Part 1
The moment my eyes locked onto his across the meeting I knew that he was going to be trouble. Little did I know how much trouble that would actually turn out to be for me personally. I would like to say that had I known then what I know now that I would have turned away and never looked in that direction ever again, trouble is, even with now knowing how this would eventually end, I still seriously do not know if I would have been strong enough against his charms to look away. Growing up as I did as an only child in a little “don’t blink or you will miss it” town in Blue Mountain, Mississippi, the wildest thing ever done in the town’s history was done by none other than yours truly when I moved thousands of miles away to work in a bar (insert small town outraged gasp here). As valedictorian of the local private Christian liberal arts college, I shocked the whole town by walking off of the stage with my diploma and only stopping long enough on the way out of town to go home, throw together a bag and catch my flight to the big bad city of New Orleans, Louisiana. Needless to say, I rocked the whole town's foundation by not doing what was expected and put my diploma on a nice shelf somewhere I could show my future kids while I hunted down a nice husband who would buy me a house I could take care of and count down the minutes left of my life. Now, this may sound a little bitter, but considering this was literally said to me by my mother that morning at my college graduation breakfast, I had no doubts of what they really thought I was qualified to do for a living. My best friend since birth was kind enough to let me know that 10 minutes after I left the town “See ya real soon!” sign behind there were whispers flying all over town. There were whispers of drug use, whispers of needing to go away before I started showing, hell there was even the preacher’s wife making insinuations that I had left to prevent having to “come out” to my friends and family. I have to admit, that one actually hurt a little. But then, did I mention yet that the preacher’s wife was also my own mother? Yeah, real fucking nice huh! I was Called a lesbo by my own mother, but of course not to my own face. But, that’s a whole other ball of wax to be lamented about on another day. The all-powerful and sainted Mary-Katherine could not stop running her mouth of gossip even for the sake of her own flesh and blood. Oh well, I had bigger problems than her after the moment I first met Lucius Ledoux. I remember that night like it was yesterday. All of us waitresses at Finn McCool’s Irish Pub were all gathered around the bar early Friday before the rush to meet the new bartender they would be breaking in that night. As the jokes went snickering around through the girls about what the bartender might look like and hopes that he knew what the hell he was doing behind the stick so our tips did not suffer I laughed, smiled and agreed where needed to get by so I could get my shift over with and go home to bed. As Clive our fearless leader and night manager called for everyone’s attention, the girls broke up their gossip pack and I turned towards the bar. Imagine my surprise when I looked into the greenest eyes I have ever seen. They literally looked like they could see right through my big city façade and straight into the small town preacher’s daughter I really was inside. I knew, I just fucking knew right then that he was going to be nothing but trouble. I guess it was just too bad that I kind of liked that about him. As a PK (better known as a Preacher’s Kid), I was always held to a higher standard than other kids my age by all of the adults in town. I was ok with this at first. I was all like “Wow I must be special, so, so what if I have to study harder. I’m special, so who cares if my curfew is earlier, I needed to study anyways didn’t I? Then I started getting older. I started getting interested in boys and their higher standard started to chafe. To look into those eyes and see want, desire directed only at me when I just knew I was looking at nothing but trouble sounded good to me. Maybe I can finally let my hair down and fly. Maybe I really can take a walk on the real wild side. Jesus, I was fucking naive! So anyways, here I am, lost in a mesmerizing sea of green across the bar and the night boss is running his mouth about gorgeous bad boy over there. Though of course, I was only getting tidbits of information that I deemed interesting like “Lucius Ledoux, transferred in from another club, 10 years’ experience in bartending (Geez, guess he’s older than I thought), and the juiciest info I caught was when one of the smuttier girls asked him if he was single. Without breaking our staring contest we seemed to have to go to the bar he answered her with a simple “no”. Lord help me stay far away from Mr. Hot Temptation here! Oh who the hell am I kidding, Lord sends Mr. Tall, dark and oh so gorgeous my way on a silver platter, please! I was so caught up in the moment that it actually took one of the waitresses snapping her fingers in front of my face to break me from the spell his eyes had seemed to cast over me. Laughing it off as being in the zone we headed to our area where we leave our personal shit during our shifts to drop my purse and start stocking my necessities in my apron. So there I am standing in this cramped little area just me and my six closest friends (in case you missed it I am being snarky) when all of the sudden the hair on the back of my neck stands up on the