Fantasy Man

by Tuesday Morrigan

  Her smaller hand slipped into his, supple flesh moving across his hardened palm, sending heat straight to his groin. He settled deeper into the seat and looked up at her as she moved closer to him. A mere second and she stood before him. As she looked down at him, the lights in the theater dimmed until they were cocooned in darkness. She took her seat, placing her body atop his. Ansley had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep the groan of satisfaction from slipping past his lips at the feel of her lush body against his.

  The lights brightening the richly toned theater seemed to dim the moment Sophia aligned her body against his. They looked up in unison as the lighting on the stage shifted until a lone man appeared. Ansley wondered if the man had been sitting there the whole time and he hadn't been able to see him shrouded in the dark, or if he'd just stepped onto the stage. Either possibility made him a little uneasy. Normally he was very aware of everything around him. The very feel of Sophia's body against his had shaken his cool and, more importantly, his focus. The moment he stepped onto Bainsworth's property, he stopped thinking clearly. If he was honest, he hadn't been able to concentrate on anything but Sophia much earlier, from when he realized he needed her services.

  Shit! He'd brought her along on this mission so she could aid him. He didn't consider that she would be his Achilles’ heel.

  Ansley wasn't given a real chance to consider the ramifications of his realizations as music poured into the room, thickening the atmosphere with its sweet sound. Sophia shifted nervously above him and then gasped slightly. Ansley swallowed thickly as he realized the reason for her exclamation.

  He was hard.

  And pressed against her bottom.

  He tried to think of nonsexual things, but it was difficult to do with her ass against his erection. And then a second person stepped onto the stage. It took Ansley a moment to decide if the individual was male or female. Long and graceful, it wasn't until he took in the firm chest that he realized it was a man.

  Ansley glanced at the stage, then Sophia, before looking back at the stage. He was as liberal as the next guy, but he didn't think he could watch two guys fuck and not feel supremely uncomfortable.

  The second man walked up to the first and stood before him. The two men simply stared into one another's eyes for several seconds. Ansley got the distinct impression that this wasn't just a play for them. These two men were truly lovers, showing the world a picture of their affection in explicit color. Despite his best intentions, the heat in their gazes moved Ansley. As though their limbs couldn't move any quicker, the two men walked forward until there was no space between them.

  Slowly, almost tenderly, the smaller man reached out. His hand landed on his brunet partner's chest. With infinite care, it moved up the man's chest, mapping the planes of his sculpted body until it reached the base of his throat. It wavered there for a moment, testing the man's pulse, teasing the flesh. Ansley found himself taking a deep breath as he felt hands on his own neck, caressing his body.

  Then the redhead leaned forward and lifted his head. The brunet answered his silent call and lowered his face until their lips pressed against one another. Lips moving against lips. The kiss was nothing more than that, but the simplicity of their need was intensely erotic. Ansley couldn't help thinking about kissing Sophia that way.

  By slow degrees, the nature of their kiss heated up, tongues and teeth were introduced until it seemed to be a literal bonfire going on between them.

  Sophia released a soft gasp and shifted above him. Ansley wasn't the only one affected by the two males. His already-swollen length hardened further at the knowledge.

  Just when Ansley thought his cock couldn't handle any more of the alluring combination that was Sophia and the carnal kiss, the men pulled apart. It was then that he noticed they were no longer alone on the stage.

  A tall, midnight-haired woman stood to the left. She was the same height as the shorter man. He guessed she was five feet eight. Her skin was milky white, a striking contrast to her richly colored hair. Her features were both strong and fine, an apparent testament to the strength and vulnerability of the woman inside. She looked more than woman enough to take on the two males. Even from where he sat, Ansley could see the pleasure and need in her dark gaze.

  The men moved farther apart to allow her room to stand in between them. Then, as a duo, they stepped to her. The brunet kissed her neck while the redhead moved his mouth across hers. Her moan of bliss at their combined attentions seemed to echo through his soul.

