5 comments/ 11788 views/ 3 favorites Her Dom Ch. 01 By: kitten1964 **This is just the beginning of a hopefully several-part story - please let me know what you think and if it needs more development and installments, lol!** She tried to remember when she had first met Him. It seemed like He'd been forever in the background...sitting at the corner of the counter as she and her friends dominated the center, laughing and posing for the fans...standing against the wall at the gallery opening while she danced with the latest, newly-minted film or rock royalty, feeling His eyes upon her...sitting at the front row of the fashion shows, watching her and the other models twirling and strutting the catwalk. It just seemed like she'd been around Him forever...and He was so comfortable, so friendly, always willing to talk and, more importantly, to listen...she never even knew He was a Master, He seemed so laid-back and casual. When they partied at His house (and she'd got the shock of her life when she'd seen her art sculpture "VW Bus in Suburbia" in His front yard), she simply considered it coincidence that He managed to be at her side frequently, discussing topics that she found interesting with her and her companions. In fact, He was often better-informed and far more interesting than the people surrounding her, and she would often find herself hanging on His every word. It was one night at a party very like any party that had gone on before that she found herself waking up to what was really going on. The theme of the party had been Leather (the hostess being of unfortunately unimaginative mind), and the ensuing discussion had been livelier than usual, as if to make up for the regrettable lack of originality in the theme. The talk had, of course, worked its way around to BDSM and two would-be doms were playing a game of one-upsmanship. She wandered away, feeling tense and bored, wondering why she felt so irritable, when a deep baritone voice spoke softly at her side. "So...are you finding this so fascinating you must walk away or explode from excitement?" and she turned and looked up slightly to see Him, smiling a slightly mocking smile as He tilted His head back toward the rest of the party-goers. She smiled and turned toward Him...she enjoyed His verbal wit and realized that she'd been hoping He'd come over and enliven her rather dull evening. "How did You guess?" she responded, tossing her hair back flirtatiously and putting her hand on His arm; feeling wickedly bold for some reason that night, she leaned into Him, letting her breasts brush up against Him and bending forward slightly so He'd get a fairly good look down the front of her dress. He smiled back down at her, letting His eyes linger a little long at her neckline...then back up to her eyes, making her shiver slightly. Had she just imagined the look in His eyes? But something reckless in her kept pressing her on, and she flirted with Him, finding His charm irresistible. He kept her laughing with His pithy, incisive commentary on some of the other attendees, and she found herself getting even more daring, pressing her body into His as they danced to the music playing in the background, allowing His hands to roam freely over her body...then pulling away with a giggle and saying, "Oh no, can't get too intimate in front of the others!" She even let Him feed her hors d'oeuvres and she fed Him some as well, enjoying licking His fingers and playing her fingers all around His mouth and tongue. She knew she was having an effect on Him...but what kind of effect, she didn't know until after they'd played the "oh no, please, don't, stop, don't stop," game for the eighth or ninth time that night. Suddenly, she found herself being drawn into a darkened room, and His voice dropped to a growl. "So...all this time, and you want to play, do you?" He said in a tone more menacing than before. She shivered. What caused this turn-around? "What do you mean?" she asked, confused. She could almost feel His eyes focusing on her in the dark. "Do you really think you can flirt and flirt with Me endlessly and not eventually have to pay the price?" The room suddenly felt colder, and she felt vulnerable in a way she hadn't felt in years. The genial, kind, interesting man that she'd only thought of as a friend - and, yes, a flirt-buddy - was now something new and dangerous. The really strange thing, though, was how her body was responding to the situation. She actually felt her nether lips getting wet and an ache spreading through her groin area. It frightened at the same time it excited her...but the fright gained the uppermost hand. She tried to push past him, twisting her arm to break His grip on it. He chuckled and tightened His grip, having obviously anticipated her move. "Oh no, my dear," He murmured in her ear, causing her to shiver, her breasts rubbing against His arm as she faced