Finding Her Fantasy (13 page)

“Melinda,” he snarled so fiercely, she trembled. “Am I clear?”

“As crystal,” she snapped.

His hand landed across her ass so hard she screamed, “Ow!”

“That’s not what I wanted to hear.”

“Obviously,” she replied sarcastically and then winced just before his hand landed
across her ass again.

Oh God, why did I say that?

“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say. “Master. Yes, Master. You were clear.”

She started to add,
Are you happy?
, but smartly held her tongue.

“Better,” he murmured.

Melinda’s ass stung and burned. Her face flamed. She wanted to turn her head and see
what Erik was up to, but didn’t dare. She wasn’t sure her behind could take another
slap. She brought her gaze up to Jon’s. He wasn’t watching her; he was watching Erik
as he moved behind her.

A soft flick of leather landed against the back of her thigh, warming her flesh. She
jumped, but didn’t cry out. The swats started light, gentle, slowly escalating in
intensity as he worked the leather straps up one side, then down the other in a steady
rhythm.

Her breathing became shallow as her body tilted toward the flicks as opposed to away.
Every inch of her skin heated. Even the wind felt like a lover’s caress against her
sensitive flesh. The beating of her heart went like a drum cadence, thumping in time
to the rhythmic flicks of leather over her body.

She felt the first stirring of her release in her womb, and she whimpered. It was
then the flogging stopped. She held her breath, waiting for Erik to continue, but
to her disappointment, he set the flogger on the table.

He leaned on one hand next to her and turned his face toward hers. “Now, Melinda.
Go get the strawberries and feed them to me.”

If she hadn’t been holding on to the table, she would’ve fallen over. Was he really
just going to leave her hanging like this? So close to release she could taste it?

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Holding on to the back of the chairs as she moved around the table, she grabbed the
bowl of strawberries and sent Jon a glare just for the hell of it. That devilish grin
of his never left his face as he watched her huff and turn toward Erik, who now sat
in the wicker lounge overlooking the beach.

The wind ruffled his hair, and despite her frustration at the moment, she couldn’t
help but notice how sexy he looked with his shirt open, showing off his incredible
pecs. She stopped and sighed, squeezing her thighs together against her pussy in an
effort to ease the ache between her legs.

Erik’s eyes narrowed and the evil glint told her he knew exactly what she was doing.

“Melinda,” he drawled.

With a soft growl, she began walking toward him again. He dipped his head, but she
could’ve sworn she saw a grin playing at the corners of his mouth, which only served
to infuriate her even more.

She stopped at the side of his lounge chair and waited. He gazed up at her and then
casually pointed to his lap, which was stretched out along the cushions. Rolling her
eyes, she turned and started to sit on his thighs, but he grabbed her elbow and halted
her.

“Straddle me,” he said.

With a huff of exasperation, she spun around and swung one leg over the entire chair,
straddling him just above his knees.

“Now sit,” he commanded.

She dropped and almost gasped aloud as his denim-clad thighs brushed against the inside
of hers. Despite her anger, the arousal that hummed through her body hadn’t lessened.
Unfortunately, the rough material of his jeans rubbed along the flesh of her inner
thigh, but didn’t touch her pussy.

He spread his thighs even farther apart, spreading her labia along with them. Air
hit her clit, and she instantly envisioned Erik’s face between her legs, bringing
her to orgasm over and over. She licked her lips as a shudder shook her whole body.

Her fingers shook as she reached for a strawberry and placed it in front of Erik’s
mouth. His lips twitched slightly just before he opened them and took a bite of the
berry. Melinda couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth.

As he chewed he took the half-eaten strawberry from her hand and rubbed it around
her nipple. Melinda bit her lip, trying to ignore the feel of the cold, wet berry
as Erik smeared the juice around and over her nipple.

She glanced over and spotted Jon, still standing at the table, watching them with
interest. Was he really just going to stand there—watching—his gaze boring into hers
like a bolt of lightning and sending heat searing through her extremities?

