Kalie nodded, her eyes wide.

“Fuck, I didn’t say you could come.”

Erik pulled her back to the table and swept the dishes onto the floor then pushed her face onto the table top, his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her cheek tight to the hard surface.

His cock, which was still hard despite just being emptied, pressed against her slick opening. He pushed forward, filling her in one fast, impossibly deep stroke. She gasped at the intense, yet exquisite, sensation. She was stretched around his huge cock, the long member deep inside her.

She moaned, even though he hadn’t moved. He twitched inside her.

“You like that? My big cock inside you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He rocked his hips and she gasped at the feel of his gigantic cock moving even that small amount inside her.

He rocked again, then stopped.

“Oh, please.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

He glided back. Painfully slowly. His cockhead caressing her inner passage. Goose bumps danced the length of her body.

When he reached the end, his cockhead hovering on the edge of slipping completely free of her body... he suddenly drove deep again.

She cried out at the intense pleasure.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered.

She saw Carl sitting back in his chair, stroking his cock as he watched. The big bulbous head gliding up and down within his hand.

Erik drew back, slowly.

Then he drove deep again.

She felt tears swelling from her eyes at the potent sensations.

He started to thrust. Filling her in a steady, increasing rhythm. She arched her back, wanting him deeper still. Pleasure rose and she was very close, moaning out loud.

Suddenly, he pulled free and she cried out in disappointment. But he pulled her to her feet and spun her around, then crushed her to the wall. His cock drove into her again. His lips found hers and he ground them against hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth just as his cock did into her pussy.

He pounded her against the wall, his mouth claiming her as completely as did his cock.

Pleasure spiraled inside her, swirling to a tumultuous peak, then spinning completely out of control as it exploded in an intense, earth shattering orgasm. She clung to his shoulders, her earsplitting moans filling the room.

He pumped harder and faster, then his lips broke from hers as he groaned. His pelvis ground hard against her. His liquid heat filled her, driving her pleasure higher still. She cried out, then wailed loud and long as bliss claimed her.

Finally, she slumped against the wall. His big cock still embedded inside her, twitched. He held her tight to him, her head against his chest. She could hear his frantically beating heart.

She glanced up at him and saw a maelstrom of emotions in his eyes, but included in that mess was a tenderness. And a need that tore at her heart.

He stepped back and turned away, then strode from the room, leaving her standing against the wall, naked and panting.

* * *

Fuck fuck fuck!

Erik marched away from the house, needing to get far away. He didn’t care where. He headed to the lake and started to walk along the bank.

He owned the lake house. In fact, he owned the whole God-damned lake, so he knew the area. Once he got past the narrow beach near the house, the trees thickened, shading him from the sun. The leaves rustling in the soft breeze and the birds twittering in the trees were only a minor distraction from his thoughts.

He had agreed to help fulfill this young woman’s fantasy as a distraction. He knew Sylvia had recommended him to her friend Becca, and... Shit, a part of him still wanted to please Sylvia, even after she’d walked away to be owned by another Master.

He’d fallen in love with Sylvia. Since she’d left him to go back to Mr. Grant, Erik had tried to exorcise his frustration with several subs. All sexy and willing to do anything he commanded. But none of them could pull him from his desperate yearning for Sylvia.

Until what he’d just experienced with Kalie.

Fuck, he didn’t even know this woman... she was a total stranger... and yet, being with her filled him with the same kind of desire as Sylvia did.

Could it be that with both Kalie and Sylvia, he was drawn to their innocence? Not that they were virgins, but they were both just discovering their submissive sides. Kalie’s eyes had sparkled with her newly discovered emotions at being dominated and controlled.

Fuck, she would be a perfect sub, yet she was so much more because it was all so new to her.

And if she was his... if he could train her to be his sub... it would be like taking a virgin to full womanhood. And if he did that, he knew he would want to keep her forever.

After he’d walked about half an hour, the trees thinned and he came to another clearing. He glanced across the water, seeing the lake house on the other side, the large windows reflecting the sunlight.

This was a favorite destination of his when he went walking and he’d put up a rope hammock. He loved the solitude and often came here to think.

He sat on the hammock overlooking the glittering water and took a deep breath, hoping for this place to work its magic on him, but even in this serene setting, the ache in his gut continued.

Fuck, he was an idiot. He’d already been burned being with Sylvia. He’d lost his heart and very nearly his sanity when she’d walked away.

He couldn’t go through that again. No matter how appealing and intense the temptation.

* * *

Kalie stared at the door, shaken by the intensity of Erik’s lovemaking, then the way he’d stormed away.

Still leaning against the wall panting, she turned her gaze to Carl, wondering if he was going to take her now. But she could see he’d found his release while watching them.

She pushed herself from the wall and headed to the bathroom to collect herself. Still naked, she returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the lunch dishes, then went to her room. Her dress was now lying on the bed, along with her bra and a new pair of black lace panties. She donned the items.

After a half hour later, there was a knock on the door. She sat on the bed with the covers drawn around her waist, holding her knees tucked to her chest.

“Come in,” she called.

The door opened, revealing Carl on the other side.

“I thought you’d want some time to yourself but... do you want to talk?”

She bit her lip. “He’s pretty intense.”

“True. He didn’t frighten you, did he? Because he’d never hurt you.”

Carl stepped into the room and sat on the chair.

“No, I just...” She frowned. “It was pretty powerful... being dominated by him. And... it doesn’t seem like he’s acting.”

“He’s a Dominant. It’s a part of his lifestyle. He’s used to being in control.”

She nodded. His domination was the most exciting thing she’d ever experienced. She wished that, after this fantasy was over, she could experience more with him.

But that probably wouldn’t happen.

“Do you think he’ll be back soon?” she asked.

Carl shrugged. “I really don’t know.”

She pushed her legs forward to sit on the side of the bed, then pushed away the covers. “Well, then, maybe we should continue without him for now.”

He offered his hand and helped her to her feet. The feel of his strong fingers around hers was warm and reassuring.

“If that’s what you’d like, but why don’t we ease into it slowly? It’s a beautiful day out. We could enjoy a picnic lunch by the lake.” He winked. “To keep in role, you could be my naked prisoner. I could handcuff you while you lie in the sun on a blanket. Or I could leave your hands free if you think you might have something you’d like to do with them.”

The suggestive tone in his voice made her smile. She liked Carl. She could see after this was over spending time with him just enjoying his fun personality and the easy sexuality between them.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

The two of them went into the kitchen and pulled together a picnic, then he grabbed a blanket from the linen cupboard and set it atop the bag with the food.

“Now, about that dress...”