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  Prin began climaxing hard, really hard, screaming hysterically as the first shockwave of release took her on the third sharp slap. Her body thrashed wildly, totally out of control in a maelstrom of primitive pleasure and pain. The screaming orgasm demonstrated clearly how much she’d actually wanted this. His handling of her pleased the primitive woman inside her. That woman needed to know this man was strong enough to control her. The submissive little bitch within demanded this humiliating revelation of her sexual desperation.

  The force of his spanking increased each time his hand met her bottom. Her ass glowed red, as he made sure to cover every inch of creamy, jiggling flesh with deliberate smacks. Each time his hand fell, it propelled her to a new level of intensity. Her orgasm surged higher and higher, not stopping, just going on and on. The boiling cauldron of sexual release ruthlessly thrashed her body and mind.

  Finally, almost choking on her sobs, she felt the dildo in her gushing cunt fall to the floor. The spanking stopped and they both stilled, breathing hard as their spiraling emotions slid slowly back down.

  She lay there across him in disbelief. Her tears dripped onto the carpet as she stared down with blank eyes. His heavy hand rested on her heated ass and she was forced to face the shameful fact that his command of her body and its reactions was total. He could bring her to unbelievable heights of pleasure as easily as that. Not that it’d been easy. Yet, he’d known exactly how she would react. He knew how high she would fly at his command. He’d just demonstrated the depth of his dominion over her. Even when punishing her, he was in complete control of her.

  She felt naked right down to her soul. The urge to seek cover was elemental and instinctive. Her bones felt exposed. Gulping in air as she hung limply over his lap, Prin could barely comprehend what just happened. He could systematically strip away each layer of civilization between them. In an exceedingly short period of time he removed every delusion she held of being an independent, modern woman who enjoyed playing submissive. No, she was a submissive who lived for the pleasure of his every touch.

  She’d all but demanded an orgasm. So, he’d delivered one with each slap of his hand on her ass. It couldn’t be any clearer that he saw her attempt to assert control for what it was. He met her challenge even before she’d known she made it. The insertion of that nasty dildo in her cunt was to prove he owned every orifice. To show her he knew exactly what she wanted. Even the shameful, secret desires she could barely acknowledge to herself.

  There was a knock at the door of the suite. He stood her up on shaky legs. Rising from the bed, he strode into the outer room throwing his directions back at her over his shoulder.

  “Go wash your face and blow your nose.”

  She blindly turned toward the bathroom as the bedroom door clicked shut. In the marble hall he called a bathroom, she found herself clutching the vanity as she gazed at the disheveled woman in the mirror staring back at her. Who was she? No one Prin had ever met before.

  Groping across the sink, she turned on the cold water, leaned down and weakly rested her elbows on the counter. Prin shut her eyes and repeatedly splashed the chilly water over her face. Wet, stringy hair dripped down, covering her face but she didn’t care. Prin couldn’t find the energy to pull it back. It just seemed like everything was too much effort.

  Walking in the suite door this evening and looking into a face she’d only dreamed, was too much for Prin to absorb. His immediate and complete mastery of her could not be attributed to the original shock of seeing him. It was an unbelievable event unto itself. Moreover, it was complete. There could be no question what he was to her. He might as well have knocked her over the head with a dinosaur bone and dragged her by the hair into his cave.

  His total mastery of her brought her to the realization that he’d not left her alone for a single second, until now. His walking out of the room without her was the scary thing. It felt worse than any punishment imaginable, almost unbearable. Where the hell had that come from? What was that? Oh, God in heaven, who was she?

  He’d turned her ass into a red, burning pain center. This man humiliated her by forcing that shattering orgasm while he spanked her ass. He’d known she’d come so hard that the huge dildo would be pushed out of her cunt as he enjoyed the show. Nonetheless, his walking out that door into the other room made Prin feel sick. She knew he hadn’t planned to be apart because he’d put the shirt on her. Prin was here alone because of her own actions.

  This deep hatred of being alone frightened her. His demanding domination released her nasty whore. His tender care earlier in the bathroom, and just before she made that challenge, showed her how much he wanted the whore. He valued her. His every demand went straight to her craving to revel in that whore. He saw her secret desires and met each one with more than she’d ever dreamed. Gave her fantasies she’d never allowed herself to have.

  She knew he wanted her with him every second of their time together. He truly wanted to share everything. The demanding, needy slut this mystifying stranger released in her could not face being without him. Yet, after that shattering spanking, he’d walked out the door without her. He let her feel this inexplicable sensation of abandonment. She realized this was the real punishment. This was the lesson. Don’t make me leave you. It also demonstrated his complete understanding of the relationship he’d created between them. There was nothing independent, mature or even logical in the slut he’d released.

  Leaning over the sink with her face shielded by dripping hair, her left hand reached out and groped for a towel. One plopped into her hand and she knew he was there. Relief overwhelmed her. Prin felt desperate and confused as she buried her face in the towel. These roller coaster emotions were ripping her apart, but jumping off the ride was too painful to contemplate. She stood there silently shaking. He allowed her to hide a little, to find her comfort zone in the unfamiliar situation they’d discovered.

