Mine...

Mine!



The Day of the Auction ~ Saturday.

She was in a circular private viewing room kneeling in the middle of a soft pool of defused light which for the moment represented her whole world, covered from head to foot in a soft gray cloak only her startling eyes and serene face were visible, staring straight ahead. This was her destiny she had been created for what was about to happen.

She was to find a Master of her very own and she would be sold to the highest bidder.

Her heart was pounding in her chest not out of fear but out of pure excitement. It never occurred to seventeen to worry about who this would be or if they would cherish or abuse her all that mattered was that she would be owned, she would belong. All her many years of training had been a lead up to this; it was her kismet, the pleasing of another in all ways, physically, emotionally, intellectually! To find her Master would complete her as a woman, seventeen had known no other reality in her short life, she wanted none……..

Suddenly a disembodied voice came from the speakers hidden in the walls; it startled her causing her heart to skitter in her chest. She had a single moment of trepidation, what if the faceless ones behind the glass failed to find her pleasing?


"Slave No 17 stand, remove your robe. Present for viewing!"


Seventeen arose in one fluid movement allowing the robe to fall and puddle softly around her dainty feet; she was totally nude beneath it, her waist long hair lying in a single thick braid down her slender back almost touching an exquisitely formed derrière.

Stepping in front of her robe she placed one pointed toe in front and slightly to one side, as she gracefully raised both arms upwards above her head crossing them at the wrists, her actions lifting and accentuating her beautiful breasts. Her movements were like those of a dancer preparing for the opening stanza to her music. One beat…. two beats and then she began to move….

Slowly, fluidly, using her pointed toe to pivot her around on her supporting leg, she turned full circle for their viewing pleasure. The music was in this beauty’s head and any who watched her could clearly hear it resonating through their respective souls. One would have to be dead not to be moved by the vision before them. Seventeen took her time, her small sensuous motions seamless, giving her observers a clear view of all that she had to offer them, it seemed as if she were moving in slow motion.


“Kneel 17!"


She sunk down to the floor and knelt, her slender fingers interlaced behind her head, her elbows pushed backwards, her lovely back a graceful arc, her tummy tight, and her eyes demurely downcast. Slowly, she opened her thighs; there was no place for modesty in this sacred place. She opened them to a seemingly impossible distance revealing her private charms to all that had eyes to see them. Her Venus mound was smooth, swollen and very much aroused; small pearls of her sweet juices could be seen clinging to the puffy pink inner lips. Her breathing deepened as she struggled for control causing her breasts to rise and fall as if begging for attention.

What would this unseen buyer see as her looked down upon her?

Seventeen knew that she was pleasing to the eye, she did after all see her reflection every day in ballet class. To keep her mind firmly off her arousal she took a mental inventory of what her new potential Master might see.

She was petite in stature with the most minuscule of waists tapering into a pair of long beautifully sculptured legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were small but full, her aureoles huge islands of the deepest pink perfection, each tipped by a pouty tempting nipple. Nipples which at this moment were proudly standing, twin hard peeks of feminine arousal, as if waiting for a pair of fingers to touch and caress."Stop! "she told herself firmly before continuing on with her self appraisal. Her face she considered normal except for a pair of startlingly blue eyes which could change to the deepest violet when she was aroused, diluting to the palest of blues when she became afraid.

Seventeen of course wouldn't view it as such yet her crowning glory was in fact her long thick, wavy hair. Light brown it was interlaced with highlights of the purest gold; it looked like the sun descended from heavens to personally interweave moon beams throughout its luscious strands.

Her inner dialog stopped as she heard the heavy door swish open, her heart beat accelerated with anticipation...

She kept her eyes routed to the floor as she was appraised. The man who might buy her radiated Dominance and something else she couldn't define it almost made her skin begin to crawl.

He ran a calloused hand down her soft arm and over the curve of her hip before pausing at her tender inner thigh. Settling his bulk between her knees he squatted down, she could smell his power and something darker yet. His hand left her thigh to probe none to gently her soft inner recesses before tugging and twisting at her sensitive labia. He trailed a finger up her belly testing the weight of first one young breast then the other before rubbing his thumb over an already aroused nipple. It was disconcerting even to one trained such as she was. Throughout it all she never broke protocol, not even when without warning he roughly grasped her nipple and viciously twisted it while holding the other to her sex as if testing her reactions.

Seventeen stifled her small yelp of pain remaining outwardly composed even when her chin was raised and she looked into a pair of the coldest, darkest obsidian eyes.

“ Little one you don’t respond as I would wish to pain, that will change should I decide to buy you”

Her eyes were almost devoid of colour as she watched him leave, it took all of her will not to tremble. Seventeen had been fully appraised as to what type of Master she might encounter, in this respect she was not naive. Whomever bought her she would serve with diligence. Still growing up she like teenage girls the world over had girlish fantasies; one was that she would be eventually sold to a Master who would come to love and cherish her.

No other came to inspect her not a single one and as the seconds ticked away into minutes the young girl began to feel the first stirrings of fear settle deep within the pit of her belly.


What if it were He...?

Thursday Afternoon, 3 PM
Just Over Four Weeks Prior to the Auction of 17

"I'm not sure exactly..." Richard (Rick) Harris, Professor Emeritus in Clinical Psychology from the ultra prestigious Newton Academy, honestly told his publisher at Grapevine Books. "Why do we do this?" Came the retort from Cullen Chamberlain, not only the chief editor but the CEO of this niche publisher whom Rick had not only made them tens of millions but put their name on the map. Writing under the penname Jorgen Christianson, his first book stayed at the top of the NY Times Bestseller list for nearly 14 weeks, and sold 1.2 million copies world wide in hardcopy.

To say it was a surprise and an unqualified success for Grapevine, would be an understatement, but the fact that it had been done by a twenty two year old on his first effort was quite literally winning the lottery with the purchase of your first ticket. The book had been controversial, a drama based thriller of a serial killer priest. The work had been thoroughly researched and drew heavily on the thousands of interviews Rick conducted with various priests as well as victims of the sex scandal within the Archdiocese of Boston & Milan.

The fact that the book had been written at all, was the reason Rick stayed loyal to Grapevine as they had been the ONLY one who had taken a chance on the far too young, and completely unproven author. He had been consumed by the topic from his final year at the Essex Preparatory Academy. He had read voraciously of the expose as it was written in the Boston Herald, while at the same time he had been taking an elective course in criminal psychology where they had been analyzing the Unibomber and Son of Sam serial killings and drawing psychological profiles of each. As Rick entered University there was little doubt of his area of intended study, and the fact he was already being sponsored to write his first novel gave him the school of his choosing.

Newton Academy was a unique school. Always listed amongst the global bluebloods along with Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard, Stanford and Princeton, Newton accepted only students who had or were in the process of publishing, and all courses were designed as an independent study with many mentors who would guide you down the trail as an author Given the success of Rick's book, "A Killer in the Cathedral" He was offered a professorial position immediately post graduation where he simultaneously pursued his Doctorate and researched and wrote his second book.

Even as a senior in Preparatory school, the more he had read, the more he saw traces of the same sociopathic behavior of the clandestine activities and cover up of the Church. Little did he know when he sent out his proposed outline, that Cullen, the newly appointed Publisher of Grapevine, a group solely founded to encourage new works of fiction in potentially controversial topics, had himself been a victim of a pedophile priest while serving as an alter boy.

Rick was a naturally talented story teller and expert and unrelenting researcher, but Cullen had helped him truly turn it into a novel. The men were more than business partners, they were friends, or more like Uncle and Nephew, it was a bond that extended far beyond money.

Given the controversial nature of the material, Rick had been advised to publish under a pen name, and when Grapevine began getting death and bomb threats against their blasphemous author, Christianson, he was glad he had. However with that type of success, his fans began clamoring for Jordan Christianson's next book, and the persona was made permanent.

Since that time he had written two other best seller, each four to five years apart, and each reflecting massive amounts of research reflecting some behavior that the general populous had a hard time comprehending. The first as described earlier was about a serial killer who was a religious zealot and pedophile, the second had been about a Genocidal Tyrant and what aspect of the human soul could seek such a radical approach toward his fellow man. The last had been a historical fiction drama based on people trying to escape the cult that was Ron Hubbard's Scientology.

Now it was time to begin his next investigation, which in roughly four to five years should produce another best seller, or at least that was the expectation of Cullen Chamberlain as he humored his marquee author. "There is something there, I know it. My original thought was on human trafficking and the impact on the victim, but lately I have been reading up on BDSM..."

Cullen almost choked on his coffee, "You want to write a sex book?" Rick was flustered, "NO...Yes...Uh...I'm not sure...I think it is more...but...the more I read, it is clear, that for many this is a choice, a lifestyle, perhaps something as core as sexual preference, but I don't know."

He heard the sigh on the other end. "Cullen did you know, that some of the people are..." He made air quotes even though Cullen could not see him. "...trained..." he then did the air quotes again to an audience of no one. "And then these people are sold, from what I understand for a lot of money. I mean how is that possible, how is that allowed, how could anyone want to be a slave? Have they been brainwashed, drugged, coerced?" Rick stopped and chewed on his lip trying to comprehend it himself, but he found it hard to understand how this could possibly be a choice...he wanted to know, if it was. If it was truly a choice he wanted to understand the psychological profile that made people partake and need this D/S relationship? And if was something else, something perverse, to use his voice, his audience to shine the light on what might be an uncomfortable truth.

He also knew there were horror stories of truly sick mother fuckers, somehow slipping through what was supposed to be a very thorough vetting process and invoking brutal masochism that should have had nothing to do with this lifestyle. These people were more akin to the serial killers he had so thoroughly researched earlier, socio paths getting off solely on the pure cruelty and pain inflicted. Yet, in this case, were their victims truly victims or consenting adults who had a need for punishment similar to the self mutilation of members of the Opus Dei, a lifestyle choice so artfully described in Dan Brown's epic, The Davinci Code. To say Cullen had doubts would be a huge understatement, but Rick's track record deserved a long leash. If he thought there was a story here, the basis of a novel, he had earned the right to test it.

Rick was already a multi millionaire, and his writing was so all consuming he had retired at 34 from the world class university, yet remained in Emeritus status. Cullen sighed, "Okay, we will wire $300,000 on Friday, when do you think you can get me at least an initial outline?" And that was it, he was off an running. The economics of books is an author usually gets in the vicinity of 10% royalty on his books sales. Rick could have negotiated more, but requested the additional 5% he might have otherwise negotiated for and received, instead be donated, under Rick's and Cullen's mutual agreement, to the causes he might have researched in writing any particular novel. Rick's previous books had grossed almost $325 million, add to that the movie rights on the first book and he now got advances 30x what he got on his first book.

He didn't really need the money, he now had a net worth, at least according to Forbes of over $25 million, and they were low. Rick had taken his money and invested well, a diversified portfolio, he didn't need to work ever again. He wrote because this was his passion, and he couldn't wait to dig in and understand this BDSM world.

Friday afteroon
The Day Prior to the Auction of 17

The stewardess on the Hawker XP 400 private jet smiled at Rick, she had heard they were flying some famous author today, but she had no idea who this guy was. However, he was young and very attractive, six foot two, and solid, soft brown hair that almost beckoned to have fingers combed through it, and deep soft, pale blues eyes that she had only otherwise seen in the tropical waters they were currently flying over. Even wearing a blazer, gray slacks and a white, blue and silver, tailored dress shirt, you could tell the man was cut. "You look like a man who takes care of himself?" She flirted as she had handed him a glass of sparkling water upon his arrival on the private jet.

He smiled, "Swim fifty laps religiously every morning, and then yoga and I have a woman who stretches me out, who is a god send." The truth was Rick was also an avid skiier and trained ballroom dancer, although he preferred the Latin dances the most, and of course the Viennese waltz.

She took his order and went back to the Galley to pour his drink and prepare the stone crab claw appetizer. No wonder he looked so good, there was barely an ounce of fat and no sweets requested. He would have the crab claw appetizer and kale and lobster meat salad, with only the slightest accent of virgin olive oil and red wine dressing. His one indulgence was the sourdough roll, spread with margarine, that he savored like it was the epiphany of decadence.

She set the two fingers of the 19 year old Macallan's down, two cubes of ice and a splash of water, Cindy couldn't bake a cake or even make a meatloaf, but she could mix and serve a drink to perfection.

When offered the opportunity to leave her job at British Airways and come work for this time share private jet service she had jumped at it. She was 28 and not getting any younger, and flying around the men who could afford this jet, taking care of their needs and hopefully sharing an occasional dinner or more, held one hell of a lot more career upside than flying commercial!

"What brings you here, I have never flown this route before, I heard the pilot say, Angel Island?" Despite being 36 years old, and very successful, Rick found himself blushing and barely able to look the attractive woman in the eyes, for he felt compelled to lie as not to shock her. "It is a social gathering, a dinner and an auction, it is all for a good cause."

HA! He thought, "good cause"! Part of him sincerely wanted that to be true, for if it wasn't, if all participants did not want to truly be here and were true of heart, then this was barbaric! He had quickly been made aware of this opportunity through a relationship he had with a middle eastern sultan. Rick knew and respected the man, and from what he had seen the man was good and caring. He was a bigamist, as that was his culture. He also had long ago prescribed to this lifestyle and had agreed to be a key part of Rick's research, however they had not yet had a chance to truly sit down.

"I can get you an invite if you'd like, this is a very special event, the women of Angel Island are unlike any other!" It was an opportunity Rick, or perhaps he would go and be more accepted as Jorgen? No, Rick should suffice, he certainly had the resume and financial statement to pass muster, and as for criminal activity, he had never harmed anyone. He simply could not pass this up.

Over the next two weeks, he was thoroughly vetted, financially, criminally and morally. He had been subject to three different comprehensive interviews where he received many forms of similarly penetrating questions. The Psychologist was being analyzed and he couldn't help but smile at the irony. It was only three days ago, his final invitation arrived, written on fine parchment with gold leaf calligraphy, he had the invitation in his leather satchel, as was his PC.

He had spent the majority of the last few days reading the profiles and backgrounds of the individuals to be put up for auction, it was surprisingly ecclectic in its composition. There were things he assumed to satisfy all flavors of desires and masters, even combinations where polyamorous relationships were a necessity. There were stunning women and men of all races and forms, but each and everyone certainly had a beauty to the right eye of the beholder. He had only reviewed the women in any real detail, as he was there supposedly as a potential buyer of a female slave.

While he had entered this endeavor with no specific intent to purchased, the more he thought about it, the more he thought it might be necessary. Whether he did it now or another time was a different question. He had quickly reviewed all of the candidates, but one seemed to reach off the screen for him. Known only as 17, there was something about her eyes that seemed to reach deep inside of him.

In total, twenty five items, was it okay to refer to living humans as items? would be put up for bid. There were 18 women and 7 men. As a researcher and clinical psychologist, he found the collection fascinating. Some had been raised and bred for this moment entirely on this island, some had come willingly seeking training and this life, and some and this he was most questioning about, had been specifically recruited. There were also a few years older, who had been trained here, then had left the island for advanced training or schooling and were now back to fulfill their destiny.

The directions were clear, there would be no meeting or inspection of the items up for auction until the auction began. Once an items was being put up to bid and a bidder so indicated, they would be lead down to the auction stage to do whatever they deemed necessary to satisfy their questions.

Each bidder had to have an account on file and the balances in those accounts would be checked as the auction began, and as each bid was made. Winning bids were immediately wired, and bidders remained enclosed in their respective bidding suites until the monies cleared. Both the Sultan and the materials made it clear, these were lifelong purchases, and while there were covenants and commitments that need to be followed, this was the purpose of human beings for the use as the Master saw fit.

Bidding started at $200, 000 and each bidder knew that the bid served two purposes, 50% would cover the cost and return on investment of training the slaves, and 50% would be put in a managed account, where after either two or three years, depending on the item purchased, the agreement could be terminated by either or both parties and the slave would have that amount available to them to use as they chose.

Rick was actually quite impressed with both the thoroughness and professionalism of the process outlined. When he saw Cindy walking back, he quickly shut his PC as they were beginning to get ready to land. "Do you need a companion for the dinner?" She asked, hopefully. Rick had to try hard not to chuckle. "That is very kind of you, but no, plus ones are not allowed unless they have already been vetted." He knew that sounded mysterious, but the girl was not easily dismissed. She handed him a card with her number on the back, "Well, in case you ever are in need of a plus one, my place is in Gotham, you live in the Westchester area right?"

The girl had done her homework he did indeed live in Westchester, it was a wealthy area and he had recently purchased an old English style mansion, complete with a gorgeous blue slate roof, weeping mortar, gorgeous grounds and a pool. Rick did his best to avoid any element of celebrity status, but the stewardess would have likely had aspect to his account with the airline. Nonetheless, he did not appreciate the invasion of property.

The encounter did make more poignant how long it had been since he had any sort of regular woman in his life. Rebecca had passed tragically almost 7 years ago. He had long since stopped mourning, but he hadn't really reengaged either, the entire tragedy had just taken too much out of him.

They landed at 2:00 PM, the private limo picked him up on the tarmac and twenty minutes later he had some sort of rum drink in his hand and was looking out of his lanai over the white sand beach and the aqua green blue waters of the ocean two hundred or so yards away. There was a group of young people, gorgeous toned bodies, completely nude, playing in the water and sand. It looked like some sort of childhood tag, but these were no longer children. Little did Rick know he was looking out on several of the items that would be put up for bid tomorrow, enjoying one last day of play in paradise.

Friday Evening, Sunset
The Day Prior to the Auction of 17
The Bidders Cocktail Party

Rick looked in the mirror, adjusting his black tie to his tux. Tonight was the cocktail parties. The one for the female bidders would be held out on the south gardens and massive patio. A gorgeous seafood buffet and well appointed bar, small standing tables and tiki torches set a mood of proper festivity. Rick was amongst the last third to arrive. There was an interesting combination of smells, in the air, a combination of exotic flowers, palm trees, salt water and the fire from the torches. Rick was gazing out at the setting sun on the ocean horizon when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder, "Master Harris?"

The Prelude ~ Friday afternoon, 1:30p.m.

Jeannette had taken her time getting ready for this post auction cocktail party. Normally she arranged the party and then maintained a discrete distance, nothing more, unless a problem occurred. Tonight she had a vested interest and in consequence she would be very present. She shimmied into her gold form fitting evening dress and gathered her long golden hair into an elegant chignon leaving a few artfully arranged tendrils loose and flowing. One escaped and trailed provocatively down the curve of her exposed back all the way to her softly rounded bottom.

She was standing before a full length mirror when her bedroom door flew open to admit her whirlwind daughter. “ Mamon you look gorgeous you will be la belle of the ball tonight,” she declared standing at her side one arm wrapping around her mothers tiny waist. “ Please can I attend? I’ll be good, I’ll be invisible, I promise.” Their identical twin gazes locked in the mirror and her mother smiled. “Seventeen, Cheri you know that’s not allowed. If you break that rule you know there will be consequences for us both.” The girl in the mirror pouted prettily. “I know but I so want to see, s'il te plait.

The stunning apparitions revealed in the ornate mirror standing side by side arms interlocked around one another, could easily have been twins rather than mother and daughter they were so alike. Physical resemblance however, was where the likeness ended, for their personalities were polar opposites. Both had been born on the island, both were descended from the very first slaves brought here; Jeannette had been claimed by the dominant who owned the island, Sebastian Lemeur and had elected to remain; it had been a love match. Seventeen couldn’t wait to spread her wings and fly away, she wanted to see the world. She would willingly take the chance of an unknown match.

An unknown match... Her mother suppressed a shudder...

What if?

No what if’s!

They vetted everyone very carefully, her daughter would find her destiny, she would find a special someone to treasure her. Still it wouldn’t hurt to meet each buyer in person to get an up close and more visceral gut impression.

With that last thought, Jeannette turned and kissed her daughters cheek before resolutely shooing her away.

Seventeen turned at the door “Mamon, I’ll get to say good bye after the auction won’t I?”she pleaded her beautiful eyes suddenly gone wide with distress.

Jeannette hated to lie to her baby but she knew that most buyers whisked their changes away from the island immediately, very few lingered. So unless they both got lucky....

“ Don’t worry little one, we will say our final goodbyes tomorrow and of course I’ll will be the one to help prepare you.”

“ Qui Mamon, of course.” Seventeen rushed back for a final hug before disappearing from the room, unknowingly leaving a distraught mother to pull her own self together. This experience was proving much harder than Jeannette thought it would. After tomorrow she might never see her only child again...

