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  “Reach for you,” he supplied.

  “Yeah. ‘Reach for me’, if you didn’t know who I was?” Prin questioned, puzzled.

  “I still don’t know who you are, baby. But I’ve known what you are for the last two years. Mine.” His arms tightened around her. “Why is it so hard to believe that some spirits are meant to be together? That already knowing the path, my soul would seek my mate as it wandered in the ancient ways.”

  Her eyes regarded him seriously, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. The generations of good Christian upbringing stood firmly between her and even the desire to accept what he was saying.

  “Look, baby, it might be a strange concept for you,” he said softly. “I understand that. Just open your mind to the possibility. That’s all I ask. I know you’re not stupid. You’re aware that there are more things in this world than science can explain.”

  Prin nodded cautiously. He did make a good point, she mused. The compelling face and all that masculine confidence just oozing out of him made it hard to not automatically agree with him.

  “What’s happening between us is much more involved than just this one night. You know it is.” His deep voice rolled down her bones, convincing and sincere. “We come together as male and female on an elemental level. One I’ve never experienced with another. I believe it’s unique for you also. I also think you recognize it. Don’t you?”

  Prin hid her face in his chest again and nodded. One of his hands gently petted down her hair.

  “Don’t be afraid of it, Baby Girl,” he whispered into her hair. “We’re both in this together. What you do for me is scary as hell, you know. Just because I’ve got a clue why we are this way, doesn’t mean I was prepared for it. It came as a surprise to me, too. It was one of the biggest shocks of my life when you walked through the door.

  “So tell me why you told Marisa about the dreams? You obviously didn’t believe the man in them might be a real person.”

  Her dark stranger smiled at her again and Prin shifted uneasily. Being the focus of so much attention was drugging. It wasn’t casual or playful, it was concentrated domination in a way she’d never experienced before. Men had always been interested in her, but this dark warrior who looked at her with such intense eyes was more than that. She knew she’d answer almost any question he asked. Her complete inability to compartmentalize this night, this man scared her. Her desperate eagerness to please him overwhelmed her.

  “Well, Marisa had noticed what condition I’d gotten myself into and insisted on knowing what was going on,” Prin confessed.

  “What condition was that?” Frowning down at her, his concerned expression appeared disapproving to Prin. What little resistance she had left sat up and took offense. She almost hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop. Answering his questions was as much a compulsion as breathing.

  Huffing softly, Prin glanced away. “As I said, I tried to avoid him by not going to sleep. I was getting worn-out and tired-looking. My work was suffering. For a while there I didn’t eat much and lost a lot of weight. Marisa is a bit of bulldog, you know. When she wants to know something, she usually finds a way to get it out of you. I was just so tired and strung-out that I couldn’t fight her anymore. I told her everything one Sunday.”

  “Mmm, so she told Dave?” he questioned, trying to follow the train of events that brought her to him.

  “Yeah, I really didn’t expect him to…um…” She paused, and looked up into silver eyes as his lip quirked on one side. “Well, come up with a plan. He said that maybe one night of total submission would, um, oh…well, alter my subconscious brain enough to get rid of the dreams,” she finished lamely.

  That sinful smile widened as he bent down to rub his nose against hers playfully. “You came up with the plan, baby. I distinctly recall a long list of stipulations and conditions coming from somewhere.”

  Prin bit her lip and looked away again, blushing at his interpretation of her attempt to discourage him and her well-meaning friends.

  He leaned back and looked at her seriously to continue. “Do you really think one night will take care of it? I don’t think any Dom would release you so easily. Not even a dream Dom. I know I won’t.”

  Her eyes rounded and shot back to his as his words sank in. She blinked and glanced away from him nervously again. “We have an agreement,” Prin murmured quietly.

  “Yes.” The devil’s own deep voice slithered across her flesh as his hands glided down to her sensitive bottom and squeezed gently. The dull fire of his hands on her recently spanked posterior, and the increased bulge beneath his robe narrowed Prin’s focus effectively to her body and its needs. Her arousal spiked just that easily. His touch affected her wet core just as he meant it to.