Him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You don't get away that easily. No, it's time you faced up to what you've been doing all this time...the dangerous game you've been playing." "Please," she whispered, almost unable to speak for the fear she felt...or at least, it felt like fear; she wasn't sure what exactly she was experiencing; all she knew was that her body was trembling so badly she thought it would shake apart. "Please, just let me go and I swear - I swear I won't say anything to anyone!" He laughed again and she felt her hopes plummet to the ground. It was not a kind laugh. He pulled her out of the room and down the hallway, avoiding the party-goers in the main room, out to His car, so quickly she simply trailed along like a puppy. By the time she had collected her scattered wits, He had shoved her into the passenger seat and shut the door. She tried to get the door open, but He was quicker, and was revving the car engine and pulling out before she could even get her hands around the door handle. "Please let me out!" she shrieked, realizing how precarious her situation was -- no one knew where she was, and she had no idea where she was going. She didn't even have her purse -- her cell phone was in it - and so she had no way of getting help. "Oh you'll get out," He taunted her, "but not until we get to our destination." She stared at Him, mouth agape. Was He...was He seriously kidnapping her? At the look on her face, He chuckled again and reached over to caress her breast through the thin material of her dress. She jumped, and He grabbed her breast hard enough to make her cringe and beg for mercy. "Then...get over here closer to me - the next time you move away, it'll go that much worse for you." He let up on the pressure, and she moved back over to Him. His hand caressed her breast again, and she shivered and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. He continued to stroke her, pinching her nipple and keeping her in a state of constant arousal, until they arrived at a large modern house set in among the hills and canyons - isolated and fairly inaccessible. She realized that she also had no idea how they had got there...the playing around He had done with her breast had kept her from noticing any of their surroundings. Her heart plummeted even further. She was well and truly caught. He got out of the car and came around to her side, opening the door and pulling her out. For a fleeting instance, she thought of resisting, but then decided she'd rather be on her feet for what was about to happen. He pushed her back up against the car and looked down at her dress, a silky button-up-the-front dress - it buttoned all the way from the neckline to the hem. "I think this dress is too buttoned-up...," He murmured as He began to unbutton her dress from the neck down. She struggled, but His grip on her throat kept her quiet enough that He was able to get her dress unbuttoned down to the waist. He then unbuttoned the skirt part from the waist to the hem, so that when He was done, her dress was only held in front by one button - at the waist. He pulled the dress open and then stepped back slightly to look at her. "Delicious," He whispered, then trailed His finger along the openings, making her shake - she had nothing on under her dress but panties, garter and stockings. Beckoning her to follow Him - "after all, you have nowhere to run, do you?" - He walked up the front walk into the house; she had no option but to follow Him. The howls of the coyotes in the distance didn't exactly convince her that defiance would be the best choice. She trailed after Him, wondering if she even dared say anything at this late date, if there was anything to say to convince Him to change His mind. He pulled her into the living room, to a fur rug in front of a huge fireplace, and pushed her down onto it. She decided, it was now or never. "M-Marc...," she began tentatively, then more boldly, "You can't mean to do this! It's criminal - kidnapping is a federal offense! Please let me go and I promise - I won't say anything!" He looked at her, her clothing disarrayed, hair wild, her breasts all but completely exposed, the skirt pulled back so that her legs could be seen almost all the way to the juncture of her thighs, and shook His head. "Rhiannon - or should I say, Katt?" using her childhood nickname and eliciting a gasp from her - how had He known that? How had He found out her REAL name?? Her mind was even more in turmoil as He continued, "You know you wanted to come with Me...deep down inside...you've been asking Me to take you in hand for a while now - and I think now is the time to do it." She moaned as her pulse quickened. She had, in fact, been having disturbing dreams - her way of 'speaking' to herself - about Him, and things that even now she couldn't admit to dreaming about. How did He know...? And what did all this mean? Her