back of my neck and I know I just fucking know that he was there staring at me again. Trying my best to nonchalantly look up without him knowing how gone over him I already am he hands me a pen that I must have dropped out at the bar. As I thank him he gives me a smile that makes me want to think of all sorts of things to get him to smile for as he adds in a complete panty-dropping Creole-accented deep voice that I am welcome to and that he hopes I have a good night. Well duh! I am going to now right! I just smile back and jump as Clive the night boss walks by and slaps me on the ass. “Get your ass moving Irish.” Is all the reminder of the start of the shift I get, so I give Mr. Hottie Leduix a weak smile and head off towards my Friday night shift. The rest of the night I get my drink orders filled first, he made sure I had iced down water bottles ready for me at every break, and always had a smile, kind word, or even a hot look for me. I could not believe all the special attention I was getting. I mean sure, I am not naive, at 5 foot 3 inches tall, 94 pounds, hazel eyes red hair and what has been described as “a body that does not quit” I am used to male attention, but this seemed different almost more personal and intimate and I loved it. When the shift was over, and all of us are girls were either dividing up our tip money or doing side work I laid my head back in the chair and put my feet up. All I wanted was some good old fashioned sleep. As the bartenders started carrying over our “last drink of the night” drinks I felt literally felt him come to stand by me. When I heard that glass being sat on the table, I opened my eyes right into his. As I slowly move back into a sitting up position I realized that my normal Guinness had been replaced by a funky red drink in a highball glass. As I looked at Lucius with what must have been a funny look he kind of smiled but brought the glass even closer to me on the table. “An old family secret to help you relax.” Was all he said well hell, after being on mine been in heels so high I can still feel my feet screaming all I could think was hell, who didn’t want to relax, and drank. As was the Friday night routine we finished our drinks and close of shift work and headed towards a real hole in the wall all night diner for breakfast. Part way through my ham and eggs I started to really feel tired so I said my goodbyes and headed home to my one room efficiency. After climbing up the four flights of stairs I finally found myself home way past ready for bed. Stripping my clothes off as I walked through the apartment I was naked by the time I pulled the lever for the Murphy’s bed. A quick pull down of the sheets and I was out. It started out as just a feeling of being watched and quickly grew into me feeling hot and bothered. I wanted him. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to me. With a low roll of my hips, I started moving to the provocative music that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. He was sitting on an empty stage n a wooden chair waiting for me. As I slowly made my way closer I ran my hands up and down myself feeling the heated touch against my skin and wanting it to be his. When I made it over to him I sat on his lap and brought his hands up to cover my breasts as I rubbed myself against his hard dick. I couldn’t get enough it seemed. He leaned me back enough to reach my nipple with his mouth and bit down. I went wild. Rubbed myself against him, brought my hands up to my own breasts to tug at my nipples and cried out in frustration when he took my hands and pinned them so I could no longer touch myself. He pushed me back on his lap where I was still on his lap, but could no longer rock my wet core onto him. I started to cry out in frustration when he simply laid a single finger across my lips. He kept one hand behind my back while bringing my left hand back around and down to where I was able to touch my most intimate place with my own fingertips. Releasing a rush of breath from the slight feel of my own hand brushing up against my core I felt on top of the world. Involuntarily my hips rocked up to my fingertips. I just felt so good. I had to do it again and again until I was sitting there on his lap finger fucking myself with one hand while he kept my other hand tied behind my back. When he kept me firmly in place with one arm around my waist and used his mouth to nip, suck and bite at my breasts I couldn’t stop the orgasm the hit me like a freight train. With a whispered “Mine” still echoing in my head, I woke up in my apartment several hours later feeling spent with one hand on my breast and the other between my legs. Even as I knew I was alone couldn’t help the feeling as though his eyes were somehow on mine. In a defiant move, I brought the sheet back around my heated body and went back to sleep. Saturday night at Finn McCool’s was just as busy as the Friday night none of us had thought we would be able to make it through the night before. A little shook from the dream I had had that morning and a whole lot embarrassed I chose to use to use heather’s end of the bar all night to put in my drink orders instead of the closer end of my station in attempts to stay away from Lucius and it worked too. Well, that’s to say that it worked during my shift. The end of night routine had me held trapped at a table with everyone where he yet again sat down the red drink and stood looming over me until I finally looked up into eyes that showed concern, confusion, hurt and