheart. I have chills racing up and down my spine
right now. I always knew you would be out of this world beautiful
when you let yourself go." Emmitt shivered noticeably as an
appreciative heat arose in his eyes and he fanned himself while his
eyes turned devilish and intense.
"Sorry honey, but I will have to ask you to
step away now and release my man. He’s taken and I don't plan to
let him go anytime soon." Hunter growled possessively at her side
then stopped in his tracks. His jaw dropped to the floor when he
realized the girl he thought was hitting on his Emmitt, was none
other than Mandy. He continued to stare at her, his expression
causing Emmitt to laugh outright. Hunter's hands flew up to his
chest to rest over his heart and he almost fell over backwards in
stunned disbelief. "Be still my heart. Mandy? Is that really you
gorgeous?" He watched the magnificent beauty standing in front of
him nod in the affirmative.
"Holy shit! No wonder my Emmitt considered
going straight for a moment. Girl, you are hot enough to melt the
pants right off of a devout priest or any man for that
matter––whether he be gay, straight or bi, within a five mile
radius and I can see how good Jett has been and is for you. I can
only assume by your bright glow, just how steamy that man is in the
bedroom."
"Oh my god, Hunter!" Mandy felt her face turn
into an inferno of heat. She had never heard him say such things to
anyone before.
She watched Hunter laugh causing his whole
face light right up.
Damn, he’s really hot when he looks like
that.
Mandy was flabbergasted and stunned herself. She
immediately shook the thought from her head, feeling awful that she
had a spark of such feeling about Hunter when he was her best
friend. She convinced herself, it was just that Hunter opened her
eyes––wide open, that’s all. The feelings were just a split second
of insanity that was all.
Hunter read Mandy like a book and was
extremely flattered at what he read in her face. "Hot stuff, I may
be gay, but my eyes and my––imagination both still work just fine.
And judging by the claim of ownership on your breast, I imagine our
quiet and cold-hearted Mandy has met her match in the most primal
of ways in Jett's bedroom. Damn, you go girl!" Hunter laughed when
she smacked him on the arm and embraced her warmly. "Bite his sexy
ass once for me, hot stuff." He whispered in her ear and shivered
in delight when she smacked his ass.