  The emotional turmoil she felt was incomprehensible. How could he affect her on this level? What was happening to her that she “needed” him? No, no, no, no. She couldn’t afford to need. He could not be necessary to her soul. This was only one night of sex! That’s all!

  She stood there shuddering for a moment before she felt his arm lift under her knees. His other arm cuddled her close to his chest as he carried her out of the bathroom. She turned her towel-covered face into his chest and cried. His chin nuzzled the top of her head.

  In the sitting room, he sank with her into a deep, leather sofa. He arranged her legs carefully along the cushions, as he turned her into himself with her hip across his lap. The position ensured her bottom never touched anything. Her arms crept around this devastating stranger’s neck and she pressed herself into him tightly. His hands swept soothingly up and down her back, caressing her and pressing her into him gently with brief hugs.

  His loving hold cherished her. He’d come back for her and simply picked her up. Used his body to assure her that she wasn’t alone. The gentle cuddling said she’d never be lost in this new place. He’d taken her there, and would never be far away. Never leave her to fend for herself. The tears sliding down her face were the result of emotional overload. She wasn’t sobbing or wailing. Just sitting in his secure embrace and letting go.

  He dropped an occasional kiss on her bent neck. Gently he tugged the towel away from her to feel the tears against his skin. Those salty bits of her soul were precious to him. He could feel her groping emotionally in this new reality. He jealously hoarded each little piece of herself that she gave him. His big body shuddered while he held the one woman in the world who was meant for him.

  He knew they were at a turning point. This whole night was the biggest gamble of his life. It wasn’t like he’d planned what happened. He liked to have a plan. However, ten seconds after he came up with one, the little woman in his arms ripped it up and threw it out the window. She managed to do it every time. Then again, they’d gotten past all the garbage most people spent months uncovering. The relationship they created
together was as raw and basic as you could get. He knew he still needed her more than she needed him, but it was a start.

  When the tears subsided and she breathed easily again, he put a finger under her chin and turned her face up to his.

  “Feeling better, pet?” he asked quietly.

  She smiled weakly and nodded.

  “How about we talk freely for a while? I need to know what’s going on in that brain of yours.” He carefully studied her face as he asked.

  “All right.” Her voice was a bit scratchy. She leaned back to look at him and winced when she rolled her hip to sit on her bottom.

  A very masculine grin flashed across his face as his big hands whipped down to spread across both ass cheeks and gently adjust her back to her side. His hands remained there, petting her softly.

  “Not yet, baby. Give it a few moments,” he purred as he settled her against his chest. “I’ll get you a drink in just a minute. First, I want to hold you. Now, tell me about those tears.”

  Her face buried in his throat again, she sighed deeply. “It’s just so much. This isn’t what I expected,” she stated quietly.

  “Are you disappointed?” he inquired.

  “Overwhelmed…” There was a long pause. “Are you?” she asked. Prin felt him smile against her forehead.

  “No. I’m a lot of things, but disappointed isn’t one of them,” he assured her. “This isn’t what I expected either. I guess I don’t know what I really expected. You’re nothing like whatever that was.”

  They were quiet for a few minutes.

  “I…I don’t think I understand what’s happening,” Prin whispered into his neck.

  “What don’t you understand, Baby Girl?” The deep rumble of his voice was both soothing and wickedly sexy.

  “You. Me. This thing we’ve become together. It’s not right.”

  “Is it scaring you?” he asked.

  “Oh, God, yes,” Prin breathed. Her body shivered again as she acknowledged that.

  “Then let me hold you through the scary parts. I promise, I won’t let you go.” His lips brushed her forehead again.

  “You are the scary part. What you do to me is terrifying,” she admitted.

  “Come on,” he murmured. “We need to get some food and liquid into you while we talk.”

  Standing up with her cradled high against his chest, he carried her to where a supper cart had been wheeled onto the balcony.

  The spacious balcony seemed to be suspended over the river below. Tasteful shrubbery and careful architecture made it a private island sitting high in the starry sky. No other buildings were closer than across the wide expanse of water far below them. She supposed if you had a telescope, you could watch them out here. Other than that, they were alone in the balmy nighttime paradise. Discrete up-lights were dispersed in the private little jungle thriving out here. The diffused light was enough to see everything, but left them intimately immersed in the shadowy evening.

  Chapter Four

  She noticed there was only one chair. Her dark warrior sat down with Prin across his lap once more. Holding an arm around her, he proceeded to uncover the light supper he’d ordered and pour them a glass of wine. There was only one glass, one plate and one fork. He brought the glass to her lips and held it while she drank.

  It was still a bit uncomfortable to sit up like this and he smiled again when he noticed her shifting but made no comment.

  “Do you like melon?” he asked while spearing a piece with the fork. Prin really had no opportunity to answer as he popped it into her mouth, so she nodded.

  The rest of the meal went like that. He fed her, held her wine when she asked for it, then drank from the same spot her lips had touched. He ate a bit, but seemed more interested in tempting her to try just a bit of everything they had before them. The hand holding her to him never stopped caressing whatever he was touching. He often licked across her lips, lapping up whatever was left there, real or imagined, she suspected.