a bit of anger. For a minute, I thought the world had stopped. Then I realized it wasn’t the world, just everything important in my world. Everyone around us had stopped talking and was just staring at us staring at each other. When he asked to speak to me in private for a minute I never gave refusing him a single thought. I just scooted my chair back and put my hand in his and walked outside with him. When to be brought our joined hands up to his lips I closed my eyes at the intimacy of the simple gesture and he slid his hand under my chin to bring my attention back to his face. It was then he asked why I was angry with him. Why I had ignored him all night. Was there something he could say or do to fix whatever was wrong and I realized that I was taking out my anger towards myself out on him and finally smiled at him. As I assured him that everything was fine, that I was just tired, out of sorts and that I was sorry if I took my bad mood out on him he bent down to me and we finally shared our very first kiss. When I finally felt like I could remember my name he asked me out. Refusal never entered my mind at the thought of spending more time up close and personal with Lucius. Once we hammered out the details of our first date considering the complicated schedules we had at the bar and everything else he then led me back inside the bar to sit back down at my spot at the table. When he just grabbed an empty chair on the other side and sat it closer to mine and sat everyone just went back to talking and pretending not to be watching us at the new development. With a nudge from his hand, my drink was picked up by me and drank deeply. With a nod of approval, he turned back to the group and began to engage in the conversation at hand. That night the sex dream was so realistic I woke in the morning actually sore from the enthusiastic positions and the almost desperate feel of his need to have me over and over. I knew standing in the shower the next morning that I would do whatever he wanted, whatever he said if he could really bring that sort of complete satisfaction to my body. The only thing that was weird to me have yet again I heard the same music as the first dream, but thinking back on it now it seemed more of some sort of chant than an actual song. Who knows, all I knew was I felt great. On the night of our date, we were both as excited about finally being able to pull off having a night to spend time together as we were about finally having a night off period. He made a cute joke at us going out to dinner to a place in the French Quarter known as The Alibi Bar. He called it our own little busman’s holiday with a vodka twist. I was so gone over him at this point I would have agreed to a date anywhere at all. The lady came to bring us to a nice corner area when he asked for one a little more in the center, but still with plenty of seclusions to keep it in the romantic column for our first date. The waitress came over to take our drink orders and seemed surprised to see Lucius. When it became apparent that they knew each other I just sat quietly staring at him. He introduced me as a friend to her, and her as a church member to me. When I looked to her to give a greeting, she only looked at him and made a statement in Creole of “W ap few yon ere danjere.” He stared a hole through her and shook his head. She turned and walked away. He never told me what she said, and I never asked, I guess I didn’t want anything to spoil our night. I wish I had asked. I wish she had told me. So many wishes and nary a one came true. Who knew that she had said, “You are making a dangerous mistake.” As we sat at the table to catch our breaths from dancing and get something to drink to help cool us down instead of sitting across from me like he had done all night he came to sit beside me on the bench seat facing the dance floor. Placing one hand on my knee he took the other hand to bring my face to his for a bone-melting kiss. Then he took his tongue and traced my lips with it. I felt like one big puddle of goo that would never have a recognizable shape ever again. I had to break away from him to catch my breath which allowed him to reach behind me to get a drink. When I leaned my head back on his arm and closed my eyes he bent to kiss me again, but this time, he pushed in the familiar tasting liquid which I swallowed in a reflex. When we released each other from the kiss I was so out of breath it took me another minute to be able to talk. When I could I questioned him on how he had managed to get his own drink into the club. He just laughed and said “Magic” and gave me another drink of the juice. By the time, we had emptied the glass we were all over each other. It wasn’t until he lifted the front of my skirt enough so my panties were visible to the dance floor and slid his fingers inside that I realized I had no plans to stop him. I left out a gasp of pleasure and surprise at the same time be brought his other hand around me to lift me onto his lap. There we were, in plain sight of everyone and anyone and he was massaging one breast with one hand and finger fucking me with the other hand in a similar situation from my dream. I won’t deny it, that made it even hotter in my opinion. We had caught a few people’s attention on the dance floor and watching them watching us was driving me insane. I just kept feeling more and more out of control. I wanted to feel him on me, in me, all around me. It almost felt like a drumbeat with the same words over and over in my