  Sophia rolled her hips atop his, pressing her body closer. Ansley found he was unable to stop himself from reaching out to her. His fingers intertwined with hers and settled at her lower abdomen. A gasp of surprise drifted to him at his bold actions, but he noticed that she didn't pull away. In fact, Sophia pressed his hand closer to her.

  The heat from her body seeped into his palm, warming his already-fiery blood. Hungry for more, he slid his hand south until he was cupping her mound as the trio on stage moved to the bed. Sophia started to turn to him. Unwilling to hear her denial of the heat that simmered between them, Ansley sat forward so his lips were against the delicate shell of her right ear. “Watch them, Sophia. Pay attention or others will know what we're doing."

  It wasn't until the words were out of his mouth that Ansley realized they were the perfect response to the fear he could feel building inside Sophia. She wanted him. He'd seen the sharp looks of need she sent his way when she thought he wasn't looking. As open as she was about watching the live show, he knew that exhibition might be considered too much for her to accept. But more than she feared sexual interactions in public, she was afraid of getting caught.

  She stilled and then turned back to the stage. Forgotten was the trio performing. She riveted Ansley's full attention. His hands slipped beneath the short skirt of her costume to glide along warm flesh. He tilted his head forward to press his lips against the column of her throat. His lips ran up the skin, teeth nibbled it, and his tongue laved down it until a soft groan slipped through Sophia's lips.

  He wrapped his lips around a patch of skin and suckled. “Shit,” Sophia cursed lightly. A small flash of satisfaction shot through him at the sound. Pleased with the feeling, Ansley sought out something stronger. His palm moved north, coasting over her soft skin, until he reached the heat between her thighs. His hand paused just at her panty line, waiting.

  "Can I touch you?” The question was whispered against the back of her throat.

  "Yes. Touch me.” The answer drifted to him just as a moan from the stage filled the air.

  Shit! he mentally cursed as wanton heat shot through his limbs. He was very aware of Sophia's body pressed against his and the erotic nature of the show they silently watched.

  For the first time in a long time, Ansley felt honest fear. He didn't know how he was supposed to get through the weekend when, with one show, Ansley found he could barely keep his desire under wraps.

  * * * *

  Sophia stared at the stage with unseeing eyes. She was too focused on the feel of Ansley's hands between her thighs to really take in the erotic sight before her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she indulged in the feel of Ansley's warm lips on her throat. And then his tongue glided along her flesh at the same time that his fingers brushed across her mound. Her hand moved of its own volition to cup her breast and seek out her nipple. Her fingers tightened around her nipple as she widened her thighs, giving Ansley more access to her heated sex.

  A shuddering sigh escaped her lips the moment his hand dipped into her panties to brush his fingertips over her clit. She jerked a little, surprised by the wave of electrical heat that swamped her. Sophia found herself moving deeper into his touch. “More,” she breathed out as the fingers of her right hand tightened on the armrest.

  His thumb stroked her clitoris repeatedly. Then his hand delved deeper between her thighs to cup her mound. Ansley's lips moved over the area between her neck and throat, kissing and teasing the sensitive skin. Goose bumps broke out acr
oss the region. Heat filled her body when his blunt fingers parted the lips of her sex to allow one to plunge into her sheath. One finger became two and the fiery need tripled.

  She clenched her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth as pleasure hummed throughout her body. Teeth gritted, Sophia tried desperately to stay quiet as her release tightened her limbs.

  Sophia's head fell back. Her eyes opened, blinked hard, and then closed shut as wave after wave of erotic bliss flushed her system. The soft tone of Ansley's murmured words were a sweet undertone to her release.

  Ansley never stopped pleasuring her, not until the last tendrils of Sophia's orgasm had died away. With a final groan, she slumped against him.

  * * * *

  The hum of excitement was exhilarating, even addictive. Jacob Bainsworth drank it in, consumed it, because it wouldn't be happening again for another two years. Every two years for one weekend, three days, he allowed himself to indulge in his baser needs.

  The biennial Bainsworth party was his fix.

  Without it, he wasn't sure how he would survive the monotony of his existence.