  He told her about himself and his best friend who were always in trouble. The best friend sounded suspiciously like goddamn Dave to her. She didn’t ask. After telling several stories, he asked her about her childhood. She told him some stories of her own and they laughed between the cuddling, petting and feeding.

  When she was done eating, Prin leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. It settled into a spot that seemed to be made for it.

  Their casual chatting brought the emotional intensity down to a manageable level. She knew he’d done it for her. He’d also kept her completely aware of him. The sting of her well-spanked bottom that rested on his thighs had kept her wet throughout the meal. He’d also told her personally embarrassing stories. Laughed at himself, and encouraged her to share more about herself without pressuring.

  Now his clever fingers flicked open the buttons of her shirt and slid inside to rest on her hip, his thumb stroking the soft skin. With both arms wrapped around her, he sat there holding her in silence. The rightness of this moment melted into their bones.

  Presently, he turned his face into her hair and asked quietly, “Who is the Dom in your dreams?”

  Startled, Prin looked up at him. He met her gaze calmly and waited.

  “What do you mean?” Prin nervously glanced away.

  “Question thirty-two, you answered with the statement. ‘I have a reoccurring dream that I must escape. He is a dark Dom whom I feel will not leave me until I have lived what he wants me to feel’,” he quoted to her. “Who is he?”

  Tension vibrated through her. He felt her tighten until she quivered like a strung bow under his hold. He soothed her with his hands, petting her hip and side. Earlier, she’d slipped one of her little hands inside his robe to absently stroke his chest. Now she withdrew it slowly. He considered that a bad sign. Still he waited patiently.

  Looking down, she whispered, “I don’t know.”

  “Tell me about the dreams, baby.”

  “I…I can’t,” she answered.

  “Are they sexual?” he pressed. She nodded.

  “Then you can tell me,” he reasoned. “We agreed that you are mine to command sexually until six a.m., and I’m instructing you to tell me about them.”

  Prin hesitantly searched his eyes as she bit her lip. Slender hands started to twist on her lap. One of his large hands covered hers to stop them as he looked steadily into her eyes.

  “I am waiting,” he murmured.

  She slid off his lap and he let her go. Pacing over to the balcony railing, she gripped it hard and started from the beginning.

  “It started about two years ago. I began to have vivid dreams where a somehow ominous man dominated me. He was demanding, strong and relentless.” She paused for a bit as he remained silent, willing her to continue.

  “He came to me as soon as I fell asleep. Sometimes it seemed that I entered the scene after it already started. Like walking through a door and seeing yourself there, but knowing your consciousness just arrived. I can’t turn around and leave again.” She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. He immediately went to her at the railing and folded her into his arms from behind. She leaned back on his broad chest and continued.

  “He is like no one I’ve ever experienced, read about or thought of. The things he does with me are new. Things my husband never wanted or talked about. How can I dream something I’ve never heard of?” His arms tightened around her and his head bowed down to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He surrounded her and she continued.

  “I started trying to avoid sleep, but no matter when I went to sleep, he was there. Then I tried sleeping pills, but I started to forget how many I’d taken. I’d wake up in middle of the night and take some more. They made me feel too groggy and hung-over. It seemed dangerous to continue that.”

  He breathed out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that, Baby Girl.”

  “He just kept coming for me,” Prin continued. “Making love to me so deeply that I’d wake up crying, in nee
d of a release that I never quite reached. Almost every night the experience repeated. I ached for him.” She paused in obvious confusion. “He felt so intensely alone. There was so much pain and I couldn’t understand what was wrong.” Looking up at him with troubled eyes, she turned in his arms to slip her hands up his chest to link them behind his neck.

  “When I stepped through the door tonight and saw you, it felt like you were him. Everything about the situation felt exactly like my dreams, but real. Like my one night of fun was something else entirely. As if you’d summoned me or something.”

  Holding her loosely, he studied her worried face. “Would it be so bad if I were that Dom, Baby Girl?”

  She gave a self-depreciating chuckle. “How weird is that? I mean, how could that be? It doesn’t make sense.”

  His severe features transformed as he smiled down at her. His silver-blue eyes twinkled and she caught her breath at the wickedly sexy bad boy he became.

  “Just looking at me tells you I’m a Native American. Don’t let the eyes fool you, sweetheart. They are the gift of a long-ago Scot who wouldn’t be told not to wear his plaid after Culloden. He ended up in buckskins with his wife’s people, but it was his choice. The blood in my veins runs thick with the, ‘evil and heathenistic practice’ that the ‘good Christian Faithful’ has tried to wipe out for almost a thousand years now. Those sacred stone circles can be found on this continent and in the highlands. Our ways include such things as ‘Dreams’. Through them, we reach out in ways you might not expect. The Five Civilized Nations aren’t as civilized as the general population likes to believe.”

  “But we’ve never met! I hadn’t even heard of you before I told Marisa about my dreams. How could you, ah, what did you call it?” Her face crinkled in question.