“ Stop!” she commanded herself. This process had never failed. Her beloved daughter would have a fulfilled and happy future; she had literally been born to this, groomed from birth. What red blooded male would not respond to such a beautiful spirit.

Jeannette put the finishing touches to her toilette and headed down to the party that was about to begin.


The Party ~ Friday afternoon, 2p.m.

When she arrived as was her habit she slipped in to silently observe.

When they had first set up these soirées they had been black tie and set up in a formal ball room, buyers only. Her first impression had always been the same; that so many dominant well dressed men in the same contained room, were like beta males circling one another in a brandy snifter. One could almost smell the danger, it never failed to send goosebumps all over her exposed skin and shivers down her spine. That the atmosphere could be carved with a knife was an understatement . After discussing it with Sebastian a few years ago he had approved her suggested changes.

Still black tie, the event was now held in the gardens and outdoor patios with a less formal buffet and bar, small standing tables and tiki torches. The softly evocative music entwined subtly with the naturally intermingling scents of the islands exotic flowers, lush greenery, sea air and the smoky undertones from the slow burning torches. They were all subliminally designed to set a more mellow and thought provoking ambience; one designed to steer the mind to thoughts of love not combativeness. Another major change to complement such thoughts had been the allowing of a well vetted, plus one, buyers were now allowed a companion. The addition of females in to a primarily all male event had very defiantly softened its subliminal aura of danger.

Her attention perked as she caught sight of the only female buyer at this event. Mistress Lafayette was in the market for a female submissive and had brought her male of almost 10 years, along with her this evening. Jeannette eyes were smiling as she caught his errant behaviour. Her sub looked amazing dressed in a form fitting toned down tux. It details were perfection even to the small black bow tie now a-fixed to his thick black leather collar. His eyes had been wandering as they appraised the other female submissive’s in the room; they were all beautiful vibrant women who for this event were uncharacteristically fully covered from neck to toe in formal yet form fitting gowns. Sometimes more really is less, Jeannette thought as she watched his eyes undress one such woman from beneath his carefully lowered eyelashes. He was subtle she’d give him that, yet both herself and his Domina had noticed. Her attention drawn, Jeannette continue to watch their interplay.

Madame Lafayette gently tugged on his silver leash pulling him closer to face her raising his eyes to hers by placing the leather quirt she was subtly carrying firmly under his chin. She whispered something and he tensed his eyes widened. Leaning in she kissed him until he relaxed once more, she then then bit down on his lower lip drawing blood. Smiling softly Jeannette watched as his Mistress slowly and lovingly licked up the drops of his life blood. The subtle motion was erotic and precise and had Jeannette pressing her thighs together. As they moved off Mistress Lafayette dropped his leash and he followed her eyes firmly routed to the ground. He would be aware of her potent lesson for the rest of their evening! A job well and lovingly done, a lesson truly learned. Jeannette grinned as she too moved off to join the fray.

She spent the next hour mingling with her guests answering their questions and subtly vetting the character of each buyer. To her dismay there were only three she felt were possibly suited to her daughter. Jeannette stepped back into the shadows as she spied the last buyer arrive, he had no plus one. Her eyes carefully followed him as he crossed the room to stand at the edge of the patio seeming to be watching the sun which had just began to set on the oceans far horizon.

She didn’t have to mentally call his name up from her file. Rick Harris...his name fell from her lips on a whisper. Rick...his first name was mentally etched in her mind or rather the stunning blue of his eyes were; as she had opened his file and saw his picture they had drawn her in immediately.

Before even reading a single word from his exhaustive file, for some unfathomable reason she had known. This man would be the one she would choose for her daughter if she could.

Even having met with almost all of the potential buyers she still was of the same opinion. Rick Harris was her daughters Kismet, just as Sebastian was hers.

Jeannette took a steadying breath, she couldn’t exactly go up to him and say. ”Allow me to recommend Seventeen she will be perfect for you.” It would not be proper, it was not allowed! Jeannette believed that most things in life happened as they should and could only hope that they would on the morrow when her Seventeen was viewed. He hadn’t appeared to be even sure if he was in the market to buy according to his file, would seeing her daughter change that? Jeannette reverently hoped so.

Taking another calming breath she glided up behind him placing a gentle hand to tap his shoulder “ Master Harris?” She enquired her voice melodic and soothing.

As he turned she dropped her hand and stepped backwards not wanting to encroach on his personal space.

She froze for a single heartbeat, as a chill went up her spine at the sound of a low giggle from somewhere behind her reached her mommy attuned ears. She of course recognized the voice; Seventeen had snuck down to appraise the buyers. She was skulking behind one of the lush potted ferns, probably with one of her friends. Jeannette eased her hand behind her back slightly giving her errant daughter a discrete but meaningful hand signal. Seventeen would go immediately into submissive mode and hopefully disappear before she was caught peeking!

Her mother stifled a sigh. Trained or not teenagers were often simply teenagers. If she weren’t careful Seventeen would go to her new owner sporting a very sore and red bottom! Jeannette stifled her own amusement. Missing hardly a beat she spoke.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jeannette, it was my signature on your invitation.” Giving him a soft smile she continued. “I am hoping to take a moment of your time to answer any questions or concerns you may have with regards the upcoming action tomorrow. I notice that you have just arrived, perhaps we could talk over Hors d'oeuvres and perhaps a glass of wine?”

Jeannette continued to make eye contact as she spoke. There was nothing except perhaps a quietness in her demeanour that spoke the word submissive, except perhaps for the interwoven gold wedding band located on her slender finger that was matched exactly by the band that was wrapped possessively around her slender throat...

Rick had let himself get lost, simply enjoying a majestic sunset, as the daylight drew to a close here in paradise. He thought of the young people he had seen frolicking far off down the beach, and he assumed they were either part of the group, or soon would be, to be auctioned off at events like tomorrows. What would it feel like for these young adults to leave here, to face a sophisticated world? He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness, they had been seemingly playing with such glee, and as he had looked around the room at their potential owners walking in, he struggled believing they might be headed to a better place.

His mind was still whirring with what he had witnessed walking in. He had barely entered, when a beautiful woman, attractively dressed, in a full length sarong had brought him a welcome cocktail. It was some sort of rum punch, adorned with a skewer of pineapple and some sort of beautiful yet unusual orchid, which he assumed was indigenous to the island. "Thank you, this is perfect?" He had smiled, only to be met with downcast eyes, "I am glad that it pleases the Master." Came the soft reply before she turned away. "Master?" It had caught him by surprise, although once he thought about it, he shouldn't have been surprised at all. That was why he was here, why they were all here, to be Master's of the nubile, beautiful and well trained items being put up for bid.

Yet it was not that thought that had knocked him off balance, it was a memory of that word used in love, intended to give away control from a woman who outwardly seemed to embody exactly that control. It was nearly sixteen years ago, Rick had walked into his English Literature and Composition symposium his junior year at Newton Academy. He had expected to walk in and find a seat, ideally none too noticeable amongst a group of other third years. Like almost every class he had ever intended, there were usually a group of students who rushed to the front wanting to a the teacher, eager to demonstrate their enthusiasm.

Rick was not one of those, he typically sat somewhere in the middle, taking measure of the various personalities, including the teacher themselves. So, imagine his surprise when the "classroom" he walked into was a 20x20 foot office, a gorgeous free standing, antique cherry desk, and floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with everything from grammar structure to both new and old classics. What was even more disconcerting was the gorgeous thirty four year old woman sitting behind the desk, long brown hair with natural auburn highlights, with gentle curls that easily cascaded down to her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes with long lashes, little make-up, because simply none was really necessary, and a pair of large reading glasses perched on her nose.

"I'm sorry, I must be mistaken, I thought this was..." She looked up laughing, flashing the prettiest smile he had ever seen. "This is the classroom, Rick Harris right? I am Rebecca Smithers, from now on your classes will be one on one work with your professors, welcome to being an upper classman." He could hardly help but stare, she was gorgeous and he had very little experience with women of any type other than as classmates. He had been so consumed with researching and writing his novel, he had barely had a drink, let alone dated. Of course this was his instructor, professor and mentor...little did he know the complete extent that would prove to be true.

"I have read your first 200 pages...you are good...very good." She winked. "I want you to know I requested you...I don't do that often...but you are good...and I would like to help make you great!...Oh, and if you want to...you can call me Becky!" She was even smarter than she was beautiful, and for the next 8 months they met nearly daily. She would hold him accountable to writing 40-50 pages per week, which she inevitably edited down to twenty or less. She would challenge his assumptions and push his research...they spent literally hundreds of hours together, and he loved every minute of it.

It was the day after the Spring semester ended that she called him and asked if he would like to get a drink together. It was odd, as while they worked they had shared many a bottle of wine as they worked deep into the night and she taught him to differentiate a poor, versus a good, versus an outstanding bottle of wine. The importance of the legs, and letting the wine breathe...she did the same thing with single malt scotch. Slowly but surely she was teaching him aspects of sophistication and discernment and culture. Yet this appointment sounded more like a date, and the intimate, eclectic bar an interesting choice.

Rick walked into the bar, expecting to toast the end of a fine year's work, and tell his instructor he would be spending the summer on campus to continue his work and perhaps she wouldn't mind occasionally providing review, but instead of meeting an instructor in her normal jeans and blouse, there she was, sitting at the far corner of the bar, legs crossed in a slinky black, revealing, low cut neckline and spaghetti strapped little dress, with four inch stiletto heels. That night was the first he was invited into her bed, the first he had been invited into any bed or wanted to join anyone in his. He would move into her place a week later, and they would make love at least once nearly every day throughout their nine year relationship, often several times.

They were together like that all through the summer, until one night at dinner she handed him a note, "I have loved you since nearly the first day we met, and I have loved being your teacher, but now in our bed, I want you to be my Master." When he looked back, her eyes were down and their was a clear blush on her cheeks. He had taken his hand and gently cradled her cheek, forcing her eyes up. "I would be honored! You will always be safe with me...I love you more than life itself."

The words could not have been more true, she later described the significance and importance of a collar to her, and he had used much of his available money to purchase the most beautiful rose gold collar he could find which they exchanged in a private ceremony. She only wore the collar in bed at first, later after his first book hit the NY Times best seller list, he purchased her a Diamond choker that she wore at every meaningful event they ever attended, her personal message of adoration and devotion. Over time, in their bed, the student became Master, and when the tragedy happened, he grieved for almost a year and to this day had thought himself incapable of feeling like that again.

So, as Rick felt the hand on his shoulder, and the soft words, breathlessly spoken, “Master Harris?” He felt a shiver of the nicest variety, a sense of anticipation he had long forgotten, and then Rick turned to find his breath taken away, and the epitome of elegance standing before him. The woman who had tapped on his shoulder was a breathtaking beauty, her gold dress, with spaghetti straps and a modest, very attractive Grecian neckline. The dress was simple and beautiful and draped so perfectly as to leave little doubt of the spectacular woman, and nearly perfect embodiment of femininity it artfully cloaked.

However, it was the eyes, the incredible eyes, that would make any jewel envious in comparison, that held him captivated, for he had only seen one other such pair, and that was only yesterday in review of the items for auction. As she began to drop her hand and step away, Rick turned his palm up and caught hers before it could return to her side and held it strongly, yet tenderly in his own. Leaning down he gave the back of her hand a soft kiss, only to release her hand and again look into warm and welcoming eyes.

He heard a soft giggle, seemingly out of nowhere, and feared for a second it was his own response, so giddy did he find himself at this unexpected encounter, for a moment he was once again a schoolboy. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jeannette, it was my signature on your invitation.” Giving him a soft smile she continued. “I am hoping to take a moment of your time to answer any questions or concerns you may have with regards the upcoming action tomorrow. I notice that you have just arrived, perhaps we could talk over Hors d'oeuvres and perhaps a glass of wine?”

It was easily the most appealing invitation he had received in years, and he found his heart beating and his body tingling in ways long put to rest. He returned her smile, nodding and returning a gaze filled with interest and, unintended attraction. She was likely, slightly older than he, but could have easily passed for fifteen years younger. At first, he was so taken by her beauty he did not notice the wedding ring on her finger and matching gold braid collar that adorned her shapely neck.

"Yes, I would like that, I would like that very much." Rick took a look around and noticed there were many eyes upon them, some he had spoken to briefly, men who showed proper manners, some of which who had brought a significant other with them, slightly less than half that he could see. However, he found the men had the lovely women with them well trained. In all cases their eyes were downcast, never looking at him, as they briefly exchanged pleasantries. The interactions felt formal and a bit forced if not awkward, as tomorrow in theory they each might well be competing for the same prize.

Rick had been with many powerful men, captains of industry and government, yet there was something unique here, a new level of testosterone. Their conversations a bit like male dogs sniffing each other out, never biting or even snarling, but always on edge. He had also seen a woman, clearly the dominant, address her male sub, discretely biting and then kissing him after licking the droplet of blood. It was oddly sensuous and tender, but also effective. The room was filled with several beautiful women, and there was a hint of eroticism that flowed through each coupling despite no obvious play.

"Would you mind if we found a spot out of the main conversation, a place I can speak to you in confidence? I do have much to ask you, as this is my first auction, and I could not ask for a better tutor." Was he flirting? No, that was not the intention, yet he could not help but find himself captivated and attracted, wanting to talk more and spend more time together.

After she led him to a small table and they were served a lovely cabernet and a small plate of hordourves, he raised a glass. "Thank you for allowing me to attend." He took a sip as the questions formulated in his brain. He would ask several:
"

He had used the beginning to get to know her, but two questions burned in his mind:


The truth was that Rick had reviewed each and every parcel being put up for bid tomorrow, but unlike the others where he had spent three to five minutes reading the brief bio and admiring the picture, he had spent nearly 45 minutes staring into a face so pure and uniquely lovely, he simply could not turn the page. And now, as he looked into a woman who could be her twin, he found himself fascinated and engaged, interested in ways he never expected.

As Rick Harris turned their eyes locked as he unexpectedly took possession of her hand to place a soft branding kiss almost lovingly on its underside; the hand upon which every fine hair was now standing to attention. A small electrical current seemed to dance delicately along the length of her slender arm, Jeannette stifled a sliver of anticipation. Her unexpected reaction had her baffled. The connection was abruptly severed as he dropped her arm, she felt momentarily bereft. Jeannette covered her unease by offering him a warm and welcoming smile as she complied with his request for a table in a quieter place.

As she led him to a secluded table her mind was processing her reaction to this potent male. He felt familiar, he had an aura of alpha male but not the all consuming big bad wolf, I’ll eat you up type which usually radiated from the Dominants she habitually crossed paths with. There was something about this man, that she couldn’t put her finger on. That he had elicited a visceral reaction from herself had been a little more than disconcerting. She was bound to Sebastian other males normally left her unaffected.

She found that she liked this man and that she really didn’t mind at all his subtle flirting. He was in fact delightful.

Their drinks and food arrived and she listened quietly to his many questions; answering some and deftly side stepping others.

Yes, there were male and female bidders. Yes, the subjects had a choice according to their sexual proclivities and Yes, many choose to come here of their own volition for training.

"May I assume by your collar that you are a married submissive, yet you appear to be in charge here, and may I say doing an outstanding job as an ambassador, but how does that work? Is this your event?"

She had smiled at his next question to lesson the sting of her response. “Mr. Harris, yes, I am married. However, as don’t believe that I am on the auction roster tomorrow, let’s leave it at that shall we? I do run this event, party planning is my forte. I am very pleased that my small efforts are to your liking.

"There is one girl, 17, never had I seen eyes such as hers, until yours, there must be something quite magical about this island that it cultivates such rare and beautiful flowers, could you tell me more?

Should she tell him that Seventeen was her daughter? Some instinct kept quiet knowing that she might inadvertently plead her daughters cause which would be of course unethical.

“Our island is indeed quite magical. Perhaps after your purchase you will decide to stay and enjoy it for a few days? Seventeen is simply delightful, the best of the best, beautifully trained to become the light of a man’s life, which is why she will be auctioned at the very end. Her lineage is impeccable.”

To Jeannette his questioning felt like an interview rather than a quest for answers. She assumed given his background that this might very well be the case. Their background check had been quite exhaustive so they were very well aware of what he did for a living, pen name or not. Still, they had nothing to hide and so his application had of course moved forwards.

Her main reservation had been as to wether he was serious in his quest for a submissive of his own or if this was simply some in-depth research for a possible new book.

Now that she had met him in the flesh her gut still told her he was the one. That said, if by some bizarre occurrence he did in fact bid on her daughter for the wrong reasons, she didn’t want her daughter hurt.

His polite request for a dance interrupted her train of thought. “Please call me Rick. I noticed that there is a dance floor, one of my passions is dancing. Would it be a breach of protocol if I were to ask you for a single dance? It would certainly be my pleasure to do so.”

Jeanette looked into his smiling eyes never doubting for a second his sincerity. In the interests of her own quiet research she decided to grant him his request.

“ I would love to join you on the dance floor, I too love to dance.” She told him smiling. Sadly before this could occur a server arrived and told her that her presence was urgently requested elsewhere.

“Rick. Please forgive me, I will return as soon as I am able, this shouldn’t take long,”


Seventeen. A moment out of time!

Seventeen had visited her mother for a very specific reason on that fateful night. She had been determined to visit the party and equally determined that she wouldn’t be caught. Smiling innocently she hade taken in every facet of her mothers attire, happy when she saw her wearing her gold gown for she had one to match. Mission accomplished she had hurried from her mothers room to her own.

Her father had come back from his latest trip with matching gowns for them both. A parting memory, one for her mother and one for herself. Worn in different worlds, they would be forever interwoven as one person her father has told them solemnly; she would always have her mother with her.

Seventeen shimmied into her gold dress much like her mother had done before her, carefully applied a hint of make up and carefully arranged her hair until it was a mirror of her mothers up-do right down to the curl which gently caressed the lower arch of her spine. A spray of identical perfume and she was ready. The perfume was made on the island, it was sensual and evocative as were the two woman who choose to wear it.

Glancing in the mirror she saw her mothers reflection, it was uncanny, she shivered. Perhaps I should stay here, she thought suddenly afraid. Be the good girl I was trained to be.

No this would most definitely work she told herself, she had to do this, she had to see for herself. She would keep to the shadows and simply look at those who has arrived with an intent to buy. If she were seen most would assume she was her mother.

Jeannette had been wrong her daughter did not travel with a friend this night. If caught the error would be hers alone. This might seem like frivolous venture but Seventeen was not a stupid girl she would implicate no one but herself.

Taking a deep breath she slipped quietly into the venue her eyes wide with the wonder of it all. She of course had no idea of who was who, yet to her young eyes the venue was filled to the brim with delicious danger. The guests reminded her of predatory sharks gathering before a potential feeding; poised, sleek, strong and very very ready. Their intensity was almost overwhelming; would she be able survive such a man? Seventeen fancied that she would be swallowed up whole by most of them.

Had she not seen him arrive she might well have fled back to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Her luminous eyes watched as he entered the room, this male was different. His aura was one of quiet confidence as he made his away across the empty dance floor. There was nothing brash or flashy about him. He oozed sensuality from every pore, she found herself very much wanting to touch.

Seven watched her mother approach him as she carefully skirted the room until she found a suitable spot to blend into. “Become one with the plant,” she told herself giggling. Her hand covered her mouth as her mother stiffened, giving her a hand signal to behave, to go. She had been caught! Not much ever got by her mother!

Seventeen’s inbred response was to do as she had been ordered but as she watched him turn and raise her mother’s delicate wrist to his lips she saw his eyes for the very first time. Her reaction was a pure visceral response, it overwhelmed her reason. A moth to a flame, she was caught in a pair of eyes so mesmerizing they touched her very soul. Goose bumps popped up across the soft skin of her own wrist. It almost felt as if his lips were actually caressing her own flesh. Her own expressive eyes darkened and she shivered in response, she could feel her own heartbeat skittering inside her rib cage. Her eyes were filled with need as she watched her mother lead him to a secluded table. Carefully she glided to another hiding place her desire to be near him overriding her caution.

She only caught snippets of their conversation, she was more caught up in memorizing every facet of his demeanour until the words dance coupled with his first name suddenly brought her attention back into full awareness. “Please call me Rick, I noticed that there is a dance floor, one of my passions is dancing. Would it be a breach of protocol if I were to ask you for a single dance? It would certainly be my pleasure to do so.”