  The group of invitees was very select. Exactly one hundred and fifty individuals from all across the globe were invited to the gala. They came in twos and threes. No singles were allowed. On average, 90 to 95 percent of the people invited accepted their invitations.

  The few who declined did so because they had prior engagements they could not deny. Everyone wanted to spend a weekend at the Bainsworth estate. His parties were quickly becoming legendary.

  Mentally, Jacob sighed, wondering if the guests ever realized that he'd never joined them. Not once. Disgusted with himself because his responsibilities as well as his fear confined him to his own home, Jacob's gaze drifted absently around the room. If it weren't for luck, he wouldn't have looked up just as the sultry African American woman's image flashed across the screen. She appeared for only one moment, but he was struck by the power of her gentle, erotic beauty.

  "Back that up."

  The security expert staring at the screen jerked in surprise and knocked over the small bottle of soda beside his hand. Luckily, he caught the container just before it would have hit the floor. Jacob grimaced at his actions in irritation. It was true that Jacob rarely spoke, but the man didn't have to react as though he were the devil himself speaking. “Please back the screen up,” he said a little more gently.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Stop,” he called out when her image reappeared. Yes, she was just as lovely as he'd originally thought. It was not his imagination. “Is she part of a duo or trio?"

  Perspiration beaded the guard's forehead and dampened his collar. The room, like the whole estate, was air-conditioned. Nerves could be the only explanation for the man's sweat. The man had to be a relatively new recruit, someone who wasn't on staff for the last party. Bainsworth always stayed in the security room during the start of the event. But his very presence was making the other man jump at the slightest sound.

  The guard shoved a finger under his collar and tried to loosen it before turning back to the screen, punching a few buttons, and pulling up the file the estate had on the guest. “Mrs. Wilde is part of a duo. She's nearly wed."

  He mentally sighed at the information. Duos were difficult to join. Not that he knew personally. Years of watching had taught him that people came in twos to his parties for a reason. Still...

  His gaze swung to her partner. A second, equally painful, frisson of need snaked through Jacob as he looked at the man. They complemented one another perfectly. Where she was soft, he was hard. Where he was rough, she was gentle. Bainsworth couldn't stop himself from wondering what their loving was like. Nuclear, probably, he thought with a chuckle. The guard beside him jerked at the sound of his amusement, reminding Bainsworth that he was not alone.

  "Have the Wilde couple's file sent to my quarters."

  He was going to keep an eye on them. And enjoy every minute. He was, after all, a voyeur. He would give anything to be able to join them, but he'd have to satisfy himself with watching.

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  Chapter Six

  Falling in Love Is Hard on the Knees

  The black satin mask over the top half of her face itched. Sophia started to reach up and push it aside. Then she remembered why she wore it. She was in the middle of a masquerade ball. Ansley stood at her side, a flute of champagne in his hand. The glass was dwarfed in his large, competent hand. A shudder of hunger ran through her as she looked upon his fingers.

  She couldn't help remembering the pleasure those fingers had given her.

  "Would you like to dance?"

  She jerked at the sound of his thick voice. Somehow she'd gotten lost in the memory of his touch, forgetting about everything else.

  "Yes, I would love to dance."

  She finished her champagne. Ansley took the empty glass and placed it on the tray of a passing waiter. One hand, palm up, was held out to her. She slipped her hand into his.

  A shiver of excitement shot down her spine at the touch.

  He moved forward, walking with ruthless grace that forced others to move aside at the very sight of him. She understood their actions. There was something about Ansley that made others stay out of his way. They had just reached the edge of the dance floor when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned slightly, surprised at the interruption. A masked man in a domino flashed her a smile. “Can I help you?"

  His smile widened. “Yes,” he murmured and held out a slip of paper.

  She looked at it in question, but the unwavering demand in his gaze forced her to accept the sheet. Her eyes widened at the message printed on it. Her first fantasy had been scheduled. She and Ansley were to meet at a designated room in five minutes.