  “We have an agreement for this one night. But at six a.m. tomorrow, I am released from most of it. What happens then is up to us,” he stated. His eyes took on a lazy slant as his hands massaged the globes of her bottom. He watched her grasp his intent. She didn’t draw back, but studied him pensively.

  “Free time is over, pet. The night won’t last forever and I am afraid we have some ground to cover.” He released her and stepped back.

  “Take off the shirt.” His voice dropped as his heavily muscled arms crossed over his chest.

  She dropped the shirt to the floor. Prin adjusted her stance to the required position and glanced nervously at the panoramic view below them. He interpreted her apprehension immediately. His low chuckle drifted out into the night.

  From somewhere behind the greenery, a low bench appeared and he placed it about a foot from the rail. His hand swept up indicating she should step up on it. Holding her hand to assist her up, he placed her facing the view.

  “Spread your legs, pet. If anyone is watching, we want them to have a good view, don’t we?” he teased knowingly. She widened her stance to the ends of the bench and felt her body blush with the rushing tingle of excitement. When did she become an exhibitionist? The possible humiliation was delicious. Who was this woman? she wondered.

  “Now grab the railing.” His deep voice seemed to resonate through her body as she obeyed.

  Again, she was bent at the waist and fully displayed to him. The bench elevated her private flesh to just the right height. Light that poured out from the room behind them showed him everything that glistened and quivered.

  “Damn, that is a picture,” he mused.

  His hand reached down and closed over a gently swaying breast. Blunt fingers pinched and twisted the engorged nipple absently as he contemplated her bent form. His slightly rough handling sent a decadent thrill through the submissive bitch he seemed able to summon up out of her at will. Her ass was still a bit pink from the spanking. Her plug and tail were lewdly prominent.

  “Look at you, pet. Your pink little ass plugged and turned up for the world to see.” His hand left her breast to slide around to the small of her back, pressing her down into a deeper arch. He used his foot on the bench to move it roughly closer to the railing, forcing her bottom to project over the back of the bench making her gasp. She desperately clutched the railing tighter for balance, while her breasts bounced. No other sound escaped her lips and he smiled. She was trying hard.

  He grasped the nasty little tail and slowly squeezed, watching the enticing rosebud of her ass widen marginally. The dildo steadily enlarged as he worked the bladder while she panted through the sharp burn. The plug expanded more than it had ever done before. Prin squirmed as he stoked the fire in her ass. This decadent display fed every wicked appetite in the nasty whore who loved humiliation mixed with sexual demands.

  A soft moan escaped her lips and her head dropped down between her arms. All thoughts of anyone possibly watching vanished. The monster in her ass grew to alarming proportions while her cunt clenched and wept in shameful excitement. All she could think about was her cunt and ass, and how he might use them. He’d never done one thing she expected. That knowledge left her suspended in anticipation, trepidation and uncontrollabl
e excitement.

  He dropped the little tail as the fingers of his other hand reached around in front of her. He spread the damp lips of her cunt from the front so his view of her exposed opening was unobstructed. As he held her open, the middle finger pressed firmly against her clit and started moving in small circles. Soon her hips began to rock in an enticing circular motion.

  “That’s it, pet. Move your little wet hole for me. Show it to me,” he crooned as her hips moved faster on his fingers and she whimpered.

  “Look at you drip for me, pet. Your slippery, naked hole is gaping open, begging to be admired. Look how swollen and flushed you are. I’ve never seen a cunt so needy.”

  He was driving her up again, but his fingers never dipped into her empty vagina. They circled then moved away, forcing her to follow those teasing movements. Compelling her to wiggle her cunt and ass up and down, swiveling and straining for his viewing pleasure. The tail hanging from her ass plug bounced drunkenly back and forth, slapping her inner thighs and reminding her rudely of his view. She knew it added to her pleasure with its dance between her legs. He was there, watching, seeing her jerk on his hand. Her body was willing to do anything, no matter how humiliating, to gain his attention.

  “Do you want a fucking, pet?” he asked quietly, his laser eyes never leaving her squirming pink flesh.