Dom Ch. 02 He grinned down at the woman lying at His feet. To say it was an erotic sight was to understate the situation. He pushed on one of her legs, making her legs spread apart more...and making the wet spot between her legs, on the crotch of her silk panties, even more obvious. "Mmmmm," He groaned, crouching next to her and swiping His fingers over the damp spot. Rhia moaned in fear and arousal and moved as if to get further from Marc. He grabbed her hair, stopping her immediately. "I really need to get you a collar and leash," He murmured, almost to Himself. He then looked sternly at her. "You are an undisciplined, spoiled brat. You need discipline and boundaries...and I am going to be the One to teach them to you. Do you understand?" When she failed to respond, He shook her, firmly but gently, by her long lustrous black hair. She looked at Him, shocked, and then she said quickly, "Yes...yes, I understand!" "I understand...?" He prompted when she stopped. She looked at Him, confused. What more did He want? "You will call Me 'Master' or 'Sir'," He informed her as His hand reached down to caress her wet vulva through the panties she was wearing. She moaned, but this time did not try to move away. "Yes...I understand...Sir!" This time she answered fully and promptly. She felt herself getting wetter and aching even more in her cunt. What was happening to her? She was never out of control sexually like this! All this man had to do was say a few words and rub on her pussy, and she dissolved into a puddle of submissive goo?? "Now look what you've done...," He sighed, as if He was disgusted or disappointed. "Your panties are soaked...I think we need to take them off you." She began to shake...this looked like she was going to have some unpleasant experiences in her future. But her body betrayed her thoughts, as a flush traveled up her throat and face; her tongue licked her lips and her breathing began to increase. Her body was obviously not convinced it was an unpleasant prospect...! She felt His hands sliding her dress away from her legs and then grasping the sides of her panties. He tried to tug the panties down her hips; she lifted her hips, without being asked, and He was able to pull the panties down to her thighs. She suddenly thumped back down onto her bottom again, shocked. She had cooperated with Him! He pulled her panties off the rest of the way; she was too shocked and stunned to resist. What was going on with her? He tossed her panties aside and stroked her stocking-clad thighs. She moaned and threw her head back, feeling aroused beyond anything she had ever felt before. His fingers slid lightly over her skin, giving her goosebumps and making her shiver. She found herself wishing He would move His fingers closer to her hot, wet love canal; it ached so badly she could hardly think straight. She tried to subtly move her groin closer to His fingers, hoping He'd just think she was moving to get away from His fingers. She heard Him chuckle, and His fingers stopped rubbing against her skin. She almost screamed in frustration as He withdrew his fingers, chiding her with, "Oh no...greedy, undisciplined girls have to learn discipline and control before getting a reward." She moaned, and then begged Him, "Please...please..." "Please please what?" she heard Him say half-mockingly, half-amusedly. "Please please take you home? Please please give you back your panties? Please please what? If you don't tell me I won't know." She gulped; could lust and desire truly make her change her mind this quickly? But right now her cunt was on fire and she really didn't care how she got here or why; all she wanted was a good hard fuck. In her mind, she gasped to even think the word fuck, but she was losing all semblance of control. This was so unlike her – she usually had men begging her, with her teasing them, holding out the promise of more tantalizingly just out of their reach – and then in the end denying them anything at all. She was what they used to call a prick-tease; she enjoyed the power her body gave her over men. He knew this, knew this and more about her and had decided to turn the tables on her. He knew she needed discipline and direction in her life, and only a strong hand could provide it – she'd been left far too long to her own devices and had in consequence come to believe no one could gainsay her. She was also unhappy and lonely...He knew that too. He'd seen it in her eyes and knew that her lifestyle would be the end of her if something wasn't done and done quickly. Besides, He thought to Himself sardonically as He looked at the flushed, aroused woman beneath Him, who said being a Good Samaritan couldn't also be good for Him? He placed His foot between her flung-apart legs, His heel balanced on the floor, His toes hovering just mere centimeters above her aching vulva. She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking down at His foot, groaning out, "Oh god, just touch me!" He simply grinned and swung His foot back and forth, teasing her with its nearness to her need. She suddenly thrust her hips up – but as if He had read her mind, He rocked back onto His back foot and moved His weight back, causing His front foot to rise up and away from her efforts. She sobbed in frustration and sank back onto the rug. "Now darling Katt," He purred at her, clearly enjoying the sight of her helpless and powerless, "let's not forget who is in charge here, shall we?" She glared at Him, then gasped when He grabbed her by the front of her dress and hauled her up to look her in the eyes. "I think we need to reinforce the fact that you are not in command here, my dear – I am," He growled at her and had the satisfaction of seeing her eyes widen with fear. "I do have – resources – that will get the point across much more effectively, I think. And with much more lasting...impressions." He grabbed her wrist and half-dragged, half-led her out of the room, to a set of shadowed stairs that led down into a dark abyss. She shivered. It finally hit her – she was alone in this house with Him, and she knew nothing about Him...just that He had always been a kind, funny, genial man. But now...she shivered again. He could be an axe murderer! Then she mocked herself. She was getting paranoid...but this was not normal either! They got to the bottom of the stairs and He fished out a key that unlocked a door in the wall. As the door swung open, she tried to peer around and see what was in the room, but couldn't. She couldn't see anything, in fact, due to the darkness..until He flipped the light switch. And she gasped... Her Dom Ch. 03 The lights illuminated a room full of...well, if she were to be honest, items that looked like they would be at home in the Marquis de Sade's dungeon. Two heavy wooden beams in the shape of an X with cuffs at each end of the beams...restraints dangling from the ceiling...whips and canes hanging from the walls...padded sawhorses with thick leather straps attached to chains...her eyes roamed all over the room, getting wider and wider with each new item registered on her consciousness. A squeak escaped from her lips and He looked at her. A fleeting look of compassion crossed His face, so fleeting that she questioned whether or not it had even been there. "Go over and touch the cross in the corner," He told her, a touch sternly. She looked at Him, then in the direction He was pointing - the wooden X. Something about that X both aroused and frightened her. It seemed to indicate a decision point - if she went to that X, she would be committing to, or would be on the way to committing to, a course of action that would change her life. Did she want that? She wasn't happy with her life, that was true, but it was the only one she'd known for so long - ever since her mother, left a single parent when Rhiannon's father disappeared soon after she was born, discovered what Rhiannon's looks could get both of them. Contracts, money, parties, fame...and all the issues that come with that lifestyle, especially at such a young age. Rhia couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been primped, dressed to the nines, and paraded in front of leering or indifferent or avarice-filled eyes. And her mother of course had enjoyed every minute of hanging on Rhia's coattails. Rhia had coped the best she could - by getting drunk or high as often and as much as possible. She didn't know how to stop, even though she knew it meant her eventual death. How else did she cope? But if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was follow directions. She was on overload, unable to process any more, and so she fell back on old patterns. As if in a dream, she put one foot in front of the other, over and over, until she was in front of the cross. She watched, almost as if it was someone else's body making the movement, her hand raise up and touch the cross, sliding down the satiny finish. She heard a chuckle directly behind her and started to whirl around, startled - but before she could, Marc pushed His body against her, trapping her between Him and the cross. He grasped her wrist with His hand, placing it up against the wood just slightly above shoulder height. She moaned at feeling His body against hers and wondered what was going to happen now. A part of her brain was hoping it would involve her being under Him, on a bed, naked, for hours...and hours...She chided herself - seriously?? after His kidnapping you and trapping you here, and you still want to fuck Him? Are you MENTAL??? But something, some connection or chemistry, made her want to rub herself against Him, promise Him anything, do anything He wanted, let Him do anything He wanted. That attitude was put to the test when Marc purred in her ear, His breath tickling her ear and driving her