It looked as if her mother had agreed and would have actually danced with him had she not been called away, which seemed very out of character for her. Seventeen dismissed the thought, she could have hugged the serving girl who had been the barer of the message. She, not her mother, would dance with him tonight! This would be her moment out of time, before her life changed forever.

“Forgive me, I will return as soon as I am able, this shouldn’t take long,” her mothers dulcet tones assured him.

Seventeen felt relieved and in that moment her plan began to hatch, she would dance with this vibrant man. Knowing she was playing with fire but for once disregarding caution Seventeen straightened and moved towards towards the booth where her fried Aiden was tending to the lights and music. Pretending to be her mother she moved confidently towards him. “We have a request, one of our guests want to dance . After this tune please play. ‘Love And Affection’ by Joan Armatrading. She wants mood, adjust the lighting accordingly please”. He complied with ease, her first hurdle was over.

Love And Affection was a connoisseur’s love song according to her mother and this man struck her as such a man. It was a syrupy, salty, burnt honey, desert coloured wine of a love song, and she wanted to dance it with him. It was the stuff of her deepest fantasies, fantasies not even shared with her friends, least of all her mamon.

On this her last night of freedom she would touch the flame....

I’m not in love but I’m open to persuasion.

As the song began she sauntered over to Rick, threading her finger through the loop on her gown in order to raise its train she offered him her hand . “That didn’t take long, shall we dance.” She lead him onto the dance floor and flowed into his arms. “This is a favourite song of mine”, she whispered in his ear as he guided her closer.

I’m not in love but I’m open to persuasion

To Seventeen this song was an essay on ache, her ache. It smouldered beneath the surface just as she felt herself beginning to.

The opening couplet was like a lit match dropped at a BBQ into the dry scrub.

East or West
Where’s the best.
For romancing?

Seventeen felt like she was this girl, they both had the same needs. They both yearned. They were like the ribbon of white smoke from the discarded match that was barely perceptible against the scorched grass.

Ricks touch as he guided her was firm yet gentle, they flowed as one person.

With a friend I can smile
But with a lover I could hold my head back
I could really laugh
Really laugh

The young girl nestled in his strong arms felt as if this song flipped on its head the notion that steadfast friends are more important than romantic involvement. In this song the friendships felt like dalliances compared to the fusion of souls that Seventeen and its singer both desperately craved for themselves.

But with a lover?

Seventeen was drawn into the aged over oak, mellow timber of Joans voice as she sang of lovers descending into a world of charcoal and treacle.

She felt him press her closer still, perhaps he felt it too? Reason was floating away as the lyrics and music surrounded them both fusing them together in a surreal and erotic place that was theirs alone...charcoal and treacle with a hint of something more.

She lifted her now deep violet eyes to his mesmerized once more.

Thank you You took me dancing
‘Cross the floor
Cheek to cheek
But with a lover
I could really move
Really move
I could really dance
Really dance

Her head returned to rest against his chest, she could feel his heartbeat beating its own urgent rhythm against her soft cheek. She could feel inch of the hard sinew that was pressed confidently into her vulnerable softness.

With a real lover, I could really move, I could really dance? She could and she was, Such blatant, erotic thoughts were racing through her head; she’d never had a lover. Seventeen could feel herself blushing and buried her head further into his broad chest.

To Joan and herself, cheek to cheek was just going through the motions. What they both desperately wanted, needed, was movement.

Earth shattering movement.

Hemingway style, earth shattering, heart stopping movement!

Nothing less would suffice!

She could feel this with this man in the here and now. It was tilting her ordered world. It was the visceral stuff of dreams, oozing out from her heart via Joans sultry voice right into her solar plexus. She felt as if her very soul were bleeding into his.

Now if I can feel The sun in my eyes
And the rain on my face
Why can’t I feel Love?
I can really love
Really love
Really love
Really love
Really love

Her expressive eyes returned to his, in hers was a soul-bearing plea for love, made excruciatingly beautiful by a the voice surrounding them both which was almost capsized in the swell of pure emotion.

They danced as one in the midst of a song filled with gut wrenching emotion poured out by its singer and silently by the beautiful woman in his arms.

Just take my hand
And lead me where you will
No conversation
No wave goodnight
Just make love
With affection
Sing me another love song
But this time
With a little dedication
Sing it, sing it
You know that’s what I like
Once more with feeling
Give me love

As they danced on eyes to eyes not a single word was spoken by either one in those fused moments. As the heat from the song built so did the heat between them. Raunch and romance. Merging and melting. Joan was singing from her head, heart, and gut. Seventeen felt every potent word, every nuance deep with in her psyche. How could she feel these feelings for a complete and utter stranger?

The small tendril of smoke had grown from a single match into a veritable bush fire, encompassing them both. The eroticism was implicit and palpable. It was classy and really really sexy, as was he. In this moment she wanted this man so badly she ached.

Mine! she thought.

Yours! she felt his soul answer back with conviction

The song ended to Seventeen it felt as if she’d run a marathon. She wanted nothing more than to leave with him right now but knew this wasn’t her destiny. She felt as if her heart would break into a thousand pieces right there on the dance floor.

Without thinking she reached up on tip-toe to place a soft kiss on his shaven cheek inhaling in the pure male essence of who he was.“Thank you,” she whispered huskily as she twirled gracefully out of his arms to disappear into the starlit shadows of the evening much like Cinderella as the clock struck midnight; except that she left nothing behind except her heady fragrance laced with the faint scent of her own deep arousal.

She had gotten her moment, it would be her cross to bear forever. Yet, Seventeen didn’t regret a single bit of it. This precious memory would carry her through anything yet to come.

The distraught girl was crying as she undressed and put away her gown. She was sobbing as she crawled nude beneath the silken sheets pulling the pillow into her face to stifle her sobs of anguish.

Tomorrow she would smile, tomorrow she would be sold. Tomorrow she would loose him forever...


Jeannette’s return.

Jeannette had been away longer than she had hoped. When she returned she found Mr. Harris standing alone at the far end or the ballroom looking out at past the east veranda . She could only see his partial profile but it certainly looked like he might be looking for something or someone. His gaze seemed very intent. Perhaps he spied someone he knew.

Jeannette shrugged she was in a hurry she had an emergency on her hands, if he needed help he would ask for it.

She threaded away across the dance floor and as she had done at their first meeting she placed a gently hand on his shoulder to get his attention. He turned and actually took a step back, he looked like he had seen a ghost. Another time she might have queried as to his state of mind but right now she had to hurry; her mind was most defiantly on other things.

“ Mr. Harris, Rick, I sorry my errand took so long, but we have a bit of an emergency on our hands. A baby is intent on arriving a week early. Her mother wants me by her side. It is another potential Seventeen, very special baby girl, one of a long line of special baby girls. As you eloquently put it, she is another rare and beautiful flower.

Jeannette took his hand. “Hopefully we’ll meet again tomorrow, if not I hope I do hope that you find what you are looking for at the Auction. Goodnight it was a pleasure meeting you.”

Before he could fully respond Jeannette was gone into the night much as her daughter had done moments before, leaving only traces of an achingly familiar perfume in her wake.

Rick remained routed to the spot looking absolutely stunned....

The Party ~ The Initial Conversation with Jeannette

The kiss, had she felt it? For her it had probably been a simple greeting, for him while the original intent had been the same, the result was so much more. The spark, the shiver, the mmmm. He smiled, he couldn't help it. He certainly had felt it, every delicious and intoxicating sensation. And now, as she led him to the secluded spot he had requested, the kiss haunted him. He was filled with regret for ever letting her hand go, as if there had been any other choice.

Suddenly the realization of just how long it had been since he had been with, felt, a woman was painfully evident. Yet that was too simple, too convenient an explanation for the chemical and physical reaction, combustion that in the briefest of moments had rocked his world. My God, who was this woman, what was this place? "Dorothy you're not in Kansas anymore?" Went through his mind.

She walked in front of him, and he watched her shoulders, her bare back, the glide of her stride, and the small, hypnotizing, wiggle of a bottom that should have been chiseled by Michelangelo. He couldn't help but enjoy, drink her in with his eyes, a man should have to pay to watch a woman walk like that, yet he hadn't so he couldn't help but feel guilty for stealing. The walk was too brief, he needed more time to compose himself, regain the surety of the earth beneath his feet, he felt comforted to take a seat and have a deep breath before continuing their conversation.

The waitress came, and took their requests. One thought permeated Rick's brain, is everything, everyone beautiful here, is it possibly real? It was surreal, the ocean, the island, the flora, the fauna, and most of all, the women! Yet in a garden of gorgeous, one flower stood out, a single rose, a yellow rose, so stunning all others were diminished, and here he sat, with that flower, willingly, if only temporarily, indulging his company.

He asked questions, he was an author remember, a literary style infused with investigative journalistic under pinnings. Yet she only smiled, radiated unintended sensuality and took it in, thoughtfully contemplating before responding. Despite his genuine curiosity, he could barely force himself to truly listen to Jeannette's answers. All he wanted to do was stare, gawk, in awe, enjoy the simple perfection of the woman herself. It wasn't just her beauty, it was everything about her, her style, utter command of the situation, and a command of the purest personification of femininity he had ever encountered.

One answer was not quite as forthcoming as the others, a bit of a tease perhaps? “Mr. Harris, yes, I am married. However, as don’t believe that I am on the auction roster tomorrow, let’s leave it at that shall we? I do run this event, party planning is my forte. I am very pleased that my small efforts are to your liking."

It was an opening he was took quick and far too instantantaneously infatuated to let pass. "I don't imagine you are, although you would allow a man to at least dream of that possibility and what it might take to fetch such a treasure...." He smiled and tried to look into her eyes, a bit ashamed he was so clearly flirting with a married woman. "...although I am certain anything might be possible, I truly can't imagine anything you might do not being to my liking."

He had feared he might have crossed a line and he had changed the subject slightly asking about the one girl who had truly captured his attention in review of tomorrow's offerings, the one who, as he remembered, bore a strong resemblance to his hostess. By her answer he took that the girl, while highly thought of, had no more specific relationship to Jeanette than any other.

“Our island is indeed quite magical. Perhaps after your purchase you will decide to stay and enjoy it for a few days? Seventeen is simply delightful, the best of the best, beautifully trained to become the light of a man’s life, which is why she will be auctioned at the very end. Her lineage is impeccable.”

He smiled, "And if I don't purchase tomorrow, would I still be welcome to stay an extra day or two, your island is truly exceptional, but I may not be successful tomorrow. This is my first auction, I honestly don't know how tomorrow will play out..."

He was being honest on many fronts. There was a part of him, appropriate or not, and whether he consciously was acknowledging it or not, that was as attracted to Jeannette as any women he had ever met, and, if he was even more honest, that included the sole love of his life, Rebecca. The second part was Rick was not sure if he was a buyer tomorrow or not. He did not want to prematurely leave.

Further, he had discussed this with Cullen, his editor and friend, the possibility of participation. The publisher had agreed to share a purchase up to a half million dollars, a quarter million from Grapevine, the remainder from Rick, if Rick considered it necessary to his research. However, what exactly he might do with his purchase, or what he might do once the research or book was complete, was not fully discussed. So yes, he might be a buyer, but he had not quite been able to get his head around the actual purchase of another human being.

Therefore, when he had hopped on the plane the day before, Rick had become quite certain he would not be a bidder, not yet, not at his first event. However, now on this island, gazing at Seventeen's profile and picture, and now this highly unexpected attraction and flirtation with Jeannette, he was no longer sure of anything, and that in and of itself was troubling. "....the best of the best...coming from a woman like you, that is quite a compliment..." He nodded, "....but yes, she appears quite remarkable."

It was only then that Rick took a moment, as he considered what had just been discussed, and began to truly notice the quality of the music playing in the background. The selections were quite eclectic a little Sinatra, a song he particularly liked by Pink and Nate Reuss, even a little Duke Ellington "Satin Doll". He had found he was tapping his toe, his body urging him to again risk crossing a line. He had also heard quite enough of Mr. Harris, that was his father, but to anyone he enjoyed, particularly a beautiful woman he was most interested in, he was simply Rick.

Thus he looked into her eyes, his own firing with interest, “Please call me Rick. I noticed that there is a dance floor, one of my passions is dancing. Would it be a breach of protocol if I were to ask you for a single dance? It would certainly be my pleasure to do so.” As he asked he had leaned forward in his seat, demonstrating a genuine eagerness in his body language. An eagerness both to dance, it was a true passion of his, but also to feel, if only for a single song, what a woman like this might feel like in his arms, following his strong lead?

Rick could barely contain his delight as to Jeannette's reply. “ I would love to join you on the dance floor, I too love to dance.” He had just stood up and extended his hand, when they were interrupted and Jeannette momentarily excused herself. He wondered if the moment had been stolen, perhaps for the best, but in that moment he did not feel conservative, or questioning, so instead he just felt momentary loss and hoped it would truly be short lived.

Seventeen's Successful Subterfuge

It is funny how one moments despair can lead to the next moment's jubilation. He had watched her walk out, watched every single step until she disappeared from view, and could not help but reflect on the profoundness of the loss. It was absurd really, they had just met, yet, it seemed like part of him had known her for a very long time, or was it more that a part of him had searched for her for a very long time, without even knowing? These sensations did not come from his highly skilled and intelligent mind, the came from deep inside, from his very soul.

A new song was just starting, a song he did not recognize, yet drew him in. Coincident with the song, there had been a change in the lighting, darker, matching the mood of the lyrics and melody itself. All very seductive and....arousing. He saw her reapproach, from a different angle than she had departed, a delightful surprise. She sauntered over to Rick, threading her finger through the loop on her gown in order to raise its train she offered him her hand . “That didn’t take long, shall we dance.” She lead him onto the dance floor and flowed into his arms. “This is a favourite song of mine”, she whispered in his ear as he guided her closer.

It was the same striking woman, the same rare beauty, yet there was a subtle difference, a difference that he sensed almost immediately and made his heart pound in his chest, pushing its blood to areas most wanting. The sense of careful distancing and reserve seemed diminished, if not gone. He was sure it was his imagination, wishful thinking that somehow the unattainable might be not quite as she seemed. Could he dare hope?

The change in ambiance coupled by her soft and inviting words, all wrapped within her exquisite beauty, seemed to transpose their roles, and a line danced through his mind from one of his favorite moves, Neil Simon's, "The Graduate" Dustin Hoffman's line to Anne Bancroft, "Mrs. Robinson you are trying to seduce me...aren't you?" It was a classic line suggesting as much about Dustin's insecurity and desired interpretation as Anne's willingful instigation.

He did not make the joke, he kept it in his inner dialogue only, for it was too much to hope for and too close to what he wished could be true, but knew could not be. So instead they danced, oh how they danced!

He took her hand and followed, "I'd love to..." and then as he pulled her into hold and felt the goosebumps from her breath and soft words in his ear, "...I have a feeling it will become one of mine as well, or at least a song and a dance I will never forget!" From there it was truly magic.

Never had a woman from the very first step to the very last, so enchanted him and made him want so much more. She, so perfectly fit into his arms, anticipated his ever move, and complemented his considerable skill and deft footwork so perfectly. She was light on her feet, like a feather, carried on the breeze of a summer wind. Yet she was surprisingly strong which enabled seeming effortless grace, through their every spin, turn, release and recapture.

She was supple like the finest of ballet dancers. Rick remembered how taken he had been the first time he had seen the Bolshoi ballet in person, yet now he could not imagine any woman being more graceful or appealing in his arms than this, most lovely, swan.

Yet this was his only chance, and if he could only have a single dance, he knew what he wanted, and how or why he knew that she would be the perfect partner was simply a given, as he was quite certain this woman was capable of anything. "Do you know the rumba, please follow my lead?" Her body and the way she moved into his arms told him really all he needed to know, that this was the beginning of one of the finest moments of his life.

With each step, each turn, each release and then retaking her to hold, the intensity and passion only grew, the heat was palpable, and without looking he knew people were watching. He hoped he was not embarrassing her, putting her and he so much on display. But he knew well, how rare it was to find such a perfect partner, and this would likely be their only dance. So many times they grasped and looked into each other's eyes with a scorching heat. Was is mutual or was this her life, her training and only he was experiencing a true revelation?

With each hold he was more reluctant to let go, he felt himself wanting to take possession, protect, care, nurture and love this woman as such a rare treasure deserved. Who was this man, her husband, could he possibly make her feel like this? He hated the possibility that the answer might well be yes, and more! So he simply didn't think about it, he only enjoyed the moment, his body burning and his arousal peaking. She was like no other, an angel and a siren, a saint to worship and a succubus to steal his soul. It was near the end and in hold for a moment they simply stopped, held, and stared, and if only she knew, he gave himself to her completely, body, mind and soul!

He knew the music was coming to a close, and this moment would be over, as it ended, he was holding her close and strong in his arms. "Thank you for that moment...It was..." He didn't finish. Without thinking she reached up on tip-toe to place a soft kiss on his shaven cheek inhaling in the pure male essence of who he was.“Thank you,” she whispered huskily as she twirled gracefully out of his arms to disappear into the starlit shadows of the evening much like Cinderella as the clock struck midnight; except that she left nothing behind except her heady fragrance laced with the faint scent of her own deep arousal.

His hand was outreached, "NO..." whispered from his lips, his chest heaved and released a sigh of pure satisfaction, tinged with despair. She was gone.

Jeannette Returns - Was it all just a fantasy?

Rick was still standing, his drink back in his hand, but his mind was still swirling, how could she have gone away so quickly when...she was back...coming from the direction she had left the first time. Once again he found himself pivoting to greet her, responding to the gentle touch on his shoulder, a question burning, "Why..." Yet, once again he did not get a chance to complete his thought!

“ Mr. Harris, Rick, I sorry my errand took so long, but we have a bit of an emergency on our hands. A baby is intent on arriving a week early. Her mother wants me by her side. It is another potential Seventeen, very special baby girl, one of a long line of special baby girls. As you eloquently put it, she is another rare and beautiful flower....Hopefully we’ll meet again tomorrow, if not I hope I do hope that you find what you are looking for at the Auction. Goodnight it was a pleasure meeting you.”

"But...of course...Good...." And again, she was gone, this time for the final time. He shook his head. She was all business, no mention of the dance, their moment as if....it had never happened at all? He was confused, bewildered yet still fully, and completely aroused! He looked down into the glass, and then back, "...sorry my errand took so long..."

The Rest of the Night and Morning
A smirk crossed his face...he had just had one of the most amazing, erotic and romantic moments of his life, yet it had seemingly occurred solely in the recesses of his mind. Rick was not much of a drinker, and clearly this island drink was a more potent elixir than he had realized, perhaps even a mild hallucinogenic. He suddenly felt a bit dizzy, certainly disoriented and knew it was time to call it a night. As he stood there he couldn't help but wonder what had been real and what merely a mirage. This island was magic, but was it good or dark?

He set his glass down and quietly took leave. He needed a good nights sleep and hopefully a return to equilibrium. It was a bit of a labyrinth back to his lanai, and as he walked the halls, nearly halfway down, he stopped. He was sure...yes, it was the sound of sobbing coming from one of the rooms. The room was not numbered but he found himself at the door, his hand raised, about to knock.

Should he, who was he to disturb. Given the last few minutes, his romantic and quasi erotic delusions, was he in any shape to help anyone? Rebecca had also taught him, that for a woman, sometimes a good cry is cathartic, and would he be infringing and ruining that moment? His hand still raised, he once again considered knocking. He considered himself chivalrous, the man a woman could rely on in times of distress. So he stood there and listened in silence as the sobs became more measured, as if crying herself to sleep.

One thing was clear, she was not in pain nor seemingly in danger, so after nearly five minutes of listening he continued his journey back to his room That night he slept out on the small veranda, a lounge chair with a blanket and two pillows to comfort him. He slept on the one pillow, and caressed the other. While the encounter may have only been in his mind, the longing for the woman he had danced with there remained. That night, whilst deep in slumber, he dreamed such dreams of her, of the dance, of taking her back.

The poor pillow had never had such romancing, as it was pet and fondled and nearly mounted. When morning came, he realized the blanket was on the floor and he remained outside, now quite naked and exposed. He looked around, thankful for the privacy given each and every room. He went back inside, ordered breakfast, oatmeal, coffee, some dry toast, just in case last night's celebration induced a hangover. He felt quite fine, chipper, and again he wondered how the concoction had induced such thoughts last night yet rendered him feeling so fresh this morning.

