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“You please me greatly, slave.” As he spoke, he retrieved a vibrator he’d brought from his bag of tricks. Pushing it firmly into her dripping pussy, he savored her moans of pleasure.
“More,” she cried, a mantra Ross was secretly coming to love as much as he loved her.
“No, slave,” he said harshly. “It is I who commands you.” Removing the small vibrator now covered with her body’s juices, he slowly slipped it into her anus. When it was fully inserted, he turned it on low, listening to her cries of delight.
“You will not come until I say. If you disobey me in this, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” she whimpered.
He watched her bite back a scream as he pulled a chair over and sat behind her, watching as she writhed helplessly, attempting to rub herself against the table.
“Please,” she whispered, when he refused to move.
“Not yet. You must learn your place, slave. You belong to me.” Reaching forward, he turned up the power on the vibrator and she began to tremble with the onslaught of an orgasm.
“If you come without permission, I will beat you.”
Leaning back, he watched her desperate attempts to still the tremors in her body. Taking deep breaths, she seemed to be struggling against the oncoming climax. Once more, he increased the speed of the vibrator and she fought back a scream.
Sensing her distress, as well as his own overwhelming desire, he rose slowly. She whimpered as he approached the table.
“Good slave,” he whispered. “You’ve done well.”
Slowly, he pushed his hard erection into her mouth, savoring the tightness of her lips as she drank greedily at his cock. Forcing himself to set a slow, steady pace, Ross continued to thrust as Julia’s sobbing pleas teased his sensitive flesh. Sensing she couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, demanding, “Now, slave, come.”
The convulsions of her climax spurred him to further action as he removed the vibrator from her ass and pressed his cock in her wet pussy. His thrusts became faster and harder, each one moving the table across the room until it hit the kitchen cabinets, finally holding her still for his relentless assault.
No sooner did her orgasm end before another began. He counted five before he felt his own climax erupting inside her, powerful jets of seed filling her womb. His cries mingled with hers, his sweat pouring down onto her damp body.
For several long moments neither of them moved, and Ross suspected Julia had actually lost consciousness for a few seconds.
When he finally felt the strength returning to his limbs, he untied her arms and legs, helping her to the bed, where he massaged the tension of her bondage away.
She was nearly asleep when she mumbled something. Something that sounded very much to Ross like, “I love you, master.”
Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Ross lightly kissed her sleeping face before whispering his reply, well aware she wouldn’t remember her words or his when she awoke. “I love you too, Brown Eyes.”
Chapter Eight
The next few days passed in a timeless sort of quality—Ross and Julia’s newfound relationship thriving in a magical world of undeniable lust and exciting fantasies. Although neither of them had truly spoken the words aloud, Ross couldn’t help but hope his love-scarred beauty was coming around.
Each day they awoke to make love, followed by food, some light activity—usually him chopping wood and shoveling snow while she wrote—then more food and more sex. Although it hadn’t snowed again, the blizzard had dropped at least a foot and a half of snow on the ground, leaving them completely stranded. Not that he was in a hurry to return to the real world.
Neither of them mentioned what would happen when they made their way back to New York. Ross attempted to bring up the subject a few times, but each time, Julia managed to change the topic.
Unwilling to risk the rapport they’d built over the past week, Ross finally let the subject drop for good. His intentions toward her had not changed, but instead they had solidified to such a point that he felt certain he would not rest until he convinced her to marry him.
During the hours they spent out of bed, they talked about their lives, more deeply than they had in all their years as just friends. Ross told her about his childhood, growing up with four younger siblings and two very loving parents. Julia marveled that she’d never met any of Ross’s family and he even surprised her by inviting her to a family reunion planned over Easter break.
Julia told him about her parents for the first time, even talking about the night they’d died. She’d never shared her thoughts, fears and feelings of that painful night with anyone and Ross held her as she cried, her emotions raw from the intensity of her revelations.
As they cuddled in front of the fire, Ross asked, “What’s your ultimate sexual fantasy?”
Despite all they had shared together, Julia was still a bit shy regarding her sexuality and desires and Ross hoped to break her of that completely before they left the cabin. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough with him that she could share her innermost thoughts and hopes without trepidation or fear.
“Fantasy? I don’t know,” she answered after a few moments, although Ross could see she clearly did know.
“Tell me,” he prodded. “Everyone has some deep, dark fantasy. Lord knows I’ve tried most of mine with you in the past week. What’s yours?”