head. By the time, he flipped me around to where I was straddling him and stood up with me wrapped around him in every way possible. I was ready to rip his clothes off, hell I would have ripped off my clothes just to have him touching my skin and have him around me inside and out. I knew I was way over my head. I even to a point knew there was something wrong with this level of need, but honestly, I didn’t give a fuck. The whole way to my place in the car the only thing that kept my hands off of him was a sense of self-preservation. I was afraid if I did half of the things I wanted to do with him right now we would crash and then ii would never be able to have sex with him. That wasn’t a risk I was prepared to take, not even for a few cheap thrills of giving him road head or making him finger fuck me I the car while he drove. God, I wanted him to hurry. I needed him to fucking hurry. When he swung into the parking lot of my building we barely closed the doors to the vehicle before he was slamming me up against my car and ripping my underwear from me. Without a single thought to the fact that we were very much in public, he bent me over the hood and fucked me against it until we came together in a long drawn out groan. He didn’t even do up his pants but just grabbed me from the car and carried me u the four flights of stairs like I was weightless and even slipped back into me and started slow strokes in and out as I fumbled with the door locks. As soon as the door was open he just barely bothered to kick the door shut before he slammed me up against the wall and drove into me like the demons of hell were chasing him and he might not get to finish if he didn’t hurry. It was all heat, all speed, all strength and all animalistic. I fucking loved it! I knew that I would carry his marks for days and all that did was made me cum again. When we finally slid down the wall to the floor spent my head was one big mess of what that was and just how soon we can do it again. Now don’t get me wrong, this was great, but this wasn’t me. I guess some of the doubts was starting to show through because e abruptly jumped up with me still holding on to him and went over to sit me down. After he gave me one more lingering kiss he suggested I might want to use the restroom to clean u a bit. The thought of a moment alone to settle myself sounded great (not to mention that I did seriously need to clean up) so I gave him a small smile and headed to the only privacy my flat afforded me – the bathroom. By the time I came out I had my shit together and was feeling much more in control. Imagine my surprise when I came out to candles set up not in their usual spot, but around the Murphy’s bed, he had pulled down out of the wall. He had the big overhead light off so there was only the glow of the lit candles and stood by the bed with a drink in his hand wearing a facial expression I couldn’t read. He told me not to kick him out without letting him explain first. He went on to tell me that he could see the tension dripping off of me and so he made me one of his tension drinks, lit the candles he found around the flat and wanted to give me a massage. If I wanted him to go he completely understood and would have no hard feelings. He knew that we were moving fast and that it could make me feel overwhelmed and since that wasn’t his intention he would take his cues from me. I mean awwww, right! So honestly I did the only thing I felt I could do in this situation. I took the drink from his hand and downed it without breaking eye contact, and then jumped him. Yet again I felt like a complete stranger within my own body. I could feel my hands moving over him hard and hungry. I could hear myself begging him to fuck me harder, deeper, to make me cum. I begged him to restrain me, to spank me and I wanted him to brand me. I wanted the world to look at me and know that I was his and his alone. He was my lover, my soul, my master, and I would give him anything he asked without question. When he took a pillow and placed it under me to lift my bottom up some and brought his mouth even with my core I thought I would die. For a minute, he just sat there blowing his breath in and out letting me feel him so close by so very far away. He then took his nose and ran it along my slit, taking a deep inhale in of my personal scent. I was shocked, appalled and oh my god so very turned on. But when he speared into me with his tongue and fucked me with his tongue over and over again until I thought I would explode just to have him suddenly stop and bite down hard on my clit I thought I would never stop cumming. He just flattened his tongue and lapped up my juices like a cat with a bowl of cream. I was still heaving in breaths like a marathon running when he came up and straddled my face. Shoving his hard dick into my mouth so far I started to choke he backed up just enough for me to settle back down and then face fucked me until he was shooting his release down my throat. I should have felt used. I should have thrown him out; instead, I just couldn’t get enough. I pushed him back on the bed, straddled him and slammed myself so deep inside of me that I knew that I would feel it for days/ that very thought made me feel ecstatic. I was his and whether he knew it or not, liked it or not, he would be mine. Morning came to me in bright lights through the windows and a fuzzy headed feeling throughout my entire body. I gingerly sat up waiting for my head to split off from my body and roll across the floor. The