Showered, nourished and now wearing his favorite suit, a hand made gun metal gray/blue suit that truly brought out the full color of his eyes and complemented his sandy brown hair and tan complexion. It was an hour before the auction he received a knock at his door. It was the same woman who had been his waitress while he spoke with Jeanette, and she smiled, like she knew a secret he did not.

It was a bit of a walk to the auction theatre, and he was left alone in his private viewing chamber, one way glass, allowing him to view the platform below. Their was a white button he could hit to speak directly into the auction arena, and a green button he could press for service or to be taken down to directly interact with the item up for bid.

He was offered any drink he might like, but bottled water would do just fine. He felt his heart beating as the time for the auction to start approached, a bit of an adrenaline rush. There was a dimming of the lights in his suite and suddenly a voice, over the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present our first...."

The aftermath ~ Early Saturday morning

Some sixth sense told her that someone was outside of her door. Seventeen stilled her sobs on a small hiccup not wanting anyone even her mother to intrude on her privacy right now. The small intrusion was timely or else she might have fallen asleep without tending to her toilette, waking up with puffy eyes and blotchy skin wouldn’t have been conducive to attracting a man who might come to love her.

Seventeens dreams that night were fraught with steamy interludes, sensual music and almost nude bodies twined around one another in the intricacies of some passionate impossible dance, she awoke barely rested; this wouldn’t do at all.

There was a note from her mother on her iPad, she wouldn’t be there to help her as the birth she was attending was becoming troublesome, she would assign an attendant in her place. Seventeen sighed with relief it was hard to hide anything from her mamon, she would know immediately that all was not well with her daughter. How could she possible confide what she had done....confide her feelings, her resulting inner turmoil that she knew she had to bury somehow.

Seventeen glanced at the clock she had maybe 3 hours hours before her attendant would arrive. She needed some sort of closure. She would head out into the island to her favourite spot it, was secluded and boasted an underground hot spring, she would soak, say her goodbyes to Rick then meditate her stress away. She would once more become the perfect offering that she had trained all of her young life to be.

The trouble was Seventeen now desired the unobtainable...

Still waters run deep.

It was a troubled girl who slipped off her robe before slipping gently into the small pool, it’s warmth instantly surrounding her like a comfortable hug. Floating on her back in the gently turbulent waters she let herself drift her eyes searching the blue skies as if looking for answers there.

She looked like a sensual wood nymph, her long limbed body was totally nude offering peek a boo glimpses of her firm breasts and smooth mons as she floated, moved this way and that by the underground hot spring which fed this tropical pool. Her long hair was like an erotic living entity as it swirled around her slender form, looking for all the world like it was taking small liberties as it touched her sun kissed skin at will.

It was inevitable that her mind turned to thoughts of Rick and the sensual dance they shared. So many potent memories in one heady moment that might well have to last her a lifetime. She would take one last small peek before she placed them in a mahogany box wrapped with a red ribbon placing them in safe storage within her battered heart forever.

Her eyes closed and she imagined that the waters were indeed Rick wrapping her in safety of his strong virile arms as they danced. "...I have a feeling it will become one of mine as well, or at least a song and a dance I will never forget!" she heard him murmur against her neck. From the first touch of his fingers on hers she had known that he would change her life forever.

Cheek to cheek. Mind to mind.

She had never before had a little romancing quite like theirs, deep, profound, complete.

Seventeen had progressed to master level in all the dances she had studied, had spent hours with a partner perfecting the delicious intricacies of the Rhumba, a sultry dance known as the dance of love. Yet, she this far had only tasted it on a purely intellectual level. Never had she experienced it on a deep visceral level.

Sexual tension had oozed between them as they had danced.

"Do you know the rumba, please follow my lead?" he had whispered. Seven had actually thought she did until she danced it with him, she knew the steps but had never till then experienced the hedonistic depths to which they could take her. When Sam her partner had stretched her leg up above her head and ran his and from ankle to upper thigh it had been a testament to her flexibility along with a few stifled giggles where his touch had tickled her sensitive flesh.

With Rick...

Seventeen shivered in remembrance.

Electricity had travelled from his hand along her extended leg and deep into they very core of her, she had melted and arched closer wanting more. In her minds eye she had looped her leg over his shoulder as he pulled her closer still sliding her onto his burning shaft right there on the dance floor. His hardness had burned its way in and out of her tight depths before he turned her away from him to bend, guide and wrap the same leg backwards around his hips before entering her again from behind. She felt his heat as her tight bottom met his taut belly. Sensually she had arched her neck backwards to receive his all consuming kiss.

Seventeen moaned as her own fingers moved upwards along that same dancers leg to touch the swollen needy flesh between her legs as her memory of what might have been took possession of her fevered body. The other hand held onto the side of the rock pool as she pleasured herself imagining that those devastating fingers were His not hers.

It was his name that tumbled from her lips as a slow luxurious orgasm overtook possession of her body and mind. It was his blazing blue eyes that stamped their fiery brand opon her smouldering soul as she climaxed.

Give me love, Give me love, Give me love, Love, love, love...

Seventeen didn’t want the steamy feelings to end, she wanted to remain in her pool forever with her fantom lover.

This wasn’t to be, regretfully she withdrew her fingers and the music abruptly stopped...

"Thank you for that moment...It was..." He didn't finish.

Seventeen felt distraught she stood up in the pool looking around as if searching for him

Her hand was outreached, "NO..." whispered from her lips, her chest heaved and released a sigh of pure satisfaction, tinged with despair.

His image was gone just as she had been gone the night before.

“ Don’t leave me...”

It took her a full minute to realize that it had all been in her head, a figment of her fertile imagination.

Her body still yearned for him, she still felt his presence, that was very real indeed...

The pool water was dripping in rivulets from her lithe aroused body intermingling with the tears running freely from her stormy violet eyes as she conjured up her small mahogany box.

Placing a soft loving kiss on its lid she resolutely locked it tightly in the recesses of her aching heart, as she valiantly tried to banish him from her mind.

The good bye!

Yoga would help more than meditation. Seventeen stretched tall, her slender fingers reached heaven wards as she began to pay homage to the sun. She would do a salutation to the sun goddess hoping to loose herself in a familiar routine before she returned to ready herself for her auction. Sun salutations were quieting, she would use hers to calm her mind and draw her awareness inward, she needed the quiet tranquility they would afford her mind this morning.

Nude as the day she was born she retrieved the yoga mat she had brought with her from the grass and opened it spreading it reverently over the mosy ground.

It was a somber Seventeen who stood at the end of her mat facing where the sun was rising her palms pressed together close to her heart, her beautiful eyes fluttering closed as she slowly began to move. Bathed in the suns warm magic it was a transformed woman who gracefully flowed from one posture to the other her movements sure and strong until her torso and limbs were bathed in a fine sheen of perspiration.

She looked like some pagan goddess as she paid homage to the sun; her strong limber body bending and stretching, the lean sure muscles standing out in sharp relief as they were highlighted by the soft caress of suns soothing rays.

Strong and primal the young woman was totally unaware of the sensual tableau she presented to wildlife that abounded on the island.

Five full sun salutations were completed as she became one with her environment, centred once more, she finally stopped.

As her eyes became visible again they were deep blue and serene. Calmly she rolled up her mat, slipped on her robe, to head bare foot to her room to prepare for her upcoming auction.

The Auction ~ Late Saturday morning.

There was a dimming of the lights and suddenly a voice, over the speaker. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present our first...."

The auction had begun and she would be last. Seventeen knew what she needed to be; arousal was an act of will was it not? She would access her precious memory if need be, she could not fail herself or her parents on this most important day.

She was in a circular private viewing room kneeling in the middle of a soft pool of defused light which for the moment represented her whole world, covered from head to foot in a soft grey cloak only her startling eyes and serene face were visible, staring straight ahead. This was her destiny she had been created for what was about to happen.

She was to find a Master of her very own and she would be sold to the highest bidder.

Her heart was pounding in her chest not out of fear but out of pure excitement. It never occurred to seventeen to worry about who this would be or if they would cherish or abuse her all that mattered was that she would be owned, she would belong. All her many years of training had been a lead up to this; it was her kismet, the pleasing of another in all ways, physically, emotionally, intellectually! To find her Master would complete her as a woman, Seventeen until recently had known no other reality, she had wanted none…

Suddenly a disembodied voice came from the speakers hidden in the walls; it startled her causing her heart to skitter in her chest. She had a single moment of trepidation, what if the faceless ones behind the glass failed to find her pleasing?

"Slave Seventeen stand, remove your robe. Present for viewing!"

Seventeen arose in one fluid movement allowing the robe to fall and puddle softly around her dainty feet; she was totally nude beneath it, her waist long hair lying in a single thick braid down her slender back almost touching an exquisitely formed derrière.

Stepping in front of her robe she placed one pointed toe in front and slightly to one side, as she gracefully raised both arms upwards above her head crossing them at the wrists, her actions lifting and accentuating her beautiful breasts. Her movements were like those of a dancer preparing for the opening stanza to her music. One beat…. two beats and then she began to move….

Slowly, fluidly, using her pointed toe to pivot her around on her supporting leg, she turned full circle for their viewing pleasure. The music was in this beauty’s head and any who watched her could clearly hear it resonating through their respective souls. One would have to be dead not to be moved by the vision before them. Seventeen took her time, her small sensuous motions seamless, giving her observers a clear view of all that she had to offer them, it seemed as if she were moving in slow motion.

“Kneel 17!"

She sunk down to the floor and knelt, her slender fingers interlaced behind her head, her elbows pushed backwards, her lovely back a graceful arc, her tummy tight, and her eyes demurely downcast. Slowly, she opened her thighs; there was no place for modesty in this sacred place. She opened them to a seemingly impossible distance revealing her private charms to all that had eyes to see them. Her Venus mound was smooth, swollen and very much aroused; small pearls of her sweet juices could be seen clinging to the puffy pink inner lips. Her breathing deepened as she clung to her precious memory causing her breasts to rise and fall as if begging for attention.

What would this unseen buyer see as her looked down upon her?

The young woman knew that she was pleasing to the eye, she did after all see her reflection every day in ballet class. To keep her mind firmly off her arousal she took a mental inventory of what her new potential Master might see.

She was petite in stature with the most minuscule of waists tapering into a pair of long beautifully sculptured legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were small but full, her aureoles huge islands of the deepest pink perfection, each tipped by a pouty tempting nipple. Nipples which at this moment were proudly standing, twin hard peeks of feminine arousal, as if waiting for a pair of fingers. His fingers to touch and caress."Stop!” she told herself firmly before continuing on with her self appraisal. Her face she considered normal except for a pair of startlingly blue eyes which could change to the deepest violet when she was aroused, diluting to the palest of blues when she became afraid.

Seventeen of course wouldn't view it as such, yet her crowning glory was in fact her long thick, wavy hair. Light brown it was interlaced with highlights of the purest gold; it looked like the sun descended from heavens to personally interweave moon beams throughout its luscious strands.

Her inner dialog stopped as she heard the heavy door swish open, her heart beat accelerated with anticipation...

She kept her eyes routed to the floor as she was appraised. The man who might buy her radiated Dominance and something else she couldn't define, it almost made her skin begin to crawl.

He ran a calloused hand down her soft arm and over the curve of her hip before pausing at her tender inner thigh. Settling his bulk between her knees he squatted down, she could smell his power and something darker yet. His hand left her thigh to probe none to gently her soft inner recesses before tugging and twisting at her sensitive labia. He trailed a finger up her belly testing the weight of first one young breast then the other before rubbing his thumb over an already aroused nipple. It was disconcerting even to one trained such as she was.Throughout it all she never broke protocol, not even when without warning he roughly grasped her nipple and viciously twisted it while holding the other to her sex as if testing her reactions.

Seventeen stifled her small yelp of pain remaining outwardly composed even when her chin was raised and she looked into a pair of the coldest, darkest obsidian eyes.

“ Little slut, you don’t respond as I would wish to pain, that will change should I decide to buy you”

Her eyes were almost devoid of colour as she watched him leave, it took all of her will not to tremble. Seventeen had been fully appraised as to what type of Master she might encounter, in this respect she was not naive. Whomever bought her she would serve with diligence. Still growing up she like teenage girls the world over had girlish fantasies; one was that she would be eventually sold to a Master who would come to love and cherish her. Recently she had met such a man hadn't she? Stop! she told herself resolutely for a second time.

No other came to inspect her not a single one and as the seconds ticked away into minutes the young girl began to feel the first stirrings of fear settle deep within the pit of her belly.

There would be no knight if shinning armour this she knew with certainty, but what if it were He, the man with dark obsidian eyes. Seventeen shuddered at the very thought...

The Auction ~ Late Saturday morning

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present our first...."

Rick took a deep breath, trying to understand the anxiety and anticipation that was suddenly raging through his body. The lights had flickered and dimmed within the sweet mere seconds before the announcement had come across the speaker, and now the room was barely brighter than a single candle might illuminate in an otherwise dark powder room.

The room itself was small, perhaps 8x10, with a single couch and and small coffee table, pressed up against the viewing window, to sit on and place your drink. There was a small walkway between the table and couch where Rick could walk if he chose and another two feet where he could stand directly in front of the window. The window itself was floor to ceiling, covering the entire wall facing the viewing area, which was in itself no more than 15 foot in diameter.

Rick's suite was on the upper level, but in looking across at the other darkened windows, it seemed as if there were two levels of suites, completely encircling the viewing area, with a small door which allowed the entry of the items to be auctioned or bidders desiring closer inspection. Inside the suite, there was a white button he could hit to speak directly into the auction arena, and a green button he could press for service or to be taken down to directly interact with the item up for bid.

None of this explained the anxiety or anticipation, for Rick had assumed the setup would be something similar, as before hand he had been assured that during the auction he would be kept private from both the items up for bit, but the other auction bidders. No, the anticipation and anxiety was solely for her and how that brief but powerful meeting had filled his mind, heart and soul in ways he hadn't thought possible. And now, as he watched the proceedings begin he was feeling a void and sense of despair, realizing he could never have what now suddenly and so utterly consumed him!

He truly could not comprehend the transformation that had occurred. Twenty-four hours earlier, he had been traveling on a plan, curious but with near zero intent to participate in today’s proceedins. He was here to do what he had been trained to do, clinically observe and translate his observations into compelling aspects of his next opus.
The cocktail party had started innocuously enough, mostly men, striking the pose of dominance and possession, he had found it interesting and almost comical the testosterone that filled the room. He couldn’t help but think there was some severe compensating happening, but he paid it little heed. His attention had been far more focused on the relatively few submissives that were there as attractive accompaniment.

He had looked for signs of intimidation or outright abuse, for what possessed one human to willingly submit total control to another? Yet, he had not seen that, quite the contrary, for the most part he had seen adoration and peace in their persona and demeanor and thus his mindset had begun to shift.

Yet, that had been the prelude, to her, Jeanette, quite simply the most captivating and appealing woman he had ever met. Yet, even she was nuanced. At first she was stunningly attractive, but appropriately distanced, but then, the dance, or the dream, or whatever? But that woman, or his dream had been open, wanting, and ever so briefly he sensed that same adoration he had witnessed in others, but even more, there was an attraction and chemistry that seemed beyond compare? In that moment, never had he dreamed he could so want to possess another. Now as the auction began, that opportunity would be provided, but did he want to, could he, act?

And with that question, the proceedings began, with Rick unsure if he would act, could act, yet trying to resist a clear, latent, desire, that was now burning within him. The first item up for bid was Yua. Rick knew enough Japanese to know that the name meant binding love and affection. She was lovely, on the petite side but with perfectly proportioned curves. Her hair was a beautiful silky blace, bobbed at her shoulders with exquisite almond, brown eyes. He wondered if the name was given her or chosen, for she had not been raised on the island but had come of her own choice to be trained and sold into the lifestyle.

Rick found himself looking her up and down, and while she was attractive, he was not attracted. She had almost immediately slipped off her covering and while feminine had no issue with gracefully but proudly displaying her wares. It was then that a regal looking gentleman Rick recognized from the night before buzzed and came into the room. He walked around her, running his hand down the curve of her back and perfectly proportioned derriere. He combed his fingers through her hair and he watched her nipples harden even more tightly in response.

That was the end, and when he walked out the bidding commenced. Bidding began at $150,000, which he would learn was the minimum opening bid. It didn't take long, as the bidding quickly escalated, moving in $25 and 50 thousand dollar increments, before closing at $425,000. From there proceeded a virtual rainbow of beautiful and available women. Only one other was inspected by hand, however the first participant was the top price paid until 17 took the stage.

Rick had found the entire exercise fascinating, he had taken note of the look on each girl's face and body language. They were nearly identical and it became clear the thoroughness of the training. In each instance, mere seconds after bidding closed, the buyer would enter the room and the woman up for bid would meet her new owner. Sometimes there was a brief indication of affection, a small touch of some kind, other times there was nothing but a formal acknowledgement before the woman was taken away by a handler and the new owner assumedly went back to his viewing suite to potentially participate further.

In virtually every instance the reaction from the girl was the same, only a few times had their been glee, but always professional and demure. The buyers on the other hand ranged from quite warm to utter disdain, and Rick could not help but feel a sense of horror for what the future life might bring to pets of these seemingly cold hearted men.

Finally, the last parcel was up for bid. Rick had tried hard not to think about it, but even before she was announced he felt his heart skip a beat and he naturally stood up in his chair. She walked in, a gorgeous, light silvery blue cape covering her head and body. When she took the hat off, he thought he had seen a ghost, as those eyes, were they eyes that had transfixed him the night before, or at least a perfect replica thereof.

"Slave Seventeen stand, remove your robe. Present for viewing!"

Seventeen arose in one fluid movement allowing the robe to fall and puddle softly around her dainty feet; she was totally nude beneath it, her waist long hair lying in a single thick braid down her slender back almost touching an exquisitely formed derrière.

Stepping in front of her robe she placed one pointed toe in front and slightly to one side, as she gracefully raised both arms upwards above her head crossing them at the wrists, her actions lifting and accentuating her beautiful breasts. Her movements were like those of a dancer preparing for the opening stanza to her music. One beat…. two beats and then she began to move….

Slowly, fluidly, using her pointed toe to pivot her around on her supporting leg, she turned full circle for their viewing pleasure. The music was in this beauty’s head and any who watched her could clearly hear it resonating through their respective souls. One would have to be dead not to be moved by the vision before them. Seventeen took her time, her small sensuous motions seamless, giving her observers a clear view of all that she had to offer them, it seemed as if she were moving in slow motion.

“Kneel 17!"

Rick was mesmerized, he couldn't take his eyes off of her, and he couldn't help but feel he had a connection with this girl. He pictured back to the night before, but he knew this was not Jeanette, but it could be, how could they be so similar? As she knelt, she looked up, and he was hers. If he could have reached down through the window and cradled her cheek he would have. She was stunning, perfection, yet all he wanted to do was to redrape the cloak and sweep her away, this was not to be shared, yet it had to be.

He felt his pulse start to race, he looked up, but the bidding had not commenced, what should he, would he, do? Then again, with all of her perfect features, her exquisite female anatomy on display, he looked only into those eyes which were speaking to his very sole. How he wished she could feel what he was feeling, he wanted affirmation, had last night been a dream, he thought not, it had been her, he was almost certain, and that explained everything, including the fact that the most magical three minutes of his life had not been purely a function of his over active imagination.

She sunk down to the floor and knelt, her slender fingers interlaced behind her head, her elbows pushed backwards, her lovely back a graceful arc, her tummy tight, and her eyes demurely downcast. Slowly, she opened her thighs; there was no place for modesty in this sacred place. She opened them to a seemingly impossible distance revealing her private charms to all that had eyes to see them. Her Venus mound was smooth, swollen and very much aroused; small pearls of her sweet juices could be seen clinging to the puffy pink inner lips. Her breathing deepened as she clung to her precious memory causing her breasts to rise and fall as if begging for attention.


She was so elegant, a prima ballerina as she displayed herself for bid. He did indulge himself, how could he not? He drank in every glorious inch, and he realized, she was heroine, instantly and forever addictive, and he was a junkie, who could not live without her. Was there a button he could hit to end this...name your price, he would pay, just please, please, cover her up....she should not be for sale!

