She cried out as the combination of his touch and his kiss sent her reeling off into a place of pure sensation and eroticism. Her entire body was overwhelmed and she knew that was exactly what he wanted. She relinquished her last desire to fight him and as a result the ultimate pleasure exploded throughout her body. Her orgasm was bright and brilliant -- like nothing she had ever felt before and she feared she might never feel it again. So blissful, so completing. She wondered how she had ever lived without this.
“There’s a good girl,” he whispered against her brow, kissing her there softly. “I knew you would be like this. Full of passion. Full of depths I must explore. This is only the beginning, Pet. There is so much more I want to show you.”
“S-show me please, S-sir,” she stammered, unable to make herself speak clearly in the aftermath of what he had done.
“Greedy little minx. I will. I will show you everything. But only if you continue to beg me so prettily. Tell me. Tell me how you want more.”
“I do. I want more. Please, Sir. May I have more?”
“What do you want? Go on. Ask me for what you want. For as much as I want you to surrender to me, I want you to keep the fire of who you are. I want you to show me your spine and your teeth. I want you to be everything that makes you who you are.”
“Why? I thought you wanted me to be compliant and willing.”
“I do. And I want you to be full of fire and to struggle against me. Then I might correct you and teach you what it means to be mine. If you simply roll over and become this weak and willing thing it will not be nearly as interesting and fun. I promise you.”
“You are confusing me.”
“All I mean is I do not want you to lose yourself in this process. I want you to be who you are. I want to learn all the exciting depths to you. Show me who you are.”
“You are a very contradictory man, Sir.”
He laughed. “I have been told this before. But there is logic to my desires. You will see over time. For now… would you like me to make love to you?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”
“Of course. But I mean would you like me to thrust my cock inside your sheath?”
That, she realized, was a whole different level of intimacy. One she wasn’t sure she was ready for. And yet as he continued to toy with her body, she was reminded of the pleasure he could give her. Should she trust him to give her more? What would that mean for her? If he mated with her, she could never turn back. She would be his totally. He would own her body and soul.
“No,” she whispered even as he kissed her lips.
“No, Sir,” he corrected her gently, kissing her mouth again.
“No, Sir,” she said obediently.
“Good girl. I will let you get away with this for now, but get used to the idea of me taking your virginity, breaking through the barrier that keeps us from being truly connected.”
He removed his touch from her body and kissed her once more. Just as passion began to stir between them again, he drew away, breathing deep and fast.
“How you test me!” he said fiercely. “Go. Go now. Before I change my mind and use you to the fullest.”
He lifted himself away from her and the bed, getting to his feet. He pulled her up to hers by her bound hands. Then he turned her away from him, pointing her in the direction of the door that led from his rooms to the harem. He gave her a little push and smacked her on her rear as a means of propelling her forward.
As she hurried away she knew this wouldn’t be the end. Instead it was only a beginning. She didn’t know if she should be afraid or excited. She tried to call up all the reasons why she should fight him, but none of them seemed to matter any longer. He had said he didn’t want her to lose herself. Did that mean he wanted her to fight him?
Of course it did. That way he would have opportunity to correct her and punish her… something he took great pleasure in. Well, she would fight him. If only to satisfy herself that she could retain some kind of power between them. If she gave him what he wanted, would she then be controlling him? Would she be in charge of what was happening between them?
She didn’t know.
But she was going to find out.
Jacquelyn Frank
Jacquelyn lives in the Western North Carolina mountain area around Asheville. After a lifetime of striving to be good enough to be published, she has enjoyed the many blessings her fans have rained on her with their loyalty over the years. With four sisters and other family scattered up and down the Eastern Seaboard, and a history of living all across the USA herself, she still always finds ways to give a nod to her native New York in her work.
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