While her gaze was on Jon, she didn’t notice Erik had moved forward until his tongue
swiped over her nipple. She gasped as a shockwave of lust ignited in her womb. He
circled the tip of her breasts with teasing flicks of his tongue before engulfing
it in his hot mouth and sucking hard. Melinda felt the tug straight to her pussy.

With a groan, she arched her back, silently encouraging him to continue, but in typical
infuriating Erik behavior, he let her go and leaned back in the chair.

“Another,” he said quietly.

Melinda swallowed, unsure she could take too much more. She had an almost uncontrollable
desire to wiggle herself against him; unfortunately, her pussy wasn’t touching any
part of him. Between her legs ached so bad she felt like screaming, but she knew from
experience that no matter how much she pleaded, Erik would let her come only when
he was good and ready. She also had a sneaking suspicion if she said something about
it or even begged, he would only prolong it.

She wasn’t sure if she liked that or not.

Drawing a shaky breath deep into her lungs, she again reached into the bowl and placed
another strawberry before his lips. He opened his mouth, this time eating the whole
berry. Part of her was disappointed. She’d wanted him to suck the other breast now.

He spotted a smear of berry juice on the edge of her finger and he grasped her hand
and brought it to his lips. The heat of his mouth wrapped around her finger. His tongue
flicked and teased, licking the juice from her skin and sending a wicked current of
lust to her throbbing pussy. He sucked on her finger as he pulled it free of his mouth.

Okay, maybe catering to his every whim wasn’t so bad after all.

He caught her gaze with his and held it as he nipped softly at the tip of her finger.
Melinda wanted to sag against him, beg him to take her, to make her come, put her
out of her misery, but she refused to give him that satisfaction.

She would keep her need to come to herself, although not that he couldn’t read it
in her body anyway, but no matter what, she would not say it.

As though reading her thoughts, Erik grinned slightly. “I saw that defiant tilt of
your chin, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying
to do. Or not to do.”

Melinda frowned. Had she lifted her chin? She lowered it back down and tried to appear
as unaffected as possible, as though every brush of his jeans against her legs didn’t
make her want to wiggle her hips closer.

This time he reached into the basket and bit off half the strawberry. As he chewed,
he reached out and rubbed the juice from the berry in his hand over her bottom lip.
Melinda held her breath, keeping her gaze locked onto his sizzling blue one as he
swallowed and then leaned forward to lick the juice from her lip.

She closed her eyes and sighed as he gently sucked on her lip before letting it go
and brushing his mouth over hers. When his tongue swiped inside her mouth, she could
no more stop the moan that left her lips than she could stop the sun.

His mouth plundered hers, and she dropped the bowl. The cold strawberries fell against
her leg, sending a shock up her thighs to settle between her legs. He broke the kiss
and whispered against her mouth, “I can’t wait to see what your pussy tastes like
with strawberries smeared all over it.”

Melinda shuddered at his softly spoken words and could already feel the tremor of
burning release swimming in her veins. Her clit swelled, anxious to feel his tongue
and his wicked mouth.

“Lay back,” he commanded softly as he grabbed the bowl that had fallen on his lap
and set it on the ground.

Melinda slowly fell back onto the lounge. Erik set his feet on the floor, making room
for her, but her head still dangled slightly off the edge and her hair trailed along
the floor. To her right, Jon still leaned against the table watching.

His hot gaze on her as Erik prepared to pleasure her made her feel…What exactly? Sexy?
More turned on? Definitely more turned on, she realized as he smiled at her.

Erik leaned forward and smashed one of the berries in his hand. With slow, gentle
fingers he smeared the berry, deliberately avoiding her clit. Melinda was so close,
she wasn’t sure she needed him to touch her clit.

“Remember what I said,” Erik purred as he spread her thighs wide and slid one hand
under her ass. “Do not come.”

She gasped. “Oh God. What?”

Erik licked his tongue through her slit, and she completely forgot what he’d said.
Every inch of her skin ignited in a burning need that was fast eating her alive.

“Mmm,” he whispered. “You taste good, sweetheart.”