Yet, he knew, there was no way to stop it. This tender flower, this sweetest of roses, this embodiment of perfection would be put on display, to be enjoyed by everyone and purchased by anyone, and the entire thought suddenly sickened him. He pressed his hand against the glass, his arm raised above his head. The ironic thing was his motivation wasn't purely owning her, in fact he didn't know exactly what that might mean, it was more, that no one else should. He would wait, and then he would bid, by God he would bid...no matter what it took! Then a shudder went through his body, what if he didn't have enough?

The young woman knew that she was pleasing to the eye, she did after all see her reflection every day in ballet class. To keep her mind firmly off her arousal she took a mental inventory of what her new potential Master might see.

She was petite in stature with the most minuscule of waists tapering into a pair of long beautifully sculptured legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were small but full, her aureoles huge islands of the deepest pink perfection, each tipped by a pouty tempting nipple. Nipples which at this moment were proudly standing, twin hard peeks of feminine arousal, as if waiting for a pair of fingers. His fingers to touch and caress.

From on high he watched, fervently hoping the bidding would commence only to feel his heart sink as he heard the heavy door swish open, he felt a wave of nausea as he watched the overweight man with the soulless eyes enter...Rick could not look away, it was like watching a car crash, his eyes full of horror!

She kept her eyes routed to the floor as she was appraised. The man who might buy her radiated Dominance and something else she couldn't define, it almost made her skin begin to crawl.

He ran a calloused hand down her soft arm and over the curve of her hip before pausing at her tender inner thigh. Settling his bulk between her knees he squatted down, she could smell his power and something darker yet. His hand left her thigh to probe none to gently her soft inner recesses before tugging and twisting at her sensitive labia. He trailed a finger up her belly testing the weight of first one young breast then the other before rubbing his thumb over an already aroused nipple. It was disconcerting even to one trained such as she was.Throughout it all she never broke protocol, not even when without warning he roughly grasped her nipple and viciously twisted it while holding the other to her sex as if testing her reactions.

Seventeen stifled her small yelp of pain remaining outwardly composed even when her chin was raised and she looked into a pair of the coldest, darkest obsidian eyes.

“ Little slut, you don’t respond as I would wish to pain, that will change should I decide to buy you”

With his every movement Rick cringed, and as he reached into her folds, his folds, he pounded his fist against the glass, "NOOOOO!!!! STOPPP ITTT!!!!" he screamed, to no avail. The room was soundproof and this was the process...no matter how barbaric he considered the behavior. Rick was not a man prone to violence, he considered violence the tool of the mundane and unsophisticated, and the tricks he used on the beautiful young girl to be the cruel mechanisms of a man who was entirely incapable of appreciating and enjoy real beauty and the charms of a female.

He was not prone to violence, but if he could have, at that moment he would have done anything he could to stop the man, up to, and including, gladly taking his life. He sighed with relief as the man left, but his words echoed within him, "...should I decide to buy you" Like hell would he buy her, not if Rick had a penny left to spend, and he had many, many pennies.

"$250,000"...the opening bid was a full $100,000 higher than any previous opening and Rick's heart again sank, the next bid doubled that amount, and it was clear, 17 was clearly "the best of the best" as Jeanette had said, and the bidders were well aware. Neither of the first two bids were Rick's but the third one would be. The agreement with his publisher was 50/50 through the first half million dollars, but that fact now meant nothing. This process was turning into the cruelest of anguish and he could bare it no more. Rick's fingers flew across the keyboard, "$1,500,000!" He could almost hear the gasps from the surrounding suites. The bidding might continue but at a minimum the riff raff would realize they could not play this high stakes game. No item had ever fetched such a reward, yet even later, when the realization fully hit that he had paid nearly 20 percent of his net worth and seventy percent of his liquidity in a single moment, did he ever think anything other than it was the deal of a lifetime.

The bid made, he waited, and waited, but soon the silence told the tale, Rick had won. To others he was the winner of a sex slave, to him, he had redeemed his soul from endless regret. He rang the button to be taken down, his heart racing, a grin that could not be wiped from his face. He was down the elevator and let into the room. As he walked in he saw the palor of her eyes, the brilliant violet color he had so recently enjoyed gone, replaced with the softest of blue. She was frightened, and his heart melted.

He closed quickly and placed a hand on her slender waist, the other cradled her cheek, and from nowhere came the pet name that would be hers forever more as he spoke in little more than a whisper, "Do not be frightened LITTLE ONE, you are safe now, you...are MINE!"

His eyes ran up and down her beautiful young face, and for the briefest of moments he considered kissing her, the consequence of a night time of dreams imagining exactly that, but that would need to wait, and he would need to be certain, that kissing him was not her job but rather her desire?

One other thing happened as he looked into those eyes, he became certain, and thus he leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "Last night...the dance...it was you, wasn't it? I can't wait to have a second." He leaned back and gave a small wink, and then turned toward her handler. "So I take it we will settle up...and then can she be brought to me?"

The handler was a girl not much older than 17, and she nodded at Rick. "Of course Sir, but remember you have a twenty four hour reclaiming period, after that all sales are final. However, should you..." she looked at 17's gorgeous young body and then back at Rick, "...choose to partake of her virtue, then the purchase is complete."

Rick looked at her, he had probably read but since he hadn't thought he would purchase, he had not paid appropriate to the fine print. He thought of Jeannette's offer from last evening, "Would you mind if we stayed here a bit longer, a few days, maybe a week before we leave, I would like to have you show me where you grew up?"

Rick looked back at the handler, "I believe they have the wiring instructions to my accounts, the funds will be released when they receive the request to wire." He wanted to get the business out of the way, he found it demeaning. His focus was purely on the girl. Again he leaned in so only she could hear. "Last night was magical, we were magical...and it was only the beginning." He was about to turn away and let her get ready, but turned back, "The dress, the one you wore...I hope you will bring it with you?"

He thought he saw the color coming back into her eyes, the color he hoped he could keep there always.

One Hour Later

After leaving her, Rick went back to his lanai, the last night and today now a blur. He messaged his publisher, "I can't believe I did it, but just wait...wait until you meet her." The message was brief and Cullen chuckled when he received it. It was not a message typical of his friend, usually so measured and thoughtful, it seemed more like a schoolboy head over heels.

The next hour seemed like an eternity, and despite his fascination and infatuation with all that 17 possessed, he was unsure. He had purchased a human being...an angel...yet where did he...they go from here. He knew he was thinking too much, he needed to take it one step at a time....and then the knock came, two short quick wraps. He felt himself catch his breath, he realized his heart was racing as he got up...and walked to answer his door....

It is Done.

The auction finally over Seventeen shakily wrapped herself in her cloak as she was led by a generic handler to a holding room. Her mind was blank, her many questions pushed aside by fear.

The handler left her instructing her to wait.

Seventeen looked around realizing that she was in a small private sitting room. She spied a sofa and sat. Her excited friend Lani arrived in Lieu of her mother. The arrival of Lani was a relief, if it were not for her timely arrival Seventeen felt that she would surely fall apart. She felt shut down, adrift and defiantly a failure to her extensive training.

Lani was chattering a mile a minute as she sat on the sofa beside her. “It was amazing to watch Seventeen, I cannot wait until it is my turn next year. You must be so excited. You are now owned!”

Her voice lowered almost to a reverent whisper as she turned Seventeen to face her. “Girl you brought the highest price ever. "$1,500,000!"

Lani shook her friend gently finally noticing her lack of reaction.

”What’s wrong aren’t you pleased? Someone must have wanted you very much to pay that price, maybe a rich Sheik has bought you for his harem, you’ll be his top girl!”

Seventeen shuddered. A Sheik who craved a pain slut, her friend was right who else could afford that kind of money?

Her eyes widened bleaching to the palest of blue as she valiantly tried to hold back her tears. It shouldn’t bother her, but it did. The door slid open saving her from a reply.

Seventeen stood up while unnoticed Lani slipped silently away. One hand subtly pulled her robe closer around her nude form. Her whole body tensing as she closed her slender hand into a ball causing her long nails to press deeply into her palm. It was grounding, it was painful, but she supposed she’d have to get used to it, might as well start now.

The terrified girl forced herself to turn around, eyes resolutely on the ground like a well trained slave.

Her buyer crossed the room quickly sliding his hand beneath her robe placing it possessively on her slender waist while with his other hand gently cupped her cheek. Seventeen made herself remain still while her mind screamed at her to step back. Surprisingly it was warmth, not pain she felt, his touch was familiar to her senses, her fingers relaxed as she slowly raised her eyes to his...

Was she dreaming? Seeing the man she wanted, rather than the one who had actually bought her, was she going insane?

His voice sounded very real indeed , warm and full of caring.

"Do not be frightened LITTLE ONE, you are safe now, you...are MINE!"

For a moment she felt like she might flat out faint as her heart skipped several beats at his passionate declaration.

It was very defiantly Rick who had bought her! Her heart restarted causing a rush of heady sensation to race across every inch of her soft skin.

She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, wanted to plant soft kisses all over his chiseled face, wanted to laugh, wanted to cry. She felt frozen in the moment she still could not move, could not utter a single coherent sound.

She was HIS!

His eyes seem to be devouring her, it almost felt like he was memorizing every valley and plane that was hers alone until his mesmerizing blue eyes finally found and held her own.

"Last night...the dance...it was you, wasn't it? I can't wait to have a second."

Still she could not speak, she could only nod her yes in answer to his question.

Their connection broke as he momentarily turned away to speak to her handler. Seventeen heard their business interactions as if through a long tunnel until one phrase brought everything back into vivid focus:

“However, should you..." she looked at 17's gorgeous young body and then back at Rick, "...choose to partake of her virtue, then the purchase is complete."

Seventeen could feel herself blushing like a school girl and so she dropped her eyes again.

Once again she was terrified this was some horrific mistake, that the other had bought her, that they would realize their mistake and he would come to claim her.

Did she, Seventeen deserve to have her fantasy of a knight in shinning armour made real? She, the careless girl who had impersonated her mother and broken the rules without heed to the consequences.

Seventeen wanted to drop to her knees and beg him to take her right there on the carpet, seal the deal, make her sale final; save her from the man with devils eyes!

Her panic stilled as he spoke again.

"Would you mind if we stayed here a bit longer, a few days, maybe a week before we leave, I would like to have you show me where you grew up?"

Her eyes found his widening again but this time in wonderment.

“Yes please,” she managed to finally whisper.

She wanted him to kiss her, her eyes fluttered closed imagining his lips on hers. She missed the rest of their conversation lost in her mystical kiss until he leaned into her, she could feel his heat. "Last night was magical, we were magical...and it was only the beginning."

The bemused girl could only smile softly, she had no words. Could dreams really come true?

Some part of her still thought this might be a dream, a coping mechanism for what was really happening. She watched with longing as he began to leave her.

“Noooooo....” she wanted to cry out, “don’t leave me.”

Then he briefly turned.

"The dress, the one you wore...I hope you will bring it with you?"

She would, if this were real.

The door closed and a bereft Seventeen began to sob her heart out for the second time in so many days. If it wasn’t real she was going insane, if it were real she had reacted as if she didn’t have a brain in her head.

Lani once again rushed in and stopped dead.

“Why are you crying, don’t you like him?”

She wrapped her arms around her friend. “Stop crying he is gorgeous, did you see the way he looked at you? Oh my God! he’s in love with you. I thought for sure that he would devour you right there on the spot!”

”Je veux ma maman,” Seventeen pleaded lapsing into French.

“I’ll take you to your room , I’ll find her and send her to, you I promise.” Lani reassured her.


Mother and daughter reunion.

Her mother was already in Seventeen’s bedroom when her distraught daughter came barreling into the room and into her arms. Jeannette was sitting on her daughter’s bed crying her own tears over a stuffy she had given her baby girl when she had just turned one. Mother and daughter held tightly to one another their individual tears mingling as in a barrage of rapid fire French they poured out their fears to one another.

Seventeen poured out her subterfuge and the love she had experienced because of it:her fears during the auction, her fear that the man with the devils eyes would steal her away, her fear that she was no longer a good slave! Her mother confessed her worries: her fear that she hadn’t got to say her goodbyes, that she had failed to help her daughter through the stressful auction process, her fear that she had put her another child’s needs above those of her own flesh and blood.

Their tears slowed and heart beats stilled as they both took comfort in one another’s arms rocking softly to some inner lullaby.

“Seventeen you are his you belong to Rick Harris. It was he who bought you, he waived the grace period, he has already wired your fee.” Her mother reassured her.

“Mamon, what if he truly desires you and not me?”

Jeannette placed a finger under her chin firmly raising her daughters stormy violet eyes to hers.

“ I am taken silly girl, he knows that. Ma Petite, we did have a brief connection that is true, but it was you on that dance floor, you whose soul entwined with his. Did he not tell you that he knew it was you? Did he not say that you were His?”

At her daughters reluctant nod she pulled her up to standing.

“ I will help you get ready. You won’t take the golden dress you will go to him wearing it.”

Jeannette kissed her daughter gently on each cheek.

“You will go to him as your usual open, sunny self. You will trust the process, you will trust him. Peux-tu faire ça pour moi?”

“Qui, Mamon,” she answered smiling. “I will try.”

30 minutes later Seventeen was dressed in her golden dress looking very much as she had the night of the cocktail party; the only differences were, that her long wavy hair was hanging free and she was totally devoid of make up.

They both stood in front of the mirror arms wrapped lovingly around one another as they often had done before. Mother and daughter two bodies, one beating heart.

“Mama, will you come with me?”

“No my darling, this you will do alone. I’ll pack for you and have your things sent over. We will visit once your settled.”

Jeannette guided her beautiful daughter to the door.

“ Go now, it is time, show him your heart. Fly Free, ma chérie.”

As Jeannette watched her only child walk gracefully away she truly hoped that her instincts had been correct. It was an act of faith in part that she had sent her daughter to find her own path, to in a sense fly free with a man that perhaps was not of their community.

Here training was all, the process was revered, almost sacred, dating back for generations. Seventeen was of a generational line of prized females. Yet here it was that she, her mother, was encouraging her to break with tradition, to trust her destiny.

Jeannette herself was truly happy, thriving here on the island with her soulmate, this was her destiny. She knew instinctively her own flesh and blood, her precious daughter needed so much more than this lifestyle could provide her with.

She had never kept a secret from Sebastian, this was her very first. Jeannette knew with absolute certainty that he would never understand the why of this at all!



10 minutes later.

Seventeen stood outside of Rick Harris’s doorway and placed both of her palms on its smooth surface before resting her forehead there. She could feel his presence even through the thickness of the door. Taking a deep breath she finally straightened lifting her hand to knock.

Seconds later the door opened and there he stood. He looked so serious as he gazed at her standing on the threshold to his life. Seventeen had been meticulously trained. At the very least she should have dropped to her knees. She did not.

Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. Show him your heart

Breaking all protocol she closed the small distance between them pressing her lithe body into his arms while wrapping her slender arms around him urging him closer.

“ Sir, I need, I want ...you... please.” she whispered against his chest. Her agonized words spoke of the deep visceral, heartfelt need she had for him.

Seventeen could feel her edges dissolving as her soul sought out his. Her softness bled into his hardness like the perfect lock and key. Could he love her back imperfect slave that she was?

“Trust Him!”

Tentatively she lifted her head, her deep violet eyes radiating her own love and yearning as she’d searched the vibrant blue of his for her own answers.

“Am I truely Yours?”

Taking Care of Business

Before Rick returned to his lanai, the room that would be his and seventeen’s over the next few days, or so he anticipated, he had some business to do.

Leaving her, if only for a moment had been difficult, not taking her into his arms and kissing her even harder. From above, looking down he had been smitten, but when he walked into the room and actually met her, saw the reaction to his appearance and heard her soft, angelic like responses, he was completely consumed. All he wanted to do was be alone, immerse himself in her, and feel what is was like to become one with the heavens, for if she was not an angel, than no such being existed.

She had only spoken a few words, at first he feared she did not like him, or was disappointed, had the magic of last night’s encounter been his and his alone? But then, those eyes! Those eyes drained of color as she was groped and ....yuck....he shuddered at the disgusting advances the one bidder had taken with his possession, rage still coursed through his body at the thought. His mind went back to last night, the deep violet of the woman who kissed his cheek and forever sealed his heart, and then the blue near white he walked into, only as their brief time in the holding room progressed, began refilling with vibrancy.

He hoped her mind and heart realized the chemical reaction he had on her, and she him. For he had never lost track of those eyes, and he watched and relished as they bloomed ever darker and more vibrant inside of him. They were meant to be, and never had he felt more like Prince Charming than he had watching the visceral reaction to his princess. Yes, he had wanted to kiss her, and .... oh he couldn’t wait to see her again.

“Mr. Harris...Mr. Harris Sir?” The smallish man emerged out of the shadows of the hallway just outside the holding area. “Sir, we heard your instructions on the wiring, but would you please follow me...I’m not sure you completely understand? I am Clarence, I am the Comptroller for Mr. Sebastian...I am so sorry he couldn’t be here to meet you directly, but he is flying back late tonight....did I hear you say you planned to stay for a few days?”

Rick was confused but followed the smallish man. Clarence was perhaps five foot, ten inches, at least four if not five inches shorter than Rick. But while Rick’s physique was a “V” broad shoulder trimmed down to a 31 inch waist, a muscular frame that held his chiseled 185 pounds of sculpted flesh, Clarence was a pencil narrow shoulders, a thin waist, and if Rick had to guess the man would be lucky to weight 130 pounds soaking wet. He had dark hair and somewhat beady, dark eyes, his complexion was pale and Rick could almost see the man sitting behind a desk, his hands on a keyboard, an accountants visor across his brow, which led to a receding hairline.

The man had looked intimidated at first as he spoke with Rick, but Rick had smiled warmly, for he could hardly remember being in a better mood. “I thought I understood, but if you feel there is clarification needed, I am happy to come with you. I hope there is no disagreement on the validity of my purchase?” Rick was momentarily panic stricken. He had bid a small fortune, there had been no counter bids, the world could not be so cruel as to try to take his Little One when she was so close to his grasp?

Clarence had been leading the way down the long hall to the main office, but he heard the concern in Rick’s voice and turned hoping he had not upset this clearly very good customer. “Oh no Sir, no problem, just the terms and conditions of the contract, we want to make sure you understand everything thoroughly. This is a very significant amount of money, we don’t want any misrepresentations.”

As Clarence turned back around Rick felt the smile return to his face and remembered the question he had previously ignored. “Yes, last night Jeanette had asked if I might want to stay for a few days, and I have decided to accept. I would like to tour the island with Seventeen, I look forward to it.”

Clarence was a bit surprised, “Ms Jeannette offered that? Hmmm.” Clarence said no more and Rick was anxious to get this part behind him. He was not reconsidering his decision, quite the opposite. Clarence seated him at a large, overstuffed, leather chair, and then sat himself at a matching chair on the other side. In between them was a small, mahogany end table. On the table was a clipboard with the purchase agreement. The document was three pages, and if Rick were not so anxious, he might have considered having the (insert name of publisher)’ lawyers have a once through before signing. He didn’t.

“This document confirms your purchase, it outlines the 24 hour option to cancel. Should you not notify us of your desire to cancel, the transaction will be confirmed and your funds will be released from escrow into our account. However, please understand that should you...uhm, partake fully...” Clarence stopped and looked at Rick, he hated this part of the conversation. “...you may have some intimacy but should you....” Rick stopped him, a soft chuckle in recognition of the small man’s discomfort. “Should I deflower Seventeen...if I do, she will have equal voice on that happening, but yes it may. However, you need not worry, I wave my right to the option, you may take the funds now, I have no intention on rescinding my decision, NONE!”

Clarence looked at him quizzically, “You do understand Sir, no one has ever bid this much, are you sure, your bid...”. Again Rick interrupted him, “You seem surprised, this process tried to establish a value on something that I consider priceless!” Clarence couldn't help but smile, he was quite fond of Seventeen, and Jeannette and at least this man had an appreciation, but...he looked at him quite quizzically. Clarence had done this many times before, and there was something very different about this man, something he was not sure he approved of.

"Sir, well then, that is fine. You understand that 50% of your proceeds will be put in a trust, invested conservatively, awaiting the end of the two year term of Seventeen's service and each of your decisions on whether or not you will sustain this situation or Seventeen will move on, on her own with your funds to provide for her study, or however she may choose to use it...do you understand?"

Ah yes, Rick realized he really should have read the fine print more carefully, but this would do. "So, to be clear, the decision to continue beyond the two years must be mutual?" The small man nodded yes. Rick quite liked the idea that the girl could be set free, but he also realized that the fee he had paid would provide some incentive for Seventeen to give greater consideration to the life that money might allow. He bit his lip and looked out the window at the paradise outside.

