Fantasy Fulfilled
(Rapture Island 7)
Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, BDSM, MFM, HEAScared to explore her interests in the BDSM lifestyle, Erica Roberts opens up about her desires to her boyfriend, disappointed but not surprised that he reacts with anger. Still curious, and getting a little desperate, she attends a special event at a Dominant’s club, only to run out in fear five minutes later.
When a friend hears of her escape and invites her to lunch, Erica meets with her, embarrassed that Kelsey knows what has happened. Irritated at herself and saddened, she pours her heart out to Kelsey, not realizing that two Dominants are eavesdropping. Before she knows it, she’s set up with them, assured that they’re a safe choice and will respect her wishes. She agrees, and it’s a decision that will change her life forever.
Damion Hargrove and Jonathan Pike fulfill every fantasy Erica has ever had and some she doesn’t know exist, but when she loses herself in a particular scene, she runs from them, scared they’ll break her heart. The two men give her the space she needs, but when her ex shows up at her apartment, venting his rage and hurting her in a misguided effort to give her what she wants, the men realize their error. They’ve already fallen in love with her and allowed her to run. It’s a mistake they’ll never make again.
Excerpt
Jonathan leaned forward. “The opportunity to find someone who is honest about herself and truly wants to learn about herself and her needs is irresistible.”
Erica nodded, hoping she understood. “I don’t want games either. But I also don’t want to be with someone who’s involved with someone else.”
“While you’re with us, we’re definitely exclusive.” Jonathan touched her chin and lifted her face to his again, the hard gleam in his green eyes sending a shiver through her. “We share with each other but not with anyone else. Understood?”
Erica swallowed heavily and nodded. “Yes. I’m not like that. I don’t sleep around.”
“How many lovers have you had?”
Erica pulled away from his touch, finding it hard to concentrate while awareness continued to take over. “That’s a personal question.”
Damion leaned forward, catching her gaze. “The first of many, and they’re going to get a hell of a lot more personal than that. How many?”
Her face burning, Erica swallowed heavily again. “Two. And I don’t want to talk about it.”
Jonathan touched her arm, turning her attention to him. “Have you talked to any other Dominants?”
“Yes.” Her face burned. “Two. Online. They scared me.”
Raising a brow, he frowned slightly. “Oh? How?”
Erica took another sip of her wine and shrugged. “They seemed more interested in punishing me and what I could expect if I disobeyed than in my pleasure. Some of the things they mentioned sounded painful. I don’t want pain.” Erica shrugged. “I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be.”
Jonathan smiled tenderly, easing her nerves a little. “It’s supposed to work for everyone involved.”
Erica smiled humorlessly. “I thought that was how it should work, but like I said, reality and fantasy are two different things. I mean, why would a woman stay with someone who made her feel used and abused? Why would a woman be with someone who doesn’t appreciate her submission?”
Damion took a sip of his drink and leaned back. “We’ll explore your boundaries. We’ll learn what excites you. What scares you. What you don’t like. What you want but are too embarrassed or shy to admit.”
Intrigued, Erica picked up her glass of wine and leaned back, too. “How will you do that?”
“Because we’ll explore. We’ll learn your body and your reactions. We’ll pay attention.”
Erica took a sip of wine and glanced at Jonathan before looking at Damion again. “Will I have a safe word?”
“Absolutely.”
Erica finished her wine and set the glass back on the table. “So how long would this last? Is it like for one night? A weekend?”
Jonathan raised a hand for a waiter. “As long as it satisfies all three of us. More wine?”
“No. Thank you. Maybe some water.”
While Jonathan asked for a glass of water for her, Damion leaned close. “You’re aroused at the prospect of surrendering and curious about your own needs. Would you trust us enough to give this a chance?”
Her face burned again, and averting her gaze, she took a shuddering breath. “How can I expect you to understand what I want when I don’t completely understand it myself?”
“You need to feel desired and appreciated for your surrender.”
Erica grimaced. “You heard that part, huh?”
Jonathan smiled faintly. “We did, and there’s nothing wrong with that. You need to feel cherished. You need to feel that you’re important and cared for. You need to have someone you can trust to guide you in exploring your passions. You need to have someone whom you can lean on. A strength you can trust.”
Flushed, Erica grimaced again. “You make me sound so needy. Is it so wrong to want to know?”
“Not at all.” Jonathan took her hand in his. “We all have needs, Erica.”
Marveling at how wonderful it felt to have her hand clasped in his, Erica lifted her gaze to his. “What do you need?”
He smiled at that, his dark eyes twinkling. “Honesty. Someone to spoil. Someone who looks to us for strength. Someone who will trust us enough to give herself completely. It’ll be up to us to earn that trust, but little by little, we will. If you let us.”
Wanting to be as honest as she could, Erica shrugged. “I’m not sure I can trust anyone that way. I know it means I won’t have the answers I want, and I won’t be able to feel what I think I want to feel, but that kind of trust would be hard for me.”
Damion ran a hand down her arm. “It’s up to us to earn your trust. When the pleasure and the promise of more to come becomes irresistible, you’ll want to give yourself.”
Smiling her thanks when the waiter brought her water, Erica reached for it. “You sound sure.”
Jonathan squeezed her free hand. “Hopeful.”
Erica sipped her water and pulled her hand from his to wipe both damp palms on her thighs. “As long as we have an understanding that I can walk away whenever I want to.”
Damion inclined his head. “So can we, which we will if you’re not really trying or you allow shyness to interfere with what all three of us want.”
She took a deep breath, not looking at either one of them. “So when do we start?”