weird thing was, as I was trying to remember just how much I had had to drink the night before I realize that it really wasn’t that much. I have even drunk more in a single night and not felt like this the next day. There was no way I had drank enough during our date to have this level of hangover. As the night starts to slowly come back to me I cannot help but to remember all of the things I left Lucius to do to me, all of the things I did to him and holy hell the things I begged him for. I’m sure if anyone had been standing too close to me at that moment in time the heat from my face would have given you sunburn. I was so completely embarrassed at my behavior. I may not be the goody goody my family wanted and expected me to be as the only child of a small town preacher, but I had lines I didn’t cross I had limits that I never budged and not only did I do both of those last night I knew at that moment that should ask me I would totally do it all again. This was not me. This was not how I acted. I needed help some perspective and there was only one person in this world I trusted to give it to me and give it to me straight. I called my best friend back home. Never in my life have I ever asked her a question, an opinion, or for advice and not gotten the straight up gospel as known from Jennifer. Jennifer listened quietly as I spilled out my guts of everything that had been going on for the last while since I first laid eyes on Lucius. When I couldn’t think of anything else she didn’t already knew I finally took a deep breath and said that was all I had to say. When she didn’t immediately answer me I was worried that I had either dropped the call or finally disgusted my best friend enough y my behavior that she hung up never to be spoken to again. Either way, I started to cry. When she spoke up and told me that crying may make me feel better, but would give me wrinkles I heaved out a huge sigh of relief. Then she began to question me. Who else did he flirt with at the bar – no one. Who else does he fix that drink for – no one? Who else from work does he hang out with – no one. Every time I have acted out of character have I drunk the drink he makes me – yes. For over an hour she hammered me with one question after another until I felt like I was under the hot lights of a police interrogation room. At the end, she gave me what I considered sound advice – stay away from him for a few days. If my head clears and things seem to be normal again but I didn’t feel I could give the man up – stay the hell away from that drink. Deciding that I couldn’t get better advice on how to deal with my troubles if I paid for it, I decided to do something about my situation. I called my boss to beg for some time off and went home. My parents met me at the airport with polite smiles and chit chat you would expect out of strangers. I couldn’t believe that after being gone over a year the most my loving parents had to say to me was talk about the Miller’s dog coming over and trampling mom’s roses and peeing on my dad’s Wall Street Journal. Wow, sure am glad I came home. Dinner was as uneventful as always. We sat, dad said grace, we ate and the most exciting thing was when dad dropped gravy on the tablecloth and my mom gave him grief and went on a twenty-minute lecture about how hard gravy is to get out of old Irish lace. As soon as I was excused I was on the phone and out the door to Jennifer’s house. It was like getting the first breath of fresh air since being put on a ventilator that forced air in and out of your lungs. We went down to the diner to meet up with some of my friends and had a lot of fun catching up with who had gotten married, who was having a baby, who came to church smelling like liquor, you know, the usual small town gossip. Knowing how my parents are though and not wanting anything to spoil the limited time I had planned to be home with my family again I was home before midnight. I went up, took a shower so no one could complain I took all the hot water in the morning and came down to say goodnight to my father who was up late working on his sermon for the next day. The pull to call Lucius was strong; very strong so I did myself a favor and packed me a cell phone in my suitcase on vibrate. Knowing that after working in a bar for over a year there was no way in hell I was going to bed this early I grabbed the only book my parents left in my room (the Bible of course) and fell asleep shortly thereafter. I had only been home one whole day and I already felt more like myself than I have in weeks. The next morning came bright and early when my mother came into my room to wake me up and remind me that in this house everyone went to church on Sunday morning. She said it in such a shitty tone that I felt disinclined to explain to her that I went to church every Sunday morning and just nodded to get her to leave. Opening my closet to take out one of the dresses my mother had bought and deemed appropriate for the family of the town’s preacher I couldn’t help but feel I was putting on a costume. For the first time since coming back, I was truly uncomfortable in my own skin and wanted to go running back to Lucius. So what if I felt things I had never felt before…maybe it was love. So what if he makes me feel things I wasn’t entirely comfortable with…he worshiped me. He never asked me to be anyone or anything I wasn’t. I had freely behaved with him in those manners that ok yeah I wasn’t especially comfortable with in the light of day, but man oh man was I