When he looked back, Rick was smiling. "Good, that means I have two years to convince her." "

"Convince her...sir, she is your property, you may do as you choose..within reason." Clarence was no staring at Rick, apparently frustrated.

"I know that is how you think of it, and technically that is true. But I don't think of her as property, she is a treasure, a rare treasure, and I am the man who is lucky enough to be her protector and guide...and then, only if I am truly lucky, and she so desires, will I be her lover...so I have two years or we have two years, to confirm that we are indeed made for each other." Rick thought, but his lip and rolled the pen he had been offered in his fingers.

"Clarence, what if...should we come to a mutual appreciation in less than two years..is it our option to..." This time it was Clarence who broke in, "Yes Sir, if you request and she so agrees...Yes!" Clarence still though wasn't sure Rick truly understood. "Sir...when you choose...how you choose...she is at your command. She has been trained, and I believe you will find her skills quite pleasing, even though she is still pure."

It was then Rick actually allowed himself to truly contemplate enjoying Seventeen. In truth he had found his appetites quite full and passionate. He thought to her moment as she opened her petals and displayed her significant charms. Rick closed his eyes envisioning her, and he was back in his dreams of the night before, making love over and over, soft, hard, romantic and passionate. It took mere seconds to truly picture her, and he was rock hard, his body alive and electric. "Sir...sir!" Rick opened his eyes, "Yes, uh...sorry." Now Clarence chuckled.

"I don't blame you Sir, she is quite spectacular." That was the perfect word, "Clarence I just want to make her happy...I don't think I'm..." Clarence couldn't help but laugh. "NO...you are not...but I believe you will Sir as Miss Seventeen is not like the others either....Good luck!" And with that business was over, Rick signed the document, initialized the waiver and shook hands.

"Oh, I almost forgot...Mr. Sebastian had hoped you would stay, and in fact, he would like to offer you our private villa for your use...and, if you would be willing he would like to invite the two of you to dinner along with his wife, Ms. Jeannette this week?" Rick smiled at the thought of his other encounter last night and how Jeanette had set all of this in motion. She was a woman he would not forget. "That would be very nice, I will humbly accept both offers on behalf of myself and Seventeen."

The Beginning

He was actually grateful that Clarence had kept him busy as he might have gone stir crazy waiting. He felt as nervous as a high schooler about to kiss his first girl, except he was a man, and his anticipation was filled with the type of desire that only a man who truly understood what he was potentially about to experience. Never had he dreamed he could be so captivated and enthralled by a woman, and somehow he now owned her. What did that even mean?

He was not a big drinker but he did enjoy. Already awaiting him in his lanai was a bottle of Cristal on ice and two Baccarat champagne flutes. He smiled, 'yes, those will do nicely!" He wished he had anticipated this, he wished he could give her a gift, but those would come, already he was dreaming of spoiling her, how could he resist?

He tried to settle his body down, but this was a moment unlike any he had ever experienced. His heart wanted to pound out of his chest, he used a trick, a box breath to try to settle. Four deep counts in, four deep counts holding, four deep counts exhaling, four deep counts holding. Repeat...and repeat again. His timing was perfect as with the completion of the third cycle he heard the knock. It was her, the girl of last night, the girl of his last night's dreams...and in his heart, the girl he had always wanted. As he reached for the handle he realized, he was impossibly hard! Would the expectation of seeing her always induce that? It was a bit embarrassing, but it was also TRUTH...his body knew...it craved.

There were so many emotions he was trying to manage that he opened the door looking more serious than he wanted to. It hid the excitement, the passion, the pure joy that was coursing through him. He was being deliberate. One of his favorite sayings was "stop and smell the roses." It was a simple philosophy, but he loved its meaning, don't be in such a hurry to move to the next moment you don't fully enjoy the present. So before he said anything he just took her in, letting his eyes move up and down her incredible form, she was spectacular and he drank in ever delicious morsel. She was wearing the dress, but this time her hair was down and flowing over her shoulders, a gorgeous golden mane. "You wore it for me...thank you!" He said softly, almost reverently.

Breaking all protocol she closed the small distance between them pressing her lithe body into his arms while wrapping her slender arms around him urging him closer.

“ Sir, I need, I want ...you... please.” she whispered against his chest. It all felt so right as she moved into him, and he opened his arms as he wanted her there as much or more than she did. He was acutely aware of his arousal and felt embarrassed, but should he? For what could be a more honest compliment and expression of the passion she had stirred in him from their first moment as they stepped onto the dancefloor.

"Oh Little One..." The pet name was so natural, she was so soft, and he felt so protective and possessive. "....no more than I want you, I promise...in fact I don't think I truly understood what want could be until you." He did have to admit, she looked just as beautiful but younger than last night or even moments earlier at the auction. She was so naturally beautiful and fresh, but it made him take pause, was it wrong for him to feel such desire for one who was so innocent?

He clasped his hands around her, one on the bare of her lower back the other on her thin waist. He was gentle but firm, letting her know she was being held by a man who would protect her and never let her fall. He felt her melt into him, and it felt...perfect.

Tentatively she lifted her head, her deep violet eyes radiating her own love and yearning as she’d searched the vibrant blue of his for her own answers.

“Am I truly Yours?”

He brought his hand from her back and gently cradled her jaw. "You are...and I am yours...I promise." Oh he could get lost in those eyes and once there be a happy, happy man. He could hold back no longer, he gently led her face to his as he leaned in. He cocked his head and brushed his lips against hers as he looked into her eyes. "I hope you don't mind but I can't wait any longer..." and he slowly closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to hers.

The connection was electric, as his hand on her waist pulled her closer, and his lips pressed more passionately, only to part, and bring his tongue to tease her lower lip, requesting entrance. One kiss lead to the next, as their tongue moved quickly from a romantic waltz to a sizzling tango. "Mmmmm" He moaned as she felt and tasted even better than he imagined. His hands slowly moved and soon were moving up and down her back, even cupping her firm bottom through the dress.

Finally he broke the kiss but did not break hold, he was back looking into those dark violet eyes, "Words can't even express how much I want you...but, I won't take advantage. Yes you are MINE, but I will not ask you to do anything you are not ready for...do not want...that is my promise. When I said you are safe, you are also safe from me...until you are ready...and wanting not to be?"

He turned and took her by the hand. "We have been offered a villa over the water...we can go at any time, and Mr. Sebastian and Jeannette have invited us to dinner this week, I accepted. I hope you don't mind?"

As they went over he made a request. "Would you?" And he raised her hand to have her do a pirouette. But halfway he stopped her. With his free hand he lowered the back zipper of her dress to that it was down to the curvature of her perfect bottom. "There, even better. He reached inside the dress and clasped her bare waist, his fingertips on her firm, young, abs. He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck and down her shoulders. "Thank you...I so wanted to taste you. Is there any aspect of you that is not perfection?" He kissed her again, this time starting at her shoulder and feeling her as he kissed up her neck. It was all he could do to not slip the straps off her dress and unwrap her, but he had promised.

He finished the spin and again looked into her eyes, "Thank you.." He hoped she could feel the sincerity and depth of his desire. He grabbed a towel from the granite counter top and worked the cork from the expensive champagne, popping it, and laughing as it bubbled over. He filled the fine crystal flutes, and handed her the glass. "I will be honest, when I came here I never thought I would bid, but from the moment I met you, I knew I would do whatever I needed to, to have you in my life. I hope I can be all you ever want...I want you so much it almost hurts....but it is such a good hurt. To US!" He clicked their glasses, and took a sip...but he knew it would not be long until she was back in his arms....and hopefully much, much more!

She was in his arms knowing that he would never know what it cost her to bridge the gap between them. If he hadn’t held her the way he did she might will have ended up in a quivering heap at his feet.

His touch gave her strength, gave her back her courage. His words laid claim and the hardness pressing insistently against her lower belly confirmed that his need for her was as great as was her need for him.

She felt like Icarus, only she hadn’t flown close to the sun she had flown directly into its very epicentre. She felt consumed by this strong male and their journey together had barely begun!

He would devour her whole and she would become the stronger for it. Instinctively she somehow knew this.

The strong hand splayed across her lower back felt like a fiery brand, she didn’t pull away instead she pressed into its smouldering heat.

"Oh Little One..."

His Little one! That was her and she loved it!

Seventeen moaned gently as she listened to his impassioned words.

"You are...and I am yours...I promise."

Instinct told her this was a man who simply did not lie. For the first time in hours Seventeen was truly able to relax her guard. She recognized the want he spoke of. It wasn’t until they met on the dance floor that she truly realized the extent of her own want. Want that she has been carrying deep within her psyche for most of her teenage years.

The want was of him then, was of him now. Her fantasies, desires had quite literally coalesced into the flesh and blood man in whose strong protective arms she now stood.

As she felt his lips brush hers the connection was electric, her world began to spin on its axis, wonderfully out of control. As their connection deepened her world skittered into a perfect space. It was a coming home of sorts. There was only the two of them dancing once more, tongues entwined, bodies melded one to the other. She was correct in her assumptions, his touch seemed everywhere at once; laying claim, touching, tasting that which was His alone.

As his lips left hers she felt bereft for a millisecond until his mesmerizing eyes claimed hers. The heartbeat that had started to slow down sped up again.

It took Seventeen a full moment to try and comprehend his next words. Part of her mind knew that they were meant to be reassuring but to her they just didn’t make sense. He was describing his need for her, telling her that she was His, but at the same time reassuring her that he wouldn’t do any thing she wasn’t ready for. That she was safe, safe even from him. That he wouldn’t take advantage.

Why not, she was his, wasn’t she?

Why didn’t he take her then! She was bought and paid for! He said he wanted her!

It was not her place to decide the where and when of her taking.

She could seduce him, but....

His taking of her was a seal, it solidified that she was his. No other could break such a bond. Not even the man with the obsidian eyes.

The young submissive worried in his arms as she struggled to understand the whys of what he was telling her. Her training was such was that she didn’t voice her many concerns she instead said nothing.

“Trust him,” her mother had told her. Seventeen repressed a shudder, she would trust him even though she didn’t fully understand.

His hand taking hers reestablished their connection blotting out all rationale thought.

A Villa, dinner with her parents?

Should she tell him?

Did she mind?

She would willingly follow him into the fires of hell, wanting or not...

She couldn’t get her voice to work, so smiled and nodded her affirmative as he lead her in a slow pirouette stopping her half way as with his free hand he lowered the back zipper of her dress so that it was down to the curvature of her perfect bottom.

Seventeen could feel goosebumps popping up across her newly bared flesh, her breath hitched as his hand slid across her soft skin as if chasing the seductive peek a boo goosebumps around her waist until they disappeared seductively downwards into her hidden valleys. Her heart beat stopped only to start again as she felt his warm breath against her sensitive neck.

Could a person orgasm just from this? Seventeen wondered. She could feel her own juices pooling between her thighs, could feel a deep need beginning to blossom within the very core of her belly. Could he smell her arousal? Seventeen began to blush hoping that he could not!

Where was her control now, where was her extensive training?

His lips continued their exploration of her neck and shoulders inadvertently fuelling the young girls first awakening with a real live soul-mate. "Thank you...I so wanted to taste you.” He murmured seductively against her ear.

She wanted him to taste her but in an entirely different place. Her head fell back with a small strangled moan as she pressed her thighs together. She wanted him to slip the straps from her dress wanted his lips to...

Her errant thoughts stilled as he finished her pirouette to step back and tend to their champagne.

Seventeen’s now serious eyes watched his every motion as she determinedly sought to bring her own bodily responses in check. He had bought a well trained submissive, she wouldn’t let him down. If he didn’t want to make her his just yet that was his prerogative. Her inner turmoil would remain buried, it would be hers alone.

Trust Him...

"I will be honest, when I came here I never thought I would bid, but from the moment I met you, I knew I would do whatever I needed to, to have you in my life. I hope I can be all you ever want...I want you so much it almost hurts....but it is such a good hurt. To US!"

Smiling softly she finally found her voice.

“ To us,” she echoed softly as they gently clinked glasses....

He was such an enigma ...but he was hers!

Delayed gratification...the unwrapping begins

She spoke very little, but that was fine, for her body was quite expressive and he was feeling, listening and interpreting her every movement. Perhaps it was a gift of being a writer, a trained observer of people, but in eyes, even subtle facial expressions, or hand and body movements, he would generally learn all he needed. So, as he put his hand around her bare back, touched her firm, young, muscles and butter soft skin, he felt the electricity. And as he called her "Little One..." she gave a smile, genuine and pure and that he knew would be his name for her. It was so fitting, so perfect, so pure, so HER!

It was a wonderful jolt that warmed and aroused him head to toe, and he felt her press into his hardness. It was that reaction that made it all so much better. For a moment she was rigid, clearly surprised, but then, almost as if it was a chemical reaction he felt her melt and warm to the touch, her body sensing it needed the hardness he could not help but offer. He could tell, she felt it, enjoyed it and wanted more. He wanted to take her right there, but would not yet indulge himself, but oh he would! As he kissed her all he could think was, 'you will learn MY Little One...delayed gratification is the best gratification!' He did not say it, only thought it.

When he kissed her, it was everything and more than he could have hoped, his hands naturally moving and enjoying her contours, a preview of the various paths he intended to traverse over and over. Her kiss was delicate, but raw, gentle, yet yearning, sweet yet molten hot. Oh how he hungered for her, a hunger he knew could never, would never be sated, for it would simply be impossible to over indulge in his enjoyment of this magnificent girl...he would always, ALWAYS, want more! When they did part, while staying in hold, he also felt the emptiness at the loss of her sweet lips and scent, like a key part of him, his very essence was no longer there.

His mind was struggling to comprehend and interpret his own reactions, these feelings he himself was having. He had been in love before, he was sure he had, he had also been in lust. He was now realizing those were mere waves of passion, life with Seventeen would be a tsunami. Perhaps it was because he was older this time, or that he quite literally owned her, or at least had rented her with a dual option on forever, but this was different, never had he felt like this, never had he been so completely and utterly captivated. For while he lusted and wanted beyond anything he had dreamed possible, he also felt protective and...possessive in ways he fathomed even less. All of that would make sense, but it was too convenient, never had he thought like this, but now he was sure, she was truly THE ONE.

It was those stirring feelings, those somewhat conflicting emotions that made him utter the next statement, "Words can't even express how much I want you...but, I won't take advantage. Yes you are MINE, but I will not ask you to do anything you are not ready for...do not want...that is my promise. When I said you are safe, you are also safe from me...until you are ready...and wanting not to be?"

He tried to read her, but this time the tell was far less obvious, other than she was not particularly pleased. Had he phrased it wrong? Rick didn't think so, but tried to rethink his words. But her reaction? Was it disappointment, misunderstanding, confusion? He saw her looking into his eyes, needing questions answered her lips were unwilling to utter. He decided to take a second, change the conversation while he regrouped, and discussed the villa they would move to, and dinner, with the island's host and Seventeen's near doppelganger. She still did not speak, but gave him a sweet and thoughtful, affirmative smile.

He still needed time, yet wanted to enjoy her, his new possession...that sounded so wrong...yet so very, very right. She was stunning as he watched her every angle as he turned her, he smiled and the brief goose flesh that he felt to his minor, but deliciously inappropriately perfect modification to her dress, and his hand slipping around to hold her bare waist and femininely sculpted abs. He felt the burning need to venture his hands down, caress and enjoy her petals and nectar. Could she possibly be as wet as he was hard? The phoromones were thick in the air, he was certain it was her musk, his musk, their bodies screaming for this polite decorum to seque into the carnal explosion that he/they craved!

The champagne poured, she finally found her voice, at least for a second, “ To us,” he smiled, and gently clicked the fine crystal flute, and gave her a nod, "yes, to us...for now and always!" He knew he only had her for the initial three years, but everything told him, he had waited a lifetime for this, and even he wouldn't screw this up.

He took a sip of the toast, but his eyes burned through her, and suddenly he thought he understood her earlier reaction. "You have been trained to believe you do not have choices, haven’t you? You have been taught that your Master owns you, and you must obey?"

He looked into her eyes, but he knew he was right. "Please know that I respect that, but....I could never be satisfied, or happy, if i thought you were only with me here, or most particularly in our bed, purely out of service. You deserve more than that, and so do I. I do expect your respect, but I also believe that I must earn it. I plan to dedicate my life to making you feel safe, cherished but also free to be all you desire. As for your passion, and us as lovers....I am going to ask you to listen to your heart, listen to your body...but I want a woman who wants and craves me to do the things I will do to her, wants and craves to do things to me...just as I will...DO… want and crave you!"

He could wait no longer, but she would have control, even if her decision was not to use it or give it up. "I am going to start but how far, how much is under your control….all you need to do is say stop, or your body dictate to me that you aren’t ready?” He now smiled and let her eyes see his passion, “Please stand up for me?" He waited for her, and knew she would do as asked. "I am going to undress you...and slowly enjoy you....but I will look for feedback that you enjoy it too!" With that he reached up behind her neck and undid the straps of her dress, so that the top of her dress fell and puddled at her waist. “Raise your hands over your head, let me enjoy you, I want to take in every bit.”

He stepped back and gazed at her, never had he enjoyed such unadulterated beauty. "MY Little One....you are magnificent...in fact you are so beautiful, so perfect in your physical gifts that I am almost hesitant to touch...unworthy of being the one to soil such purity, yet if you allow...that is exactly what I intend to do...in so many wonderful ways!" It was a preview, setting expectations of what he hoped was a life of unbridled passion. He reached out the back of his hand, and ran it down her jaw line, her collar bone, and finally down her chest, until his hand turned for his index and middle fingers to trace the perimeter of her areola. He moved his eyes up, as he wanted to see her reaction as he slowly rolled her hard nipple in his fingers, and finally pinched.

"Do you like that? Are your nipples sensitive? Do they hunger for my touch? How about..." He did not finish, instead he cupped her gorgeous, young, naturally upturned breast, and slowly lowered his mouth, to twirl his tongue where his fingers had just traveled, flicking his tongue on her nipple, and then softly latching and briefly suckling her breast. He had not given her the command to lower her arms and so she didn’t. Instead he performed exactly the same protocol on her other breasts, fingers then tongue and mouth.

He felt her body’s reaction, to this first interaction. Slowly he stood up and looked at her. “I do hope you enjoy this….being edged, letting me slowly take you up the mountain until nothing can stop you need to go over!” So far he had not heard stop. He moved behind and again gazed, simply enjoy the spectacular view. Her next sensation would be feeling his fingers again on her zipper, fully releasing her gown so that in now puddled on the floor. The rest of her was just as spectacular as the first. Soon she would be naked for him, and he could barely wait to tease her tender mound, inhale her musk, taste and tease her soft, virgin folds.

But that would wait, it didn't matter how hard he was, how he throbbed and yearned for her touch, this was about edging, delayed gratification, and slowly building to their first incredible climax! He continued his slow assault, leaning forward he began to slowly kiss down her back, as his hands brushed along her sides…building anticipation....

"You have been trained to believe you do not have choices, haven’t you? You have been taught that your Master owns you, and you must obey?

Seventeens expressive eyes widened, finally a direct question, one she could answer easily.

“Yes Sir, always for as long as you wish it.” Her eyes uncharacteristically found his as she softly breathed out her reply.

As he spoke again her brown furrowed as she took in his earnest plea. What this gorgeous man wanted was already in place in part. Her love for him had hit her the moment she had found herself in his arms on the dance floor. It had come out of nowhere like a blot of lightning, unexpected. That she would serve someone whom she loved was an unprecedented gift. Should she tell him? Before she could muster the courage he had rushed on his words impassioned.

They were like a tidal wave of heat which moved towards, her enveloping her, devouring her whole. Should feel his pull, it was like a physical being in and of itself. It fired up her senses to the point that she was no longer a separate entity but simply an extension of this powerful potent male. She fancied that if she took a single step towards him that she would melt into him flesh to flesh.

She would simply loose herself....
.
The thought was frightening, overwhelming , wonderful. Seventeen was experiencing a cornucopia of conflicting emotions. She was already burning up from the inside out

The experience of him was heady exciting and ...

She wanted.

They weren’t even touching and her arousal level was off the charts. Once again she tried to press words forwards but was unable to do so, she wanted his touch more than breath.

Want and crave you

Yes! want and crave him.

Want.. want, need.. need, yes! that’s what she wanted.. craved.

