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what?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Chloe cupped his balls and leaned down to breath against him there, pressing light kisses to him, squeezing his thighs, and learning what made him respond to her.

"Do you want me to fuck you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy, my submissive slut."

She pressed a tiny kiss to the head of his cock, and with unbearably light strokes, she raked fingertips up his hard length. "Do you want to fuck my face?"

Luke was writhing, and losing his mind. He'd never wanted anything more in his life. "Yes, Mistress!"

"In good time, my wanton slut."

"Now please, Mistress!"

"You're not hard enough yet."

"I'm harder than I've ever been!"

"And that is an excellent start, but you will surrender your soul to me, before I'm through."

She fisted his iron need, stroking slowly while he bucked, with his body begging her, and she licked her lips hungrily.

Chloe reached for the ostrich feather and dragged it over his belly, and then cropped him lightly between his legs, asking, "What do you want, slave?"

Luke fought the restraints, wanting to assume dominance, and she straddled his face, reverse cowgirl. "Tell Mistress what you want, slave."

"Fuck me, Mistress, please!"

"Yes, I know that's what you want, but you have to show me how much you want me," she whispered, reaching for the candle on the dresser.

She dripped the wax down his rampant shaft and followed it, massaging oil into him, marveling that it took more than one hand to circle his cock.

Luke was delirious, twisting and arching his spine, whispering, "I need you!"

"And I will give you what you need, sweet slave, in time. Mistress isn't through torturing you yet."

He groaned beneath her and she pressed her bald pussy to his lips, laid across him, and took the head of his cock between her lips.

He thrusted wildly, pushing his length into her mouth, and she sucked him into her recesses as far as she could take him. Chloe fisted his girth hard, trapping him there, and forcing him to withdraw from her sucking lips, and then her hand, tormenting him in ways he'd never dreamed possible.

Luke slid his tongue through her molten slit, tonguing her clitoris lightly, and panting hard against her. She was already squirming, aching to drive him into her volatile center.

Finally, she moved to straddle his torso, dragging his erection through her fiery wetness, tormenting him, and she asked him, "Are you going to obey me?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Promise?"

"I promise!, Mistress!"

"Okay then, I'm going to ride you, and you are not to orgasm until I give you permission."

"No! You can't be serious!"

She set her jaw, saying, "I am absolutely serious." Chloe slammed her cunt down, sheathing him in tumultuous heat, and he fought, holding his breath.

Chloe pulled back, taking in his contorted features, thrilled that he was trying earnestly, and she rode him hard and fast, thrilled at how the girth of him forced her open wider than she'd thought was possible. She pulled back once more, pausing just long enough to break him, "demanding, "Now!" And she slammed down, squirming against him, until he throbbed hard against the volcanic depth of her, while she climaxed on his cock, with her longing finally sated.

She curled against him, laid her head on his chest, and rested. Luke fought to get his breath, realizing that he had seemingly created a beautiful monster.

He whispered, "Release me, please. I need to hold you."

She released him and returned to lay against him, winding arms and legs around him, and he said, "Remind me never to challenge you unless I'm prepared for the fight of my life."

Chloe fell asleep laughing softly.

She opened her eyes into Monday morning, wishing she had accepted his offer to rest last night. Aaron sat up looking at the room, with sex toys strewn about, candles fully melted , and the bed destroyed, saying, "Well, at least, fun was had by all."

"Indeed," she smiled up at him.

"No more delays, my love. Let's go get the necessities you need, and we can replace anything you don't mind leaving behind."

"Okay. I want my clothes, and my books, and one memento from my jewelry box. There's a cross my brother gave me. That is irreplaceable."

"Absolutely, let's go." Aaron assured her.

They dressed hurriedly, and he strapped on a revolver, saying "Ready to rock."

They drove past the house slowly, making sure it was safe to enter. It looked empty, and it appeared that Alexander had gone to work. Chloe heaved a sigh of relief. She'd held her breath the entire drive.

They entered and she packed hurriedly. Aaron gathered everything she needed into a pile, and threw everything into boxes and bags.

Several hours later, they loaded the truck, and prepared to go get lunch, but Chloe forgot her cross.

"Wait, I'll just be a minute." She ran back into the house and up the stairs.

Alexander tackled her to the ground, snarling, "You're not going anywhere, bitch!" He lifted her by the hair and threw her down on the bed.

She looked up, winded, to see that he had a switchblade. He held it to her throat, demanding, "Don't struggle. I'll kill you as sure as I'm standing here," and he bound her wrists.

Chloe opened her mouth to scream, and he slapped her across the face hard, and landed a punch, backhanding her. She wept, horrified, asking, "Where were you hiding?"

"In the back," he spat. "You didn't check the back door lock, cunt!"

She held her cheek, sobbing as a purple welt formed.

Alexander handed her his phone. "You're going to call your boyfriend and tell him you've changed your mind."

She shook her head. "No," she stated flatly.

"Do it!"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll kill you." His words were delirious, cold, and cutting.

"Then you will have to kill me."

He took a step and Aaron appeared in the door frame, issuing, "Take one more step towards my future wife and I'll waste you." Alexander was in his sites and he gripped the weapon with an iron fist.

Alexander froze.

Aaron kept his voice as calm as possible, issuing instructions. "Chloe, I want you to stand behind me. Take the phone from my pocket and call the police."

"Okay."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, it's just a bruise."

"I'd love to waste him right here, but that would mess up all our plans," he ground out.

The police arrived and took Alexander into custody.

Chloe was shaking violently and he knew she was in shock. Aaron took her to the hospital.

With a tranquilizer, six stitches, and a bandage on her cheek, he kissed her gently, and took her home. Aaron tucked her into bed and let her rest.

He went about unpacking, and took some time to swim laps, blowing off steam. Later he rested on the couch, reading one of her novels. He turned page after page, thinking, she has some spectacular fantasies, and I hope to be the lucky recipient of each one.

He dozed for a short time and woke to the sound of Chloe's terrified screams. He grabbed his revolver and took the stairs two at a time. Aaron pushed the door open and she was sobbing into a pillow.

He scooped her into his embrace, cradling her and whispering, "Shhh! You're okay. I'm here"

She sobbed into his chest, and he comforted her, crushing her to him. "I'm right here. I won't let go. Shhh."

Finally, her sobs subsided, and he combed his fingers through her hair, whispering, "It's just a dream, baby girl. It's over now. He can't hurt you ever again."

He carried her to the couch and began to put her down. She clutched his neck, begging him, "Don't let go!"

He sat with her in his lap for hours, affording her badly needed stability, and waited while she gathered her wits about her.

"Are you hungry, love? Let's have a bite to eat and relax in the pool tonight."

She nodded her agreement, and Aaron retrieved the skimpy swimsuits he'd purchased, saying, "I want you to wear the one that zips up."

Chloe smiled softly and laughed, "You just want a repeat performance."

"Damn straight I do, but I will wait until you're stronger," he growled, and squeezed her to him.

Chloe winked at him. "We shall see how strong I am." She retreated to the bedroom to change. Luke placed candles around the pool and killed the lights.

She reemerged in a red sequin bikini, which zipped up at each side, and between her voluptuous breasts. Luke crushed her body to him, saying, "That bikini is devastating. I may have to have my way with you afterall."

Chloe smiled wickedly, and said, "Then I have only one question for you."

"Yes?"

"Do you commit your soul to me, slave?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, Mistress!"

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