ok with it at the moment. Determined to get downstairs before my mother felt obligated to come back upstairs and give me a lecture on how important my father was and how inconsiderate I was making the preacher late for his own church sermon I dressed quickly and was hopping into my sandals as I was coming down the stairs. My mother just shook her head at me in a look that could be nothing short of complete and total exasperation, and my father just gestured towards the front door. This was starting out to be another fine old family fun day I swear. We pulled into the church with plenty of time to spare, but I still received a look of reproach from my mother when she realized just how many people from the congregation had already arrived. Determined to keep the peace I got out without a single word or shitty look and walked inside stopping when need arose to speak to a parishioner, a friend or family member I couldn’t get away from quick enough to go sit in the same seat my ass had warmed since the day I was old enough to sit up on my own in a church. Preparing myself for the same boring sermon my father has recycled since I can remember with just adding flourishes here and there to keep up with the latest news imagine my surprise when he broke bad with a big fired up a sermon about the sins of the flesh. The thought of my father discussing sex was a nonstarter because it had never been done. Prepared to listen to what may actually be a sermon I listened to with both ears I quickly understood that he was addressing me in front of the entire fucking congregation like I was a sinner come home to heel. I was mortified and livid all in one. When I heard my mother actually starting to amen every other fucking thing I was done. I stood up and walked right the fuck out. Let that be everyone’s fucking entertainment for Sunday supper. Out the church door, straight down Main Street to what would always be my parents’ home but never mine. I took the stairs three at a time to get to the room I slept in throughout childhood and was almost completely packed when Jennifer walked in the door. She just held out a hand for one of my bags and took me to the airport. With a kiss on the cheek and an I’ll come see you soon she got back into her car and drove away leaving me sitting in the airport hoping to get the same day flight out of that hell hole to my real life in my real home with my real family. All the time flying back I spent thinking that I had made the biggest mistake ever leaving Lucius without a single fucking word. Someone that hot didn’t need my petty bullshit just because he made the poor little preacher’s daughter realize she like her sex dirty and her man a little kinky. Oh my god how many ways could she possibly has fucked this up all in a couple days’ time. She would go straight home, shower off the airport stink and go straight to his apartment and beg him for another chance. She would promise to never let her own self-doubts get in the way of them again if he would just listen to her and give her a chance to show she meant every promise she would give him to tell her that he forgave her and that he still wanted her. The whole plane ride home all I could think about was how stupid I was to think for a minute that I could go home anymore. I love my best friend, but the next time I wanted to see her she was going to come to my new home not the place I came from. Whoever said you can’t go home again was more like it. All I wanted was Lucius. I couldn’t believe I actually ran from someone simply because he loved me too much. No more running. No more hiding. I wanted him so much and needed him so much more. His name was like a chant in my head. The closer I got to home the louder in my head it seemed to be. I almost felt like I was being beckoned or called to him by some unseen force. This time, I was determined not to fight it. I got off the plane with only one thing in mind. I was going to go home, take a shower (no way was I going to him all airplane recycled air gross) and to go find my mate. I knew now that that’s exactly what he was - my soul mate and I needed him like I needed air to breathe. The need to get to him overrode my frugal side and I took a taxi home for the simple reason that I would get there faster so I could shower and go to him quicker. The closer I got to my home the louder his name became in my head. The more I felt the need to be wrapped around him in a warm embrace. I needed him. I had to have him. When the taxi stopped outside my building And I saw him sitting on my stoop with his head in his hands I cried out in surprise and damn near took the door off of the taxi trying to get out to him. His head snapped up like he heard my inner thoughts scream his name and he was up and grabbing me out of the car and into his arms before I could fully believe that he was even real. He was taking turns between kissing my face and shaking me for running from him. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before in my life. I wrapped myself around him so fully it was almost like I would meld right inside of him. I didn’t even think that sounded like such a bad idea the need for him was so great in this moment. If we melded into one person we could never be separated again by anyone or anything. He jerked me back up to him throwing some money in the face of the staring cabbie and started for his car. He kept saying things like he needed to fuck me, I was his and that I would never get away from him again. I was thrilled with the passionate responses. I was in awe when he couldn’t keep from touching me or kissing me at every red light and stop light we encountered. When we got to his house he didn’t even put me down once until we were not only inside the house but in his bedroom. When we got to his bedroom he laid e down on the bed the whole time muttering things like “make sure you don’t get away” and “never leaving me again.” I couldn’t even gather myself to be the tiniest worried when I watched him bring out long velvet ropes and began tying me down to the bed. The only time he even looked directly at me was right before he flipped me over to slap me hard on the ass and flip me back over. When he told me that I wouldn’t be leaving his bed for the remainder of the time I had taken off work to go home I just simply smiled at him. I was right where I wanted to be. If he thought he would make me feel threatened at the thought of being enslaved to his bedroom he was going to be sorely disappointed. When I couldn’t quite hide my smirk at his words he just looked intently at me. “You think you know what you have done. Well, you are very wrong.” He went on to tell me that I had no idea who he really was, but that I would soon enough. That he’d held back and had had enough of trying to be patient and kind and let the truth come to me at my own pace so it would be natural for us to become the pair we were meant to be all along. He told me that things would go easier for me if I just submitted and just did as I was told. Hell, I thought he was trying to gear up and tell me he was dominant. I got all hot and wet and loved the idea of him mastering me. I even begged him to let me suck his cock because I thought it would please him to see that I would submit. Instead, he straddled my face and shoved a hi dick down my throat. I could barely control my gag reflex enough not to choke or worse, throw up on him. I knew I was being punished. I was ok with that. I honestly felt that I deserved every bit of punishment he felt he needed to give me to pay me back for all the torture and torment that I had put us through by running away from him and our fate together. I reveled in it and when he released down my throat I felt like a goddess. Like no one else could ever touch me again in any sort of way. I was beyond mere moral laws and only needed to listen to Lucius, to my master, my heart. He untied the straps long enough to flip me over and position me head down ass upheld up by pillows to keep me from moving. He went on to explain that I had tortured him for 29 hours, therefore, he felt for us to be on an even keel again I should be punished as well with 29 lashes from his belt. One lash for every hour he thought I was gone from him forever. I wasn’t thrilled at the thought – I had never been spanked before – but if that was what he needed to forgive me, then that is what I would give him. He took my silence as the acquiescence it was and began to smack me on the ass, the back of my legs and even on my back. I cried out loud only when I couldn’t hold it in anymore and even then I begged him to continue when I felt his resolve finish waiver. If this was going to make us good again you damn right I would bear wit with a fucking smile on my face. When he finished he simply coated all the areas that were struck with this weird smelling stuff that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He explained that I would need to stay still to let it fully dry and not crack the mask it was making. Once the herbs that he had used on my welts dried I would be ok to shower it off and I would feel better. I was not at all sure I deserved to feel better so quickly, but I nodded my head in agreement when t seemed he was waiting for some sign of agreement from me. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew I was being carried. When I snuggled into him he just sighed and held me tighter, but continued on into the bathroom for my bath. I was so happy to be back in his arms and to be forgiven I never thought to question how the bathroom had been turned into every girl’s fantasy. There were flowers, candles, rose petals in the water, light pixie lights; the soft music seemed to be piped in from somewhere out of sight and next to the tub sat a goblet filled with his special drink. Without any hesitation or any sort of ceremony he slid me down into the tub and handed me the drink. I drank deep immediately to show him my compliance in all things and then reached up for him and tried to pull him down into the water with me. He pulled my hand away with a kiss to my palm to ease the rejection and explained that I must wash the medicine off to complete the healing process. Not wanting to upset him so close to being forgiven I immediately put my hand at my side in the water and sat head down while he washed the caked medicine from my body so slowly it did nothing to soothe the wanting I felt for his body. By the time he pulled me up to let the water out and pulls me toward the shower I was shaking with the need to touch him, to have him touch me. I needed him to fuck me more than I needed m next breath. Right outside the shower he stopped and undressed never taking his eyes off me. When we were both naked he jacked his dick a couple of times slowly to make me moan out loud before grabbing me and pushing me into the shower with him and the hot water beating and pushed me to my knees working his dick one handed in a slow torturous pace . I was ravenous and took his cock as far down into