crazy, "It's decision time, dear Kitten...as you can see, I believe in the discipline of bondage, of submission and submersion of one's will into the will of the Other. And for you, I believe this discipline is essential. You are on a course that will lead sooner rather than later to your death - and you are too precious, too vital and talented to let die without some effort made to stop your heedless fall." She felt the tears slip down her cheeks...no one had ever told her she was anything other than, at best, "acceptable." But to submit? Bondage? She shook her head slightly. He nuzzled her neck, distracting her from her thoughts and reminding her that He was right behind her - as if she could forget! "Now, if you agree, you will live here with Me and go through My training. It will not be easy. It will be hard, it will hurt, it will make you work more than you've ever worked in your life. If you disagree, I will drive you home in the morning, no harm done - but I will never see you again. I refuse to watch you commit slow suicide." He abruptly released her and stepped away, walking to the opposite side of the room. "I'll give you a few minutes to decide," He said softly, then stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind Him. She leaned her head against the cross, the tears falling more freely now. She had been to rehabs, endured intervention after intervention, yet none had affected her as deeply as this man's admittedly rough but concerned attempt to help her. But could she change? Did she want to change, and did she want to change this way? She drew her hands down and, for some reason unknown to her, she looked at them. She gasped. Her nails were bumpy, with a slight bluish tint. She didn't even push up her sleeves...she knew what she'd see there. She didn't even want to think about her hair, her skin -- she knew she could still seduce the men, but she was nowhere near healthy. Could His way really work when so many others had failed? There was a full-length mirror set against one wall. She went to the mirror, staring into it, as if she were waiting for the mirror to come to life and give her the answer. As she looked at herself, though, she knew what her answer was. She wanted to live; it was that simple. She turned around and walked out the door, looking for Him. She eventually found Him in a small study next to an elegant bedroom, masculine yet comfortable. She stood, quietly, until He looked up and gazed at her. It seemed an eternity, but was in reality only a few minutes before His voice rumbled out, "So...what have you decided?" His gaze held hers as if He were searching for the answer He knew was coming from her. She took a deep breath, sank to her knees on the carpeted floor, and bent forward at the waist until she was in a completely submissive pose in front of Him, face to the floor and arms extended. Her voice was soft, breaking in places, but resolute as she spoke up, "I agree to Your terms...I agree to put myself in Your hands and follow Your directions, completely and without reservation...Sir." He smiled then drew her up until she was standing in front of Him. He stood as well, grasping her face in a firm grip and twisting it slightly. He drew her forward as He brought His own face closer to hers and brushed His lips against hers. She moaned, and it was as if a switch had been thrown -- He grabbed her around the waist and drew her closer, parting her lips with His tongue and then sliding it in her mouth as His lips claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss. When they both finally came up for air, Rhia was dizzy and Marc even seemed affected by the sensual kiss. It took Him a moment to collect His thoughts; but then He smiled, reached for a box on the desk next to the chair He had been sitting in and handed it to her. "Please, open it," He breathed out into the charged air. She moved with difficulty, feeling as if she was suddenly on the edge of a precipice...and gravity was trying to drag her down. She knew, though, that this was just nerves...she always felt this way at the start of an important event. In fact, it was reassuring that something so normal could happen during such a strange evening as this. She took the box gently into her hands and opened it. Inside was a silver choker-like piece of jewelry with turquoise and opal inset at intervals -- opal, she knew, was her birthstone; she assumed turquoise was Marc's -- having a hinged opening with a heart-shaped lock. Puzzled, she looked at Marc. "This is a symbol of your commitment to Me," He explained. "I will place it on you at the end of the first month. That is when you will decide whether you want this serious a commitment to Me or not. All will be explained to you by then. You will have an understanding of a sort of what this commitment will entail -- not a complete one, by any means, but then I don't feel many people, even