Out into the night they go. Having no fear she leaves with Him, knowing that He will protect her. His horse drawn carriage waits for them at the end of the walkway. Four thoroughbreds so black that they shine blue wait to take them to their destination. His hand circles her waist, sweeping her into His arms. Easily He lifts her into the carriage. One a sleek fluid move and He is in the seat facing her. He signals the coachman, and they are on their way. Him, watching her rock slowly with the movements of the carriage. Her hair flowing in the gentle breeze. His eyes burning her to the core of her being, thinking about what it will be like when He takes her. She smiles to herself looking down not wishing for her eyes to betray her.      After a ride that seems to take only moments, they arrive at his home. He lifts her carefully. Placing her feet gently to the ground. Expecting her to follow, he turns and walks towards the door. She does follow as she knows just what she would expect if it were her in control. The door opens just as He reaches it. A small man holds it for them, closes it as they pass into the foyer. She unties her cloak, without care she allows it to drop to the floor. Not missing a single step, she follows the Dom. He enters a rather large room. She stops at the door, knowing that to enter would be a mistake that would surely not be forgiven. Not a mistake that she is willing to make. She glances over the room while she waits for Him to bid her welcome. Deep dark wood floor polished to a high sheen. Tapestries of all kinds hanging on the walls. A raging fire in the fireplace warms the room. Heavy wood furniture placed with care about the room. This room fits this Man, she thinks to herself. He stops at a large straight backed chair, picks up the pillow that rests there. Turns on His heels and sits. He tosses the pillow to the floor. Finally He looks to her and then to the pillow. She enters knowing what is expected of her. The creature that moves through the room shows Him all due respect, and moves quickly and quietly to the pillow. He smiles and tells her to undress before kneeling. With great care she undresses. Her eyes do not leave His as she slips the straps from her shoulders. Her body moves slightly as the gown slides to the floor. She steps from it. She pushes it out of the way with her foot. He watches her intent in not missing a single move that she makes. He is pleased by the leisurely fluid motions of this woman. Her skin is pure alabaster, having a sheen to it that tells Him that she has oiled herself for Him. She is not at all unlike a china doll, tiny and delicate. Her fingers grasp the strapless slip that covers her. Slowly she slides it over her firm full breasts. Carefully gliding it over the sensuous curve of her hips. She stands erect. Her nipples light pink, have grown hard under his gaze. Her hands reach for the delicate straps of her garter slowly unhooking them one by one. Unhooks the garter and drops it to the floor. Turning slowly, her back towards Him. Legs slightly spread, she bends at her waist, exposing the glistening flower between her legs to Him. She removes her stockings, One at a time. He watches. Stands and moves up behind her. He can no longer take the sight of her nor the smell that emanates from the seeping flower nestled between her legs. She hears him as He stands and moves close. She freezes, barely taking breath. Feels Him close, does not move. He slips His index finger just inside her lower lips. Glides it the full length of her slit. Wet with her honey he brings it to his nose, inhales deeply of her scent. With much anticipation He brings His finger to is lips, then licks his finger clean. She listens and is pleased by the sounds of what she hears. She does not move. "Straighten and turn to me" He commands in a soft but firm voice. She complies. The beauty that He will soon take to his own simply smiles. He smiles, whispers "undress me." She complies, undressing Him one garment at a time, each folded and placed upon a nearby table. Until he stands nude. He steps back. She watches, looking at His form, feeling her fire within grow to a flame that may never burn out. Her nipples grow hard at the sight of Him. He is beautiful, appears to her to be a majestic prince. His skin deep and dark from the sun. His body strong and firm, sleek and tall. His cock erect and ready. She blushes deeply, slowly dropping to her knees. Landing gracefully on the pillow. Head bowed. She waits..

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