my mouth as possible and swallowed knowing how much that set him off and I kept doing it until between my hands that had replaced his and my mouth I brought him to completion. His shout of pleasure simmered through me like it was my own. When he pulled me up and bent down pulling one of my thighs over his shoulder I was ecstatic. This man’s mouth was fucking magic. His mouth on my clit, deep in my slit was all I needed to cum violently into his mouth making him growl and say “More.” When he kept going moving between sucking on my clit and fucking my slit as far as his talented tongue could go I started building again just as I knew I was going to come apart any minute he shoved a single finger into my ass and I came so hard when I came to we were on the floor of the shower with me being cradled in his arms. He kissed me deep and told me he knew I would like anal penetration the most. I couldn’t deny how hard I had come or how explosive the orgasm I had had was so I just smiled up at him and kissed him just under the jaw where I loved to kiss him the most. When I whispered to him that I didn’t care how he fucked me as long as it was hard, fast, and very very soon he flipped me out of his lap and onto my knees in front of him. I heard a squirt of something and then felt him start massaging in into my thighs, working his way up my ass I realized it was some sort of floral smelling oil. He was massaging it into all of the areas he could reach with me in this bent over position in front of him. I heard him squirt more of it and couldn’t wait for more of his sensual touch. Instead of his hands on my body like I had expected, I felt the bulbous head of his dick at my anus teasingly rubbing up and down making my body start to react and flower out. Instead of trepidation, I felt anticipation when out of nowhere he handed me the goblet with just a terse, “drink” growled out to show just out of himself he was too. I swallowed the remaining drink in one gulp and then dared to look back at him and damn near ordered him to fuck me. With a sly smile and a short seductive hand ran down my hair he grabbed it like a horse’s mane and drove into my ass showing no mercy. Through the blinding pain was an understanding that the pain was still part of the punishment I was to feel for leaving him and a passion so hot I honestly felt like I was going to explode into a million tiny little pieces. One human was never meant to have this much passion, love and friendship all in one mate I was sure. The need for one another was dangerous. How would – hell, how could one ever live without the other one ever again. Holding me tighter with every lunge into me all I could hear from Lucius was him grunting the words “mine” and something in another language that I couldn’t understand. I just knew that the more he said it the more I needed him harder, deeper, and rougher and I told him so repeatedly in a voice I truly didn’t recognize right away as mine. Our mating was animalistic and I loved every fucking minute of it. We reached our release together and slid down into the floor of the shower in a tangle of legs and arms both of us refusing at that point to let the other one go for even a second. When he realized the water that was beating down on us was fucking ice cold he turned the water off and without ever relinquishing his hold on me stood up and carried me out of the shower. Sitting me down on the side of the bathroom sink he took a heated towel off the rack and dried every square inch of me. Once he was finished he took the towel quickly over himself and threw it in the hamper in the corner of the room. Then he pulled out the hair dryer and dried my hair as he brushed it out remembering how I once told him that I hated going to bed with wet hair. One more reason he was fucking perfect for me right? When he was sure I was dry and would be comfortable he picked me up again and carried me back into the bedroom. While I was sure that him carrying me everywhere had more to do with the lack of me having a chance to walk out it was really great feeling how big and strong my man was that he could fuck me blind as many times as he had and still cart me around like I was weightless. He sat me down on the side o the bed and walked out of the room. What seemed like half a minute later he was back with another goblet full of strange liquid slightly different tasting from the usual with a kind of bitter aftertaste. As he brought me to a standing position to turn down the covers for me he handed me the glass. Drinking t down without a single complaint he kissed my forehead and said “Koulye a ou pral do mi” and lay down beside me spooning me from behind as things started to go fuzzy in my head. Honestly, I’m still not sure exactly what woke me, but some time later I awoke alone in bed. My head felt really fuzzy and weird like I had been sleeping off a wine hangover and my stomach didn’t feel well at all. I felt all hot and bothered all over and I wanted – no needed to be with m mate now. I never wanted to be apart again. Even as my rational side knew that there was something strange about my behavior and the physical shakes I was feeling not knowing where Lucius was ridiculous I couldn’t help either of them was trying to focus my mind long enough to remember the way around his house when I heard it. The chanting from my dreams so many times before I had gotten together with Lucius. I knew the voice now, it was my beloved's and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