those who have been in the lifestyle for years, truly do. I will try, though, to make sure that you understand what it will mean for you to give yourself to Me in this way. You say the words now -- and I am sure you believe you mean them -- but we will see at the end of the month if you truly do." He stroked her face, wishing He could just put the collar on her now and be done with it. But He also knew that she would be a far better sub if she came as fully informed as possible. So He stifled His natural impatience and took the box from her, gently closing it and putting it down on the desk. He then drew her close again; hearing her moan, He knew He wouldn't be able to hold off taking her to His bed...He was strong but not superhuman! "Forgive me," He murmured in her neck as He grabbed her up in His arms and carried her into the next room -- the bedroom Rhia had seen before. He felt His manhood stir as she whispered near His ear, the warm breath tickling His ear and driving Him crazy, "For what? Doing what I wanted You to do?" He moaned inwardly as He laid her out on the bed and saw her body, covered barely only by her dress, buttoned still by that one button at the waist. Did she really want this? Then He saw her smile at Him, saw her unbutton that last button then, as if remembering, ask, "May I...Sir?" He sighed softly, grinned and said, "Oh yes, lovely one -- you most certainly may!" She pulled the dress away from her, exposing herself to His gaze. He looked at her, her body that had never failed to draw Him like a magnet, the smile that made Him want to do dark, wicked things to her, and the eyes that reflected the woman inside the delectable package that never failed to keep Him fascinated and alert...and felt the pull, the desire that had led Him to this moment get stronger. He growled, "Take that off." She slid off the bed and let the dress drop to the floor, looking much like Venus must have emerging from the ocean, shining, sexual, alive. He made an animalistic sound deep in His throat and grabbed her hair. He looked into her eyes and said, "I want to do things to you and with you...but for now, since we've not talked about safewords, we won't get too adventurous for the first night." He then pulled her head around to make sure she was paying attention and growled out, "But do not think it will always be like this." to be continued... Her Dom Ch. 04 Rhiannon's breathing became ragged, her desire pulsing off her in erotic waves. Marc could swear the air around her was glowing with the sexual energy she was radiating. He let go of her, then took a step back and began to take off His clothing. She became positively incandescent, seeming to glow hotter and hotter the more naked He became. He groaned, knowing that if she decided to leave at the end of the month, it would be hard for Him to let her go...but then He felt the sexual tension wash over them again and decided, to hell with it! One night was worth any price, especially with a submissive like this! He ordered her on the bed, then placed her hands, her legs, her hips into position just the way He liked it. He placed pillows under her until she was draped provocatively across the bed, her legs splayed at the hips, knees bent so the feet were brought back together, back arched and head bent backward, arms overhead with wrists crossed. He looked at her for a long time, then began to stroke her legs, beginning at the ankles, then working His way up to her knee, where He lingered for a while as she writhed above Him and begged for Him to do more! please, more! Rhia was in agony -- the time when Marc was just looking at her had been bad enough, but then for Him to just stroke her legs while she was in a sexual fever, that was just cruel! She whimpered and moaned as He finally moved up her legs, certain He was going to finally satisfy her -- only to groan and whine in disappointment as He skipped the aching area between her legs and instead moved her lower legs apart so He could kiss up her stomach, then bypassing her breasts to press more kisses on her neck, throat, and face, saving her lips for last as He murmured, "Do not move..." She groaned, thinking for a brief second, don't move?? Is He kidding? But then His lips found an erogenous zone on her neck and all rational thought left as she whimpered, pressing her body to His. Her moans became louder and more urgent as His lips continued on back down her body to her nipples; He sucked in one and began to nibble on the sensitive nub, which was already hard and aching. She squealed and arched her back even more. Marc grinned, enjoying her squirmings and noises, and moved over to her other breast, moving a hand up to the breast He had just been playing with. As His fingers kept her nipple hard on the first breast, His lips and tongue teased the other nipple. He heard Rhiannon panting and begging, her body undulating