  She moaned and glanced back at him. He made no attempt to hide his enjoyment of her lewd little show.

  “Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

  “Then beg for it. Your bad behavior hasn’t been forgotten. Convince me you deserve my cock.” His eyes sliced to hers as his fingers pinched her clit and milked it up and down like a little penis. Her hips bounced helplessly, her cunt gushing cream.

  “Please, Sir. Please fuck my cunt, Sir. Please…” Her voice trailed off as his fingers stilled on her quivering flesh, then suddenly one thick digit from his other hand plunged into her.

  “Is this what you want, pet?” he asked sternly as that one finger pushed in and out of the sopping cunt he held open. The frustrating movement separated her clenching, weeping channel with a slow, maddening motion. It was nice, but not the eleven inches of massive, pounding ecstasy she wanted.

  “No…yes!! Please, Sir. More please!” She was panting heavily now, pumping back onto his finger frantically. Then a second finger sank into her.

  “Bend your knees, bitch!” he hissed. “That’s it. Fuck those fingers. Bounce on them, baby. Show me how much you want it.” His voice was low and guttural as he watched his fingers disappear into her grasping flesh. Her moans escalated with each phrase and he knew she was as consumed with the images as he.

  “Look at that greedy cunt slurp them up. You’re so hot inside there. You burn me. Feel how hot you are?” He hooked his fingers slightly and dragged out of her, scraping gently.

  Prin’s head lashed back and she screamed. He plunged three fingers into her with a pounding force. Her body strained back at him for more as he pounded his fist back into her swollen, soft cunt.

  Just as she was rising to the crest of release, he pulled his fingers out of her. She almost screamed in desperation as he left her gasping and trembling. It no longer mattered that her bottom pushed out and bounced in desperate hunger. Her head sank down between her outstretched arms again and she sobbed in gulps of air. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she froze in the obscene pose. Behind her, he vibrated with male domination.

  “What do you want, pet?” he purred, each hand gripped a thigh, his thumbs stroked up and down her outer cunt lips, gently holding them open while teasing with the soft touch.

  Her mind scrambled. He kept asking her that. Struggling up through the fog of intense sexual frustration she lifted her head and looked around at him. He watched her through narrow slits where his eyes should be.

  Oh, God! Nothing she’d said up to this point had been right. Each time he asked her what she wanted she’d demanded satisfaction. He gave her something, but never what she wanted. Her brain struggled with the certainty that she must get it right this time. She would die if he didn’t take her now.

  Gazing back at his thick, pulsing erection it came to her. He wanted exactly what she wanted. But she was never going to get it without complete submission to him. Demanding her satisfaction denied him as her Dom. It made him as much of a toy as any dildo. He would not allow her to escape him that way. His ability to provide her satisfaction came out of his total control. It was an element they both needed.

  He’d demonstrated over and over that he could give her what she needed. He would not let her lose the thrill his dominance gave her. He wouldn’t allow her to waste one moment of this experience by taking responsibility for it.

  Her head sank down between her arms again.

  “Your pleasure, Sir.” Her voice was muffled as she gazed down at the balcony floor below her. “Please, Sir, take your pleasure.”

  She heard the crinkle of a plastic wrapper as he quickly covered his cock with latex. His hands grabbed her hips firmly, and then red-hot steel plunged into her desperate cunt. The large bulb of his cock ripped into her narrow opening, its long, thick stock spread her mercilessly as he rammed in to the hilt with one powerful thrust. She screamed as the thick intruder slammed up into her.

  He didn’t stop. There was no time to adjust to his size. No chance to get used to the feel of that huge cock reaming into her narrow passage. His hips slapped her still sore bottom with each demanding thrust. His hands held her in place as he rode her hard. There was no room for her to move. No way to either meet his thrusts or get away from them. He was fucking her. She reveled in his domination as he forced her to take him as hard and deep as he wanted it, gorging her in the raw pleasure.

  Leaning over her, never breaking the power or rhythm, he growled in her ear. “Take it, bitch. Take that thing between your legs, hard and deep. Don’t you come until you’re told to.” His commentary continued as he panted between each word. “This is my cunt! My ass! My mouth! All my tight little fuck toys. You will never call them yours again. I will use them, fuck them and own them.