Seventeen moaned out her need

Touch...touch me her eyes pleaded of him.

"I am going to start but how far, how much is under your control….all you need to do is say stop, or your body dictate to me that you aren’t ready?”

He was so very wrong, this was never under her control not from the moment that her soul had touched his, and his hers.

It had been ordained since the beginning of time.

The word Stop wasn’t in the vocabulary they were creating together.

"I am going to undress you...and slowly enjoy you....but I will look for feedback that you enjoy it too!"

As he freed her body from her dress she shivered in delight raising her arms without hesitation. Her flesh felt hypersensitive as his gaze took in her nude upper form. She could feel her nipples harden and a million goose bumps started to dance across her heated flesh. Seventeen could hardly take a breath.

Suddenly shy her eyes lowered.

How could one experience so much without a single touch?

She sensed him step back and followed his movements from beneath her long lashes. His gaze felt like a burning brand.

Startled she realized how close she was to orgasm. Her eyes flew to his.

“ Master I am, I need ...I” Her soft voice faltered.

"MY Little One....you are magnificent...in fact you are so beautiful, so perfect in your physical gifts that I am almost hesitant to touch...unworthy of being the one to soil such purity, yet if you allow...that is exactly what I intend to do...in so many wonderful ways!"

“ Touch me please,” she pleaded of him in a husky moan.

As he reached out the back of his hand, and ran it down her jaw line, her collar bone, and finally down her chest, until his hand turned for his index and middle fingers to trace the perimeter of her areola Seventeen was almost undone. Her head fell back and she moaned out her need of him pressing her long legs together. If it weren’t for her training she would have orgasmed from from that small serendipitous touch. This man was magic his touch a wicked blend of fire and ice.

As he slowly rolled her hard nipple in his fingers, she lifted her head and their eyes met, twin fires smouldering in both. When he finally pinched her sensitive nipples Seventeen nearly came undone.The flames which had been smouldering in the very core of her shot every which way; down deep into her womanhood and up through her breasts, up up through her stretched out fingers, before finally firing out into the cosmos!

Seventeen could fly!

“ Master!” she ground out

He was speaking again but Seventeen could barely make sense of what he was saying, she was drowning in a world of pure sensation; increased tenfold when his warm mouth descended on her puffy nipple. The sensation was a delicious melting of her into him. Arms still outstretched she arched forwards into his mouth her moans changing cadence until they became a low keen of need and want .

“I do hope you enjoy this….being edged.”

Enjoy...edge...edged... Edging...mmmmmmmmmmm.


“...letting me slowly take you up the mountain until nothing can stop you need to go over!”

Seventeen was standing on the very edge of the precipice he spoke of, a single command from him would send her back-flipping over down into the fiery abyss.

“ Please may I cum,” she begged of him her voice ragged with desire and need.

Ignoring her plea her moved around her to free her dress which pooled gently around her feet.

Seventeen felt like she was going to die of want and need.

Her breathing was ragged, her arms aching, her lower belly trembled, her secret places swollen and needy beyond comprehension.

As he began to press scalding kissed down her lower back his still virgin lover lost the last remnants of a reasoning mind.

She could feel herself falling backwards as if in slow motion as her trembling legs gave way. She could sense her naked flesh meeting the heat of his big strong hands. She felt consumed as she felt his arms enveloping around her.

This was......

Her mind short circuited as she pushed away her impending orgasm. Incoherent she finally found her voice, her words a litany of want and need .

“ Love you pl...love you, want this, love , need,” she declared as he cradled her in his strong arms

“ More.. more...more!” she begged of him

“ Master please, I need, want , have, close , can’t ... pleeeeese.”

Seventeen was out of her depth in a sea of her own need and want, she’d never lost control before. She desperately clung to the object of her desire like a drowning woman.

She felt possessed by him...

HUNGER!!!!

Never had he felt such hunger, such pure, unadulterated need....she was perfection and he would have gladly, willingly crawled across hot coals to have prayed at her shrine! Yet she was not demanding that, even contemplating it, in fact she demanded nothing, quite the opposite, she simply offered...She was moaning, pressing and giving him only positive affirmation that her desire for him was every bit his for her.

Suddenly he was a gleeful and expectant child, well not a child, most definitely a man, but the joy of unwrapping the precious gift that was Seventeen's body was beyond the joy of any Christmas morning!

Her arms raised, he felt the release of the clasp holding the gorgeous dress in place, and as the dress fell down he watched, inhaled and enjoyed her reaction, the hardening of her perfect nipples and each and every goosebump. Her body was talking to him, speaking loudly, "YES!" and he was listening and taking.

He was behind her, and he used every ounce of self control he had to not touch her, but simply admire and enjoy. “ Master I am, I need ...I” Her soft voice faltered. She didn't see the smile nor could she realize how his heart melted. "No more than I...I promise, trust me..."

“ Touch me please,” she pleaded of him in a husky moan. Never before or likely after, would he be requested a wish so easy to grant. "My pleasure indeed, for as long as you want, as long as you are MINE, all you need to do is ask...anywhere, anytime, I will never refuse and will desire nothing more!"

Finally, his heart thundered, his blood rushed, his breathing stuttered , and his cock...oh my God his cock pulsed and ached as her soft skin welcomed the touch of his fingers. Even at that level, they were becoming one, her body arching and enjoying, his fingers delighting in a playland of the Gods! Could he ever stop, let go?

Their eyes just held each other...never had he seen such need...but was it her or his reflection or did one just compound the other?

"Mmmmm..." He moaned as his lips kissed down her flesh, his tongue teasing her nipple, the hunger only growing as his lips latched on her firm young breast and he felt her moan, her bending into him, feeding him....HIS! He had not yet fully enjoyed her, in fact it was the briefest of appetizers...but oh so sweet, so pure...mmmmmm!!!

“ Please may I cum,” she begged of him her voice ragged with desire and need. He got up turning so she could not see his smile. The answer was yes, yes, YES!!! She would cum, he would not hear stop, that was certain, and he would not stop...not when she came the first time, the second or third. He wanted her to cum, cum often, cum hard, lose herself in their passion, just not quite yet...but very soon!

He had moved behind her, unfastened her dress, and kissed, sweet delicious kisses down her back. He felt her start to give way, before she even did, standing up and catching her, as she fell back. He caught her in his arms, wrapping them around her, letting her regain her balance by pressing into him, relying on him.

“ Love you pl...love you, want this, love , need,” she declared as he cradled her in his strong arms

“ More.. more...more!” she begged of him

“ Master please, I need, want , have, close , can’t ... pleeeeese.”

He leaned around nibbled her as one arm wrapped around her stomach, pulling her back into him, the strength of his chest, the want of his hardness. With the other hand he reached up and pulled her hair to the side so that he could kiss her cheek, nibble on her ear.

"Remember, you can fall and I will catch you..you can be weak, I will be strong...

I love you too...from the first look into your eyes, the first hold of our dance you were MINE...

...and yes, you will have more...and more after that...you will have all of me...all I have got and anything I wil ever have...

...but I love to hear the desire....I am going to give and you need not beg...just show me that want...and now enjoy...hold on!"

He let his arms swirl around her as he turned and faced her....he put his hands on her waist and leaned in and kissed her. He had brushed his lips against hers, letting her lean in and open her lips like a young robin, only to tease, pull away and then press in passionately filling.

He finally pulled back just a bit and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. "You can bring your hands down now...you may need to hold on." Slowly he lowered himself to his knees. As he began kissing down her tummy, he curled his fingers around the waistband of her silk thong, and as he kissed and tongued her cute little belly button, he slid the barely there material over her hips, guiding them down until she stepped out of them.

From there he let his hands clutch her hips, to make sure she was steady, has he continued the descent of his kisses until he was kissing her shaven, perfectly smooth mound, mere fractions of an inch from the entrance to her virginity.

The smell of her musk was thick and wonderful, her body oozing desire and tantalizing him. Her lips were swollen and needy, clearly edged to the very precipice. He pursed his lips gave her glistening flower a subtle blow, smiling as she squirmed.

He looked up at her smiling, "Put your hands on my shoulders, grab my hair, do what you will...just hold on...I will tell you when you can cum...it shall not be long."

He let her do as he suggested and then leaned back ever so slightly and ran the palm of his right hand slowly up the inside of her right leg. Slowly he slid it up, lightly teasing her flesh, until he felt the slickness of her young need, and pressed the edge of his right palm and index finger into the soft, warm wetness of her folds.

He looked up into her eyes as his hand pressed in, as his thumb slid up and found her swollen button. He looked in her eyes as he touched her, teased her, and whispered, "Not yet...MY Little One..." He turned his hand, palm skyward, and pressed up against her womanhood, only to keep sliding his hand toward the inside of her left thigh, lifting it up and opening her to him,, setting it up and over his right shoulder.

He could not wait to taste her, feast on her ambrosia, and so he leaned in....kissing her soft wet lips, before extending and running his tongue deep inside. She was delicious...so fresh, so sweet and so wonderfully wet...he inhaled and tasted, kissing and lapping up and down...up and down...he felt her hands reaction...his gripped her waist and lower back, bracing her...she had waited long enough...he needed to drink of her fully....He stopped his intense oral manipulation only briefly to stare into her eyes, "Cum MY Little One...Cum to your Master!"

He was so very, very HUNGRY for what only she could feed him!

So much more...

What came next became a symphony of need and desire, a dizzying cornucopia of pure pleasure and sensation. A feeling of drowning and being reborn at the same time.

It became an impossibility to distinguish a beginning or an end to anything her Master did, it all became one glorious primal continuum of sensually pleasures each one melding into the other. His arm around her stomach, warm breath on her neck, the potent smell of him, his...

“Hmmmmmmmmm.”

"Remember, you can fall and I will catch you..you can be weak, I will be strong...

She was falling falling falling dripping with desire as she fell through time. love you too, her eyes told him as their eyes met.

“ Lllllove lu lu love yooo,” she told him incoherently pushing back against him as if seeking refuge inside the very fabric of who he was.

.“I love you too...from the first look into your eyes, the first hold of our dance you were MINE...”

“N... noooo MINE!” she responded with conviction burrowing closer still as his words swirled around her like a vortex of warmth and protection coating her skin, invading her mind, devouring her soul!

“Hold on ......”

She felt like she was melting, the fabric of her very being was dissolving into him!

Hold on. She would hold onto him for ever ever ever!

She clung to him as her axis shifted as he turned her. She felt the scorching heat of his velvet lips it was almost her undoing she mindlessly followed his lead. He tasted like ambrosia and she was His!

“You can bring your hands down now...you may need to hold on."

Seventeen hadn’t realized that her hands were both still held high it took her several moments to register his command for her eyes were following the head that was moving down her nude body, his mouth languidly trailing over her fevered skin leaving hedonistic devastation in its wake as he removed her tiny thong .

When she finally lowered them what happened next quite literally simply blew her mind scrambling the cohesiveness of her weakened molecules even more. A bemused Seventeen couldn’t have imagined the mind blowing intensity of what followed in any girlhood fantasy, even had she tried.

As the sensation came back in her arms there was pure pain, it rushed downwards intent on performing a steamy tango of it every own, as it sought to entwine with the wicked pleasure Rick was affording her with his tiny teasing kisses on her bare mons. Sensual kisses that felt like a fiery brand of pure possession.

His little one felt no modesty she wanted more more more...

“Ummmmmmmsososogoooood so goo good good ummmmmmmpleeeese,” she begged.

So close...so close....pain chasing pleasure, both entwined up in a dangerous tango of their own; one fanned even higher by his cool breath on the hyper heated clit.

A sacred place where no man living had traversed before Him her beloved Master!

“ Eeeeeeeeeee,” she keened as her molecules started to unravel in earnest.

“Put your hands on my shoulders, grab my hair, do what you will...just hold on...I will tell you when you can cum...it shall not be long."

She most have done it

“ Not long, not long mmmmmmmmmmyessssssmmottte.. please now..not looolong hissss, me, mine... ohhhhhhhh”

She was falling, yet unmoving, her moans and tiny attempts at speech flowing into one another like a symphony of her own desire; it was a new work dedicated to them both, melodic sensual nonsense.

He lifted her long leg across his shoulders where she teetered on one impossible high stiletto heel he hands clinging to his shoulder. The discomfort in her thigh was immediate, forgotten as his mouth began to feast on the warm wet folds of her soft innocence.

“Ohhhhhhh...ggooood ...please so good.. noooo yesss I ummmmmmmmmm.”

Her disjointed litany continued as the pleasure once again met the pain caused by the position of her long leg on its stiletto. Once again their dangerous tango continued; pain and pleasure it was a symbiotic union which was threatening to push her over; Seventeen was a knifes edge from jumping into the abyss.

More of her molecules unravelled, she felt her whole body swirling around the man intent on giving her pleasure, he was her epicentre.

Joined as one by his mouth and her vulva those were the only things grounding her to this earth in that moment, for she no longer held him her arms were reaching joyously for the stratosphere as they both spun around. His lips were sheer perfection on her swollen flesh. She was coming undone totally undone, almost flying free!

“Hot hot hot.. cant breathe...g.. goood, hot,burning dying...I... ohhhhhhhh...”

Their eyes connected!

“Cum MY Little One...Cum to your Master!"

Seventeen could hear herself screaming as she let go of all ties grounding her except for those to him. She was a vortex of endorphins spinning spinning spinning, as she simply flew.

Was this subspace or was it but a glimpse of what heaven truly was?

Time stood still as Seventeen flew with her Master both spinning on their own private axis in their own delicious oasis of desire and want. He feed fed at her heavenly font as she supplied him her divine nectar the kind that only she could give him; her yin to his yang. If it were truly were the food of the Gods then they would be dammed to an eternity together with no regrets!

Seventeen was drowning in him and now he in her, as her juices gushed into his mouth like a never ending fountain. One orgasm cascaded into another barely giving her time to breathe, they were at the whim of his dextrous, ravenous mouth and tongue.

Seventeen had been taught how to enter subspace, she knew of orgasms but this....

It was beyond her comprehension...

La petite mort.

This was so much more...

Seventeen suddenly felt herself falling, crumbling inwards, it was like returning to the womb , His womb! Was she truly dying?

She could feel her Master instinctively wrap himself around her. Her violet eyes were deep globes of love as they lovingly gazed into his eyes in wonderment.

“Je t'aime, je t'aime , Oh oui, je t'aime ....Oh, mon amour…mon amour.” she whispered over and over as she planted tiny kissed all over his handsome face....

The Student Becomes The Teacher...

Rick had only had one other lover in his life, his professor, his mentor, and his teacher in all things carnal. She had guided him with a soft hand, a slow but continuous seduction, teaching him what she liked, what he liked, and even how to take benevolent and loving control. He would be forever in her debt, a more thorough or gentle teacher, he could not have had. But now, in this moment, he was learning the most critical differentiators of all, true and absolute love, and the utter and pure joy that was your soulmate.

This was so different, so real, so natural and so perfect. Seventeen was a gift, a treasure, Every taste and touch of her was sublime, and even in this moment, having stripped her, and spread her, her leg over his shoulder, his mouth now deep in teasing, enjoying, possessing her maidenhood, she was an angel. Nothing could have felt more pure, more divine than the inner sanctum of her flower.

Their relationship was clearly unconventional, Shakespeare or Blake would have never contemplated their origin, but yet this was pure, natural. She had been borne to be possessed, and he, now, realized he was borne to possess her, covet her, protect her and nourish and cultivate her!

“I love you too...from the first look into your eyes, the first hold of our dance you were MINE...”

“N... noooo MINE!” she responded with conviction burrowing closer still as his words swirled around her like a vortex of warmth and protection coating her skin, invading her mind, devouring her soul!

He smiled, as her eyes looked down pleading but so, so earnest..."OURS...Forever!"

She gave and gave completely...so honest....amazing...as did he. As he kissed her mons and told her to use him for support before he entered her, he felt like the luckiest man alive. No flower's petals had ever felt softer, smoother, or offered a sweeter bouquet! "You are so sweet MY Little One...I could stay here forever, thank you...for you...for waiting...for me!" He did not let himself think about the fact, that another man, a higher bidder, could have replaced him...for he knew it was not true. Oh another man could have purchased her, but no man would have ever had her, not like he....this was their destiny!

“Ummmmmmmsososogoooood so goo good good ummmmmmmpleeeese,” she begged. No words could have made him happier. To many she was incoherent, to him, it was a call to greatness...his princess was craving...and he would deliver.

His hands held her back and tilted her pelvis to give him clearer, deeper access. He felt her hands grab him, but she was unsteady, she had given her body to him, and it was his honor to bring her home.

Rick was a man of discipline, 200 sit-ups, 200 push-ups per day. She was so light, so delicate, if her body failed her completely, she would not fall, he had her, and somehow he knew she knew it. And in that trust, that surety came freedom to embrace ecstasy...and let it embrace her!

He felt their bodies in perfect synchronicity, she didn't need words, she was honest in her movements, silently signaling her wants...they improvised, they played, and they engaged...they were one...a quest of hedonistic pleasure...for the more she felt, the more delighted he became!

“Ohhhhhhh...ggooood ...please so good.. noooo yesss I ummmmmmmmmm.”

She was coming undone totally undone, almost flying free!

He felt it, knew she was soaring, his angel had spread her wings and leaped, and now in his strong hands, his impassioned touch, she could soar!

“Hot hot hot.. cant breathe...g.. goood, hot,burning dying...I... ohhhhhhhh...”

Their eyes connected!

One might of thought he was torturing her, and in a way he was, the sweetest type of pain...delayed gratification is the best yet most tantalizing gratification...but now it was time!

“Cum MY Little One...Cum to your Master!"

He wasn't sure she heard him, but she did, oh she did...he commanded...she...his love, his angel, his perfection...obeyed!

Seventeen could hear herself screaming as she let go of all ties grounding her except for those to him. She was a vortex of endorphins spinning spinning spinning, as she simply flew.

... was it but a glimpse of what heaven truly was?

Time stood still as Seventeen flew with her Master both spinning on their own private axis in their own delicious oasis of desire and want. He fed at her heavenly font as she supplied him her divine nectar the kind that only she could give him; her yin to his yang. If it were truly were the food of the Gods then they would be dammed to an eternity together with no regrets!

Seventeen was drowning in him and now he in her, as her juices gushed into his mouth like a never ending fountain. One orgasm cascaded into another barely giving her time to breathe, they were at the whim of his dextrous, ravenous mouth and tongue.

She was spectacular, glorious, she quite literally exploded and he absorbed, drank, indulged and fed on her passion. "Yes, yes, yes...My Love...release...let go! Oh Gawd!!!" Oh how he drank and enjoyed, never had he experienced a climax as satisfying as enjoying hers. Always having enjoyed giving more than receiving, by giving so completely to her, never had he received so much.

He wanted to continue to make love to her, let her enjoy him as he just had her, and then consummate their love! He swept her up in his strong arms as he began to feel her crumble, he moving up, catching then cradling her, she was HIS. He heard her angelic voice....

“Je t'aime, je t'aime , Oh oui, je t'aime ....Oh, mon amour…mon amour.” He felt her soft kisses, delciously pelting his face, neck and l tickling him in the most incredibly, delightful way.

"Yes, yes MY Little One, I love you too...I love you three..." He chuckled at his joke, but it was more than reciprocal it was overwhelming. "...and yes I am your love, and I now know you are mine, the only one I have ever truly had, the only one I ever will..."

She was so light in his arms, a feather...delicate like fine crystal...yet she was strong, supple and beautiful, and one word kept running across his mind, PERFECT! His body was still a raging inferno of desire, her kisses to his neck, his cheeks, his mouth just fueled the fire ever higher. Never could he remember being this hard, aching so to plant his seed and claim what was HIS, but he put that all aside for a brief moment as she caught her breath, carrying her, kissing her in return.

Before he had returned to his suite from the auction, the wait staff had turned down his bed, so he could set her down on the fine Egyptian cotton, almost silk like sheets. The living room had served its purpose, reached their first plateau, it was time for the bedroom to house the rest! He smiled at the irony "Turned down", for never ever would he turn down a bed in which HIS Seventeen was stationed or beckoned. They had not yet spent a night together, and he was already trying to plan such that they would never again be apart. For slumber, completeness and peace were only to be fully realized with her in his arms.

