Sully's Fantasy

“The point being you own a monster, not just a man in love with you.” I thrust.

Swift and savage.

I stabbed inside her with no finesse, and her mouth opened on a silent scream. Cupping her throat, I tilted her head back until my lips slammed over hers, swallowing that silent scream, kissing her as deep as I could.

She convulsed in my arms as I drove up into her again and again. I fucked her against the ladder, dropping all my guards and defences.

Her hands clawed at the rungs, doing her best to withstand my takeover, all while her legs spread in wanton welcome.

“Yes. Oh, god, yes,” she hissed, her mouth slick and hot beneath mine.

Our tongues tangled and knotted as we gave ourselves over to basic copulation. We didn’t touch other than where our bodies connected. My hands planted over hers on the rungs, giving me purchase to thrust harder and fiercer inside her.

I wanted her to have bruises.

I wanted her to feel my possession for days after this.

“I own your every breath, Eleanor. Do you deny it?” I kissed her faster, messier. “I own your moans, your begs, your vows. Try to say that I don’t.”

She shook her head, her mouth seeking mine, a bone-deep gasp shaking her as I continued to pump hard. “I don’t. I don’t deny it.” Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes snapped closed as I let go of every humanity and gave everything that I was to this woman.

I fed her my body and my heart.

I let her feel my trembles at how honoured I was to fuck her.

I let her see my soul at how privileged I was to love her.

And when she let go, matching me in every broken way possible, I came.

I jerked and spurted into my gorgeous wife and cried out as her own release followed mine; her inner muscles milking my cock, the powerful waves of pleasure dragging out the final lapse of my own.

As quickly as our lovemaking began, it was over, and we both stood there, breathing hard with our shared climaxes sticky and binding us together.

Nudging away her heat-damp hair, I kissed her nape. “I will never get enough of you.”

“I’m glad.” She groaned as I withdrew, wincing a little at the sensitivity. “Ditto.”

A droplet of our combined orgasms plopped to the bamboo floor.

Eleanor blushed. “Good job this is a fantasy. Otherwise, I’d be mopping these floors later.”

I grinned. “I’m sure a maid fantasy could be arranged. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I could happily indulge in a rich aristocrat having his horny way with the innocent housekeeper.”

“Write it.” She turned to kiss me, standing on her cute tiptoes. “I’d like to try that one.”

“Consider it done.” I smiled, gently kissing her back before spinning her to face the ladder. “Now, get your sexy ass up there. I have a surprise for you.”

Chapter Eleven

CLIMBING UP THE LADDER, I had no idea what to expect on the second level.

Another bedroom perhaps? Maybe a small sitting area?

“It’s...empty.” I turned to face Sully as he climbed up behind me, his overbearing presence and power making the space feel tight and constricted.

Giving me a half-smile, he marched to the small door at the back. “We’re not there yet.” Sweeping it open, he revealed yet another platform. This one outdoors, canopied by hanging trees, vines, and utterly at one with the jungle.

“Oh, wow.” I stepped from indoors to outdoors, marvelling at the attention to detail Sully went with the VR creation. Heavy flowers in mauves and maroons hung over the balustrade. Bamboo carved lanterns dotted all four corners of the deck and sunlight spangled through the leaves and trunks to stencil the flooring with a golden glow.

There was no furniture, no clutter. Just the backdrop of nature in all its beauty.

Sully sighed as he joined me, drinking in perfection, smiling at a flock of parrots as they darted past.

The flash of jewelled feathers made me miss Pika and Skittles.

Even though our minds were currently in the tropics of some fictional forest, our bodies were in England. If I focused on reality instead of myth, I felt the chill of English weather and the mustiness of an ancient hall.

Goddess Isles was never cold, never damp, never musty. It was forever tropical and temperate, and I found it surprising how homesick I was, considering we’d only been gone a single day.

A crash sounded in the canopy, making me spin around, my necklaces clinking on my chest. A beautifully patterned feline slinked from the branches, leaping gracefully onto the deck with its tail flicking and amber eyes narrowed with intelligence.

I froze.

Fantasy or not, I didn’t fancy pissing off a jaguar. “Eh, Sully?” I didn’t move, relying on him to resolve this uncomfortable situation.

I was naked.

Sully still wore his loincloth.

And the cat had claws sharp enough to disembowel us with one swipe.

“It won’t hurt you, Eleanor.” Sully stepped forward, a soft smile on his face. “Will you, jaguar?”

The cat sat on its haunches and yawned, revealing the longest canines I’d ever seen. Its tongue curled and stuck out in a pink lash as it snarled on the tail of its yawn.

Its pelt was velvet and pigmented with circlets of brown, tan, and cream, mottling its presence to move unseen in the foliage. The natural camouflage was a work of art, even if it was a highly equipped predator who obeyed no one but its own desires.

Goosebumps spread over me.

I wrapped arms around my nakedness and backed up a step. “You programmed everything? Even that?”

Sully looked at me before padding toward the giant jungle beast. “The codes for the animals I copied from the cypher that Drake locked you in.”

I frowned, struggling to remember if I’d seen that particular jaguar in the campsite when I’d been dressed as a native and Drake had been some raping lumberjack who thought he could take what he wasn’t allowed. “The animals only arrived later. After...” I swallowed, remembering in full detail how the fantasy had switched from daylight to darkness and wolves the sizes of cars had magically appeared. “After you entered the illusion.” I shivered, recalling how Sully had come for me. How he’d fought against all odds, ignored broken bones and rapidly fading heartbeats, and conjured a monster with scaled flesh, venomous fangs, and devil horns.

He’d saved me by putting me to sleep. He’d freed me of the fantasy, and I’d never know what he did to Drake, deep within a hallucination that was never about pleasure just revenge.

Keeping my eyes on the jaguar, I murmured, “I never asked you what happened that day, but now, I’m curious.” I braced myself, waiting until Sully made eye contact with me. His blazing blue stare shielded with secrets. “How did you break Drake’s mind?”

Sully froze, his stomach rippling with muscle. “Do you seriously want to know?” Shaking away his stillness, he closed the distance to the jaguar that sat watching us like we were fish caught in a bowl. Holding out his hand, he showed no fear as he stroked the big cat’s velvety head.

I swallowed a gasp as the cat instantly purred and bumped against Sully to be petted harder. The sight of a wild man stroking a hunter, high up in the treetops, dressed in just a loincloth, scrambled my grasp on what was real and what was his illusion.