  “Do you understand me?”

  He suddenly stopped, pressed high and hard into her. Her head was thrashing back and forth, moaning with pleasure so long withheld that it was almost pain. She pressed back into him, shuddering in the fear that he meant to deny her again.

  His hands on her hips, he shook her impaled body. “Do you understand me?” he demanded harshly.

  Her head nodded.

  “Say it!” he growled, giving her another little shake.

  “Yours!” she cried out desperately. “Your fuck toy, your cunt, your ass, your mouth!” Prin knew she’d say anything right now, do anything and be anything he wanted. The knowledge burned down her belly to the fire pressed high and hard between her legs. Oh, God! It was so good! She needed this! That hot nightstick he wielded plowed into her deeper than anything she’d ever felt before. It stretched her over its hard width in such a way that her hipbones felt as if they were pushed wider.

  He slammed into her with even greater force. Bending from his knees with each up-thrust, his whole body powered that monster cock into her. Her ass bobbed up in the air with each driving shove as he lifted her off the bench.

  “Please, Sir. Please,” Prin begged. “Please let me come, Sir.”

  He grunted and responded by increasing the power of his thrusts.

  “No, my sweet bitch. Wait for it. Take it. Feel yourself stretched so tight around my cock. That’s a good little girl.” He continued pounding into her as he watched his dick disappear into her weeping hole.

  “Beg for my cum! Now! Let me hear you say the words.” His deep voice rumbled around in her dazed brain. Prin struggled to understand and do whatever it was he wanted. It was so hard to think.

  The beast fucking his bitch lashed out at the need to wait for satisfaction. But that’s what the man wanted from her. Not just her surrender, he needed her verbal acknowledgement of his mastery. She must admit to ne
eding this, wanting this above all things. Saying those words would sear it into her consciousness. She had to accept that he owned her responses, her body. He didn’t have the luxury of time to prove she was safe in his care. There was only tonight to show her, to somehow make her understand that her pleasure was the driving force behind every damn minute he spent with her.

  Her cunt was so tight, dripping with that silky essence, it nearly drove him mad. He held onto his control by a thread, as he slammed into her and begged her in his mind to surrender. If she would just accept him, he could give her the most shattering orgasm of her life. His balls were burning, drawn up tight beneath his cock that couldn’t stop jacking into her.

  With the last two functioning brain cells she could muster, she gave him everything. “Please, Sir! Come in your cunt. I beg you, Sir!” Biting back a scream, she knew she was about to lose all ability to control the firestorm rapidly rushing up on her.

  The relentless cock felt like it rammed up between her shoulder blades every time he entered. Her body shuddered convulsively with each pummeling thrust. Pleasure ripped her in white-hot flashes as he pulled out, and then slammed back up into her engorged flesh. He was driving her past all limits. Her unyielding warrior ruthlessly demanded her body’s response twist tighter and tighter as he pounded into it.

  “Good girl.” His praise was a snarl. “Now come on my cock,” he demanded in an almost unintelligible growl.

  Her body clenched. She screamed into the orgasm exploding through every cell in her body. Interior muscles clamped down on him like a vise grip, squeezing and releasing so hard, he started swearing in a continual stream as he powered through her climax. The incessant fucking caused her release to roll into itself and rush right back up, overwhelming her.

  Muscles she never knew could ignite flamed into life with the inferno shooting up from her crotch. Sensations so pure that pleasure and pain combined into something new, something that devoured reality and her with it. His seemingly effortless ability to focus every bit of her attention on those erogenous zones he manipulated magnified each sensation. It forced her to feel every reaction fully. He would allow no other input to distract her. Even the most obscure nuance of this brain-frying orgasm registered with her. Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Her body became a spinning, reeling receptacle of intense ecstasy. Her only reality was the flaming branding iron that would not let her stop climaxing. The orgasm flashed her entire form into such a high state of sensitivity that the night air seemed to caress her with a thousand fiery fingers. It was too much, and she went limp.