  Shocked, she turned and found Ansley speaking to another woman. He glanced at her before being led out of the ballroom. The surprise blossomed into nervous fear.

  "Mrs. Wilde?” She turned to find the man looking at her in question. She gave him a small smile. He beckoned her to follow him before walking through the crowd that stood at the edge of the dance floor and out of the room. Her heart started pounding at an absurd rate; she followed him. I'm his servant. I'm his servant. The words repeated over and over again in her mind as she strode from the ballroom. It was the role she knew she had to play that night, and it filled her with pleasure.

  Sophia wasn't sure how long it took her to reach the designated room. By the time she got there, her hands were shaking and she was breathing a little too deeply. She opened the door and stepped in. It was a study with mahogany bookshelves filled to the brim lining the wall. A fireplace kept the dark room warm. A lone figure, Ansley, sat behind the large, magnificent desk.

  He slowly moved from the desk to stand in the middle of the room. Feeling pulled forward, Sophia stepped into the study, halting just before him. His gaze moved over her, taking in every inch of her body. Then he moved away and positioned himself beside the bookcase. One finger swept over a shelf and he glanced down at it.

  "Someone hasn't been doing her job.” He turned to her. “You've been a bad girl."

  She swallowed thickly. “I'm sorry."

  "Sorry just won't suffice, Sophia."

  His unwavering gaze held hers for several thundering moments. Just when she was sure her heart couldn't take any more of the silent treatment, he stepped forward and spoke. His normally gruff voice was even thicker, coarser, more arousing. “On your knees, Sophia."

  Ansley moved to stand a few feet before her. His actions were marked by his innate fluid grace and masculinity. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid one hand inside. When his fingers returned, there was a silky purple scarf in his hand. One eyebrow arched, and then he stepped toward her.

  He grabbed her wrists and lifted them. Then she felt the fine glide of the silk scarf over her skin. A shiver of pure pleasure ran down her spine when he tied it around her wrists, binding her. Ansley stepped away. She couldn't help testing the strength of the
binding. She found it was secure.

  Her breathing deepened with burgeoning arousal.

  Eyes open, heart pounding, and ears listening to every sound he made, Sophia was incredibly attuned to Ansley. She was keenly aware of the rustle of clothing being removed. Exactly five footsteps brought Ansley back to her forefront. She stared at him, flushed with desire.

  Ansley only wore his slacks. Gone were his jacket, dress shirt, tie, and belt. Her gaze kept wavering from his missing belt to his chest. Strong with the kind of muscles one earned from a hard living, Ansley's broad chest was covered with a light mat of dark hair. Her mouth hungered for the taste of his skin, the flavor of his nipples.

  He stepped forward, hands on his slacks. Holding her gaze, he lowered his zipper and opened his pants. Then he pushed them far enough down his hips to reveal his black boxers. One hand slipped south. Suddenly, Sophia was staring at the thick, swollen length of Ansley's cock. His shaft was longer than any of her previous lovers', and thicker, curving at the ruddy tip. The head was coated with precum, giving it a slight sheen. “Open your mouth, Sophia."

  As she obeyed his command, her mind drifted back to the questionnaire she'd filled out earlier that very day. She was getting her wish and quite quickly.

  The taste of his sex filled her mouth on impact. Unlike with her other lovers, she wasn't filled with disgust or irritation at the flavor. A combination of male musk, salt, and clean skin coated her tongue.

  She suckled his cock, using lips, tongue, and teeth to work him to a frenzy. With each lick and every nip, she felt her own body responding until she was soaking her panties with moist evidence of her desire.

  "God, Sophia.” The words were growled mere moments before Ansley's fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled back, leaving the wet heat of her mouth. Sophia automatically stood. Ansley lowered his head and took her lips in a swift kiss that robbed her of all breath. His tongue, demanding and forceful, plunged into Sophia's mouth. He swept over her teeth, stroked over the inner cavern of her mouth. Sophia groaned and deepened the kiss, pressing her lips harder against his. Her fingers moved across his nape as she stood on her toes, desperate to get closer to Ansley.