Melinda moaned and arched, trying to force her pussy closer to his face. He pulled
back and swatted her clit with the flat of his hand. A bolt of lightning raced straight
to her womb, making her cry out in shock. She panted and stared up at the sky. If
she moved, even breathed too deep, she would explode.

“Erik,” she whined. “I can’t.”

Erik continued to leisurely work his tongue in teasing circles around her opening.
Her thighs began to shake as her orgasm raced to the surface. What would he do if
she came?

“Erik. Please!”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he teased. “Can’t take anymore?”

“No,” she panted. “Oh God. Please. Please, Erik. Please, Master.”

“There it is,” he whispered.

He gently wrapped his lips around her clit just as he thrust two fingers deep inside
her. Melinda instantly erupted, her body jerking as her release slammed through her
like a wrecking ball. Just when she thought she would float back to reality, Erik
curved his fingers, hitting a sensitive spot at the top of her channel, sending her
screaming over the edge again.

She could’ve sworn she heard his chuckle as he continued to fuck her with his fingers,
gently easing her down off the amazing high he’d just skyrocketed her to.

“Damn, I like watching you do that,” Erik murmured as he let her hips slowly fall
back to the lounge.

Melinda gazed up at the blue sky in a haze of body-shaking pleasure. Wasn’t he supposed
to be punishing her for something? Erik softly rubbed his palms up and down the tops
of her thighs.

She moved her gaze to his and frowned. “So all that was about getting me to call you
Master?” she murmured.

His lips quirked. “No.”

“So it was just to prove you can,” she whispered.

One side of his mouth tilted up in a mischievous smile. “Yes.” He bent down and kissed
her thigh. “In this house,” he murmured, “you do as I say.”

“But what if I don’t want it?”

“Then you use your safe word. Did you forget you had one?” he asked.

She shook her head as the heat of a blush moved over her cheeks. She hadn’t. She just
hadn’t thought to use it. What he’d done felt too good.

“Good,” he said as he reached for her hands and helped her to a sitting position.
“Now go get some more fruit and feed me like I asked you to in the beginning.”

* * * *

Melinda sat on the veranda watching the storm clouds roll in off the ocean. Lightning
streaked across the gray sky, matching her mood. The wind picked up, making the hanging
flowerpots swing back and forth.

She’d always loved watching an approaching storm, but right now all she could think
about was her volatile emotions in regards to the two men who could tie her insides
into knots and leave her panting in agonizing need.

Jon hadn’t done anything. He’d just watched, and that alone had sent her pulse racing.
She liked the way he’d looked at her, as though he couldn’t tear his eyes away. And
then there was Erik. Wow, that man could make her wet just by cocking an eyebrow.

In her mind that was very bad. Perhaps she should go home before she lost her heart
to one or even both of them.

Her frown deepened as she stared at the waves crashing onto shore. There was also
her ex, Clark. Was there truly a reason to be worried? With a sigh, she pinched the
bridge of her nose and closed her eyes against the ache that increased behind her
eyes.

Clark was the last person she ever wanted to think about again. Especially here. She’d
enjoyed the last few days, had the best sex, felt more relaxed than she had in months,
despite having to be naked. She didn’t want thoughts of her ex to ruin that calm.

“Hey,” Jon said as he tapped her softly on the shoulder. She looked up and saw the
cordless phone he held out to her. “Marcus wants to talk to you.”

She took it and placed it up to her ear. Jon walked around and sat on the edge of
her lounge. She pulled her feet back giving him more room. He watched her closely
as he reached out and rubbed his palm along her calf in a soothing motion.

“Hey, Marcus,” she said into the phone.

“I’m playing the big brother and checking up on you,” he replied.

Melinda smiled softly. “You were born a whole two minutes before me; that doesn’t
make you older.”

“Of course it does,” Marcus replied.

Melinda shook her head at their recurring argument but simply replied, “I’m fine.”

“Good. Erik said as much, but I wanted to hear it myself.”

She snorted. “You trusted him enough to let him kidnap me. What’s got you all squeamish
all of a sudden?”

“You were pretty pissed,” Marcus murmured. “I was worried.”

“On that front, live in fear.”