under Him, and His cock hardened even more as He enjoyed the responses He was able to elicit from her. He moved His hand down from her breast and teased His fingers through the strip of hair left on her pubic area; the hair was slightly long and beginning to curl, and He loved the sensation of the silky curls flowing over His fingers. He loved even more how every time He stroked the hair, Rhiannon jerked her hips up, trying to force His fingers in contact with her pussy lips. He kept moving His fingers away when she did, teasing her into a frenzy. When He was ready to fully satisfy her, she would be at such a height of arousal that the resultant orgasm would be exceptionally strong. He wanted her to remember this as the best sexual encounter she ever had. As His fingers continued to tease her, Rhiannon felt her quim quiver, the juices flowing slowly but steadily out of her opening to soak the petals of her labia. She felt as if she could not take any more teasing; her nerves were at fever pitch. Just at that moment, she felt Him slide down her body and, using His fingers to hold open her folds, He began licking around the edges of her vestibule - carefully avoiding her vaginal opening and her clit. She tried to wriggle around to get Him into more contact with her aching, sensitive areas, but He was clever and able to avoid that contact. He tried to hold out longer, but His prick twitched and His balls began to ache, and He knew He didn't want to hold out too much longer. So He dipped His tongue into her by now slick, fragrant opening and scooped out with His tongue some of her delicious honey. He savored the taste, then encouraged by her moans, He stiffened His tongue and plunged it in and out of her tunnel. After a few minutes of satiating His thirst for her, He moved up to her clit, sucking it into His mouth, nibbling on it lightly (and eliciting quite a few screams from Rhia), wrapping His tongue around it and rubbing back and forth. As He did that, He pushed his finger into her vaginal tunnel, finding her sensitive spots and making her dance around and around. Rhia tried to beg for Him to finish, to plunge His huge penis into her, but just as her mind formed the words, He raked His teeth across her clit as His finger rubbed a particularly strong G-spot, and her mind went blank as one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had rocked through her; her muscles clenched and she spasmed over and over as her orgasm rolled over her in wave after wave of the most intense sensations she'd ever felt. Marc felt the orgasm sweep over her; He waited until it had waned before He raised Himself off her and moved between her legs into position. "Ready, my little one?" He whispered in her ear; at her nod and moaned-out, "Oh gods, yesssssssssss...please Sir...," He slowly slid His aching rod into the gates of heaven - for that's what her tight, wet, warm passage felt like to His hard, stretched cock: soothing, comforting, and oh so arousing. He slid out of her reluctantly and then plunged back in immediately. Marc established a rhythm, stroking in time to Rhia's whimpers and gasps. He felt like He could do this forever, just enjoying the feel, the friction of His prick sliding in and out of her velvety-soft, slick love box. But His body wasn't quite as willing to hold out, and soon He found Himself thrusting harder and harder as Rhia wrapped her legs around His waist, her heels pushing into His buttocks, her breathy, dirty pleas of, "Oh yes! Fuck me so hard, fuck my slutty cunt!" sending Marc into overdrive. His hips soon became like a fucking machine, a piston driving His rod in and out of her at an unsustainable pace...and then He felt, too soon for His desire, the familiar clenching of His balls, the surge up His shaft to His glans of His seed. He managed to groan out, "I'm..coming...," before He thrust up into her as hard and as far as He could and released His seed into her squeezing, orgasming pussy. Her juices squelched out, running onto His balls, down His shaft, coating Him in her liquid nectar as she screamed, His cum triggering yet another orgasm in her. Rhia felt herself coming to her senses just as Marc began to withdraw His spent cock from her and settled down beside her on the bed. She snuggled up next to Him as He wrapped HIs arms around her. She had never felt so warm, secure, and loved than she did at that moment; if this was rehabilitation, she could last out the course most readily! She felt herself drifting off to sleep with His words, mumbled sleepily in her ear, "You are such a treasure, little one - and I look forward to showing that truth to you." She smiled and fell into the best, deepest, most restful sleep she'd had in years. Marc looked at her sleeping, smiling face and smiled Himself as He drifted off as well. It would be a wonderful trip, He knew, and He looked forward to taking it with her.