Softly, gently he put her down. She was a princess as he set her there, heated yet with an expression of sated joy on her face, but a lingering fire still burning. He had taken her to her first set of orgasms, but they still had much farther to go in scaling the summit. They would scale it together. "Oh I do love you Little One...you have stolen my heart...please don't ever give it back." He got up and poured her a glass of cool water. He felt her eyes on him as he moved and he liked it! Surely she was depleted of bodily fluids given her eruption and he hoped to refuel her volcano. He was not stopping or even slowing their passion, but he would always nurture her, even while making love!

He knew after orgasms that hard and strong, although he had not experienced any that spectacular, a woman needed to catch her breath before continuing a glorious decathlon of passion. He wanted to make love to this woman, this extraordinary and glorious angel for hours. With glass in hand, he sat down beside her, he brushed the hair from her eyes and lightly tickled up and down her naked body. He did not deserve her, he knew that, no man did, yet she was his and wanted to be so.

He teased as he saw orgasmic bliss begin to wane, it was important she not come down too far, and her fire strong and revitalized "Welcome back my love, you were amazing, shall we continue?" He had a sly smile and an air of mirth in his voice, but it wasn't really a question, it was an expectation. He was confident she would not disappoint.

He got up and stood before her, looking down into eyes filled with love, the same love as in his. With his waist now at eye level, his arousal bulged in his pants, and he let her take him in.

"My body is yours, as yours is mine, it is my gift to you to enjoy and request, even demand what you want. I am going to teach you to be greedy, to take...but never doubt how much I want to feel your touch. My love, feel free to explore, enjoy, knowing it is yours....I am yours, please accept this gift...and unwrap it as you wish...All I can promise, and you will see, is how much I long and ache for your touch!"

He would not command her, but he had made clear his ache and his desire, and now it was time to see hers for him...he hoped he had given her the freedom to let her desires take flight and not be encumbered by anything she had been told before. Now it was them, only them, a single simple rule....ENJOY!

.............

What a lovely way to burn...


Seventeen’s mind was in a delirious swirl of emotion as he picked her up to carry her to the bedroom. Above all else she felt loved, cradled in his strong arms while he whispered a continual litany of how much he was feeling for her. The experience was heady and a little overwhelming to the inexperienced girl.

As he gently placed her on the bed she smiled softly thinking that now he would truly make her his. What had happened this far was whipped cream icing topped upon the most delicious looking cake...Seventeen very much wanted to taste the cake.

"Oh I do love you Little One...you have stolen my heart...please don't ever give it back." He told her passionately as he left her on the bed.

Her eyes watched him return glass of water in his hand, he sat down beside her on the bed. She felt like a beloved child as he brushed the hair from her eyes and lightly tickled up and down her naked body.

His eyes were smiling as he spoke again “ You were amazing, shall we continue?"

Shyly she whispered “Yes please Sir .”

As he stood up she noticed his blatant arousal, blushing she quickly lowered her eyes.

I have caused that! she thought blushing even more.

She fully expected him to undress and join her in the bed but her new Master had other ideas. His next words were impassioned and unexpected.

"My body is yours, as yours is mine, it is my gift to you to enjoy and request, even demand what you want.” Take what she wanted, that hadn’t been included in her training Her eyes widened even more as she started to doubt herself.

“I am going to teach you to be greedy, to take...but never doubt how much I want to feel your touch.” Greedy, yes she could be greedy, she very much wanted him to teach her as much as he could, she wanted more and more, she wanted him deep inside her making her his. Above all else she very much wanted to please him.

“ My love, feel free to explore, enjoy, knowing it is yours....I am yours.“

Hers... mmmmm that sounded good.

Despite his encouragement his young submissive was beginning to feel nervous, to doubt her abilities; she wished she could stop blushing, wished he would stop talking and simply make love to her.

Instead he kept on talking. It was sounding as if her wanted her to take the lead; “Take this gift unwrap it as you wish...All I can promise, and you will see, is how much I long and ache for your touch!" Seventeen was getting shyer by the minute as she began to comprehend fully what he was asking her to do.

He wanted her to undress him, initiate their love making!

Her bewildered eyes flew to his.

What if she did it wrong, should she begin at the top or did her want her to free his man hood now? Should she beg him to direct the her?

Seventeen was getting more stressed by the minute never in her wildest dreams has she expected this on their first night together.

She lowered her eyes again trying to think. She was fully trained, she very much wanted to please this man she felt such an incredible connection to. The man she already loved with all of her heart. He was her beloved Master.

Her mother’s words came back “ Trust your gut” The trouble was that her gut was being woefully silent. She wanted her first time to be at his experienced direction not in her own inept hands.

He was offering her something that she didn’t fully understand. It was offered from his heart she understood this and here she was acting like a selfish child.

She would, could do this as an act of her love for him.

Taking a few deep breaths she stood up on the bed and turned him slightly where he stood at its side and began to slip off his jacket and remove his tie. The jacket was dropped to the floor, the tie she placed around her own neck. Her wicked mind was developing a plan.

Turning him slowly to face her she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. A button followed by a soft impassioned kiss on the flesh she uncovered and so on until his chest was revealed to her avid gaze . This was starting to be fun! she thought stifling a grin. His cuff links were next. Those she dropped carefully to the carpet before pushing his shirt from his shoulders her softly rounded breasts pushing into the hard muscles of his chest as she leaned in to do so. Her fingers messaged his shoulders as she pushed the soft fabric of his shoulders and halfway down his arms. Caught by his pants it effectively trapped his arms by his sides.

“No touching, my Master,” she instructed him in a sultry voice.

Seventeen took her time teasing, tasting and nipping at his flesh as it was revealed, delighting at its salty taste. She explored every inch with her finger tips; it was as if she were reading braille in order to memorize every facet of his spectacular physique.

Small kisses, tiny moans were all that could be heard as she worked her potent magic. She knelt before him on the bed as she removed his leather belt. Looking up at him her small tongue slipped out, it looked as if she were licking her lips in preparation for the saucer of milk she was about to devour.

But not yet, she gracefully stood up pressing her lips to his, a small hot wet teasing touch before and turning him to face away from the bed. Devilishly she used his own tie as a blind fold.

“No peeking,” she instructed him giggling.

Seventeen hopped gently down from the bed to face him. She placed her small hand on his heart. She could feel it’s strong beat. A staccato rhythm of want and need. It mirrored her own!

Seventeen unloosened his dress pants and pushed the down to his ankles. He was wearing black boxer briefs they moulded his erection like a second skin. Her voice deepened. “ Sit ,” she instructed as she guided him to sit safely on the edge of the bed. Swiftly she got rid of his pants socks and shoes.

Now he was all hers!

It was a heady rush as her eyes took in every inch of the potent male who in that moment was hers bound and blindfolded .

“Mine!” She told him softly.

“Is my Master thirsty? let me tend your needs.” Seventeen placed a finger across his mouth.

“ Shhhh! No talking.”

She didn’t want him breaking the spell she was about to weave or interfere with the unwrapping of her present.

Seventeen worked quickly She fetched the tray with their glasses and champagne still on ice and placed it on the side near the bed. She fetched soft towels and draped them over the pillows and upper part of the bed. Then she picked up the remote to choose some mood music.

She knew her mother would have programmed it and easily found the piece she was looking for. Fever by Peggy Lee began to play gently, the music eased into the room the passionate words beginning to feed the slow burning fire the young girl had begun to rebuild between them.

“Lie down on your back please Master.” With her help he eased himself on his back, his head on the soft towel covered pillow.

“I brought our champagne Sir.” Seventeen filled his glass and took a long sip and placed her lips on his sensually allowing the chilled fluid to flow from her mouth to his. She did this until they had drained his glass. “ Mmmmmm so good.” she practically purred as she joined Peggy Lee her mouth close to his.

“Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear”

”You seem hot let me cool you.” She purred seductively.

She placed an ice cube in between her teeth and pressed it against his lips slowly sliding it erotically down over his chin, down his neck and along his breast bone. She watched it melt as its’ cold met the heat radiating from his body, replacing it as necessary.

Seventeen teased it across each nipple delighting as they dutifully stood to attention.The ice was followed by her warm mouth, swirling tongue and playful nips on each of them. She took her time loving the reaction of his virile body.

Down went the ice cube towards the cock impatiently begging to be released from its confines. Seventeen left the ice cube in his belly button while she traced the outline of his manhood gently with her fingertips followed by her cold wet tongue. She didn’t think it possible but as she moved along it’s length it got even harder still.

Seventeen began to sing a few more bars of the song her voice husky with her need.

“You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night”

She nipped at the head of his manhood clearly outlined through his boxers

She looked at her lover should she free his eyes; decision easily made her mouth returned to his mouth to give him a blistering soul stealing kiss before pushing her makeshift blindfold from his eyes.

Her eyes held his as she moved down his body finally intending to reveal her ultimate gift. Using her teeth she pulled at the waistband of his boxers uncovering his rock hard, needy erection.

It sprang free like an angry beast.

Seventeen was dripping wet as she literally slid back along the thigh she was straddling in alarm, her eyes wide, yet filled with her burning desire.

“ Make love to me please, make me yours,” she begged of him huskily.


What a lovely way to burn....

The Most Magnificent and Exotic Flower

Rick had taken a chance, and he knew it, perhaps more of one than he even realized. He had relished every moment as he had undressed her and brought her to orgasm after orgasm as she fed him a fountain of juices before nearly crumbling, entirely spent. In retrospect, he should have been more patient, cuddled and held her, let her recuperate, or simply enjoy the glow of her first moment with her "master".

Such and odd term, he didn't feel like a master of anything, despite his considerable achievements and success, and when it came to her, he was more smitten than possessive, at least initially. Yes, he should have let the first moment end there, but he didn't, he couldn't, for in his focus to pleasure her and let her enjoy herself completely, he had unwittingly unleashed a beast of desire unlike any he had ever known and that he simply had to have sated.

As he held her in his arms, he tried to take a deep breath, rein back just a little, actually a lot, so that he didn't throw her on the bed and mount her with the ferocity his desire was commanding. However, as much as he wanted to do exactly that, he realized she was young, inexperienced, and he wanted this to be slow and special for her, safe, yet wonderful...and so he had improvised, and held back his every urge to take, claim, possess and enjoy!

The water was as much for him as her, a moment to collect, slow down...but certainly, please God, please please God, do not stop. It was with trepidation, his heart pounding as he would honor her request, even if it a need to quiet the tempest that he did his best to hide inside himself. Should we, could she, continue? He nearly combusted as she looked up, eyes dark and intense, before shyly lowering them and whispering, “Yes please Sir .”

His grin was ear to ear, everything she did, every move, glance, blush, irresistible, and she wasn't even trying, she just was! He bit his lip, fought the incredible need, to rip off his clothes and take her, claim her in that very moment as his.

This would prove to be the challenge for them. Seventeen had been raised to serve, to take commands and serve her master, ideally a benevolent and loving master, but serve her master nonetheless. Rick would learn that he truly did love and cherish her submissiveness and absolute dedication to serve and make him happy, but he could not, would not have allowed himself to indulge if he didn't believe her desire was genuine and not simply contractual.

He wanted her to have a moment, inspect and hopefully enjoy the man that was about to take her sweet and magnificent gift. But that would be her choice, not her obligation, and if she did choose, then and only then would he claim her as his. "Unwrap me..." Only by seeding, at least for some brief period, control to her, could he possibly control himself!

And so he gave her that chance, unwrap him, explore him, and hopefully find him to be the same type of innate and irresistible attraction she was to him. It was a gamble, for she was perfection just look at her, he was simply a man, and in that moment, despite his success, despite his physique and looks, he felt quite inadequate to be truly worthy for the treasure before him. He knew himself, and only if he felt that she felt the same possessiveness and need for his fidelity and absolute love that he knew he would have for her, could he/could they be what he hoped? He needed to see, deep and resident in her eyes and soul, that he was the one and only, and in return, she would be his!

He saw the questioning, the short term bewilderment. This would be their challenge now and for some time, for he would push, knowing what he wanted, confident, but not always fully understanding from where she came or her comfort zone. He did push her, ever the aggressor, but always with the intent and absolute belief that she would be happier and more fulfilled. Sometimes he pushed too hard, and too fast, and it never failed to kill him to hear unintended pain in her voice. Meanwhile she often had to fight every natural instinct and training that had been her life on this wonderful island. He wanted to guide her, "Seventeen, trust me, you can do this....just take your time, investigate and explore and stop anytime you want, it will be okay, and I won't bite..." He spoke softly, smiling and winked, "...at least not yet!"

The hardest part of the next several minutes was not reaching out, not touching, particularly when she used his tie as a blindfold, and the sensory deprivation of one sense, exponentially magnified the others. Goosebumps raised and multipled, hairs stood up, and reverberations of soft, sweet touches, exploded into sensations that drove him near delirium as he tiptoed to the brink of paradise.
He smiled, yet stood still as she began to undress him. He bit his lip as she removed the fine silk foulard tie from his neck and slid it around her, hanging down her exquisite, completely naked body. It was not so much what she did, but how she did it, a bit of a tease, and the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His body brinked on combustion, she had no idea of the power she had over him. It was a simple gesture, but natural and would portend both the simple fun, and non-stop and completely natural sexual undercurrent that would underlie their entire relationship, no matter how long it lasted.

Her every touch was simply magic! The soft kisses, the gentle massage, the brushing of her soft breasts against his sculpted chest.

“No touching, my Master,” she cooed, and she owned him, did she know it, but she did. He found himself obsessed with desire, and the concept of not touching, not taking, felt deliciously impossible. Yet he didn't, he simply enjoyed. His breathing stuttered, his heard pounding and ... oh how she made him throb!

She teased and delighted him, it was as if he were a child, riding the very best ride at Disneyland, except it went on and on, ever better at every dip and turn! Her kiss was molten lava and the sweetest of truffles all wrapped in one, and then she applied the blindfold.

“No peeking,” He wouldn't dare, he had given her the wheel, and was immensely enjoying the ride. She placed her hand on his heart, "Yours...if you claim it!" He whispered, and he felt her delicate fingers work his belt. She was not experienced, furthest from it, but she was a prodigy, everything between them so easy, like it had been meant to be!

“ Sit ,” she instructed as she guided him to sit safely on the edge of the bed. Swiftly she got rid of his pants socks and shoes.

Now he was all hers!

It was a heady rush as her eyes took in every inch of the potent male who in that moment was hers bound and blindfolded .

“Mine!” She told him softly.

“Is my Master thirsty? let me tend your needs.” Seventeen placed a finger across his mouth.

“ Shhhh! No talking.”

He smiled, she was so perfectly feminine, an artform unto herself, but one he was allowed to touch and fully partake in. So soft, and sweet yet he felt her confidence growing. Today she was an ingenue, but she was also more woman than he had ever encountered, and yes, he was hers, he heard it in her voice and felt it in her touch, the same things that were coursing through his veins. It was the excitement and the terror of realizing you may have found the one, the one you should have always been with, the one who you were meant to be with from the beginning. It was heady, soul enriching, and completely terrifying!

She fed him the champagne, catering to his every need, he would get used to it, but never, ever would he take it for granted. Suddenly the music came on, and it could not have been more appropriate, Rick's blood was already boiling, body tingling, nearly convulsing as he craved her touch. She guided him back, and let the finale begin!

”You seem hot let me cool you.” Boiling...exploding...YESS!!! He stayed silent, only smiling and showing her how pleased she was making him. The ice was startling and arousing, as she worked it town his jaw, chest and tummy! He even giggled, he couldn't remember the last time he giggled, but he could also not remember ever being this happy!

The icecube left in his belly button, the sensation was excruciatingly tantalizing as she traced her fingers and nails across the tight knit fabric holstering his throbbing and impossibly hard manhood. Impossible, except, somehow, as she teased, he got even harder. "Please don't cum!" He admonished himself, he prided himself on cock control but HIS Seventeen was an irresistible force.

She sang a few bars of the song, in a sultry, dulcit tones. There was seemingly no end to her talents, and then he felt absolute lightning fire through his body as he felt her teeth, nibble daintily on his throbbing cock. He was moaning, not speaking, but moaning, deep, gutterall, she had been amazing, but he could take no more, as seduction feared transcending to torture.

He loved the sensation of her teeth, he thought a kiss or perhaps a lick through the tight fabric. Again, goosebumps and throbbing greeted the heat of her breath on his needy, wanting instrument. But then the heat vanished, and he let out a moan. No more, no mas! He wanted to scream, he needed release, he wanted her to fee him, he needed...Christ! He needed!

Suddenly the heat and softness of her lips was back, pressed firmly to his, scorching and passionate they kissed, as she slid the blindfold up from his eyes. He blinked as his eyes adjusted, and then he looked into hers, a deep, deep violet...she wanted him too! It was just one kiss, spectacular, hot but one! And she was back down, moving with purpose and he realized, she wanted him to watch.

She did not use her hands, instead, sexy, beguiling, her eyes riveted on his, making sure he took in every nuance, she sunk her teeth into his waistband. It was incredibly sexy to watch her unveil him. He was so hard it ached, an incessant throbbing and pounding a a most restless native! And then, she pulled it down and... FINALLY, sweet Jesus finally... he was released. His cock had been a caged cobra and it burst forth, aching to fire its venom. He was now watching her, hoping she delighted in what she saw. It was important to him, that she not just enjoy, but truly worship is cock...lust and want to prey to his shrine as he did hers. He had been flattered by his former lover as having a most beautiful cock, but he would not know as he had no basis of comparison. All he cared was it stirred in her anywhere near the same type of desire that her flower had in him.

He felt her wetness, as she left a trail of dripping desire up his leg and thigh as she moved up. He was preying she was finished. She had been spectacular, more than he could have hoped. He had thought this was for her, to give her control, but he realized the pleasure had been all his.

“ Make love to me please, make me yours,” she begged of him huskily.

He smiled, at least it had not so frightened her that she did not want to fully partake of its talents! "I take it I may talk now?!...I was on the verge of a heart attack, I hope you know that..." He laughed and teased his gorgeous young lover, "...but please know, I would have perished a most happy man." He licked his lips, yes he was ready to take the wheel. "Come kiss me MY Little One, it is time for you Master to enjoy his treasure, I promise, you won't be disappointed."

His turn...their turn...her flower...MINE!

She leaned down and in to kiss him, throwing her every so slightly off balance which allowed him the opportunity he wanted...

As her lightly reached out and touched his chest, his one hand firmly gripped her waist as the other her center back and he pulled her into a long, long extended kiss. He was moaning and on fire, and just that quickly control was given back to her master. He rolled over on top of her, desperately kissing her, as legs intertwined and hands and tongues roamed and played wantonly, latched lips stifling deep moans.

Finally he broke the kiss and pressed himself up from a pushup to standing on his knees, between her beautiful long legs. He wanted to look down on her, enjoy her one last moment before he planted his flag in her virgin land. He smiled as she looked up at him confused. "That was incredible, but you have kept me so long without seeing you, I wanted to just look at you, enjoy you, before I take you!"

She was stunningly gorgeous, and she gave him a little wiggle and giggle, God he loved that giggle! He reached down and putting his palms facing outward against her inner thighs he spread her legs so he could enjoy her glistening, dewy flower. "I will never tire of looking at you, enjoying your body, for never have I seen anything so beautiful as you MY Little One!"

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, never would I have allowed any man but me to share this moment....raise your hands over your head MY Little One..." She easily complied and moved into the completely submissive position and he undoubtedly had the look of a lion, feral and hungry, but his prey, while at his whim, was looking at him with equal desire.

He leaned down and gave her petals one more kiss, and a lick to refresh his need for her nectar. And then he moved up, using the strength in his legs and core to lightly hover above her, and slowly, kiss her toned, tight body all the way up. Tiny kisses and licks from her mound, to her tummy, to her belly button, to her pert breasts and her rock hard pebbled nipples, and finally her soft, cherry lips, no part of her went unappreciated.

Normally he would have stayed and stayed, but they had taken foreplay to the limit, they were edged beyond edge, and it was time to take. He was now leaning over her, resting his weigh on one straight arm, while his other reached up and held her wrists. He was rock hard, his arms and strength supported his weight. Like a divining rod intuitively knowing where to find the fresh spring, his throbbing, velvety, circumcized head found and pressed into her soft, velvety, warm, wet opening! It was that moment, she was about to be taken.

"Mmmm, OH MY Little One..." Rick was looking into her eyes, trying to read every bit of feedback she could give him. Her words had made clear her want and desire, as did the slickness of her entrance. Yet he knew, she was so tight, and he would need to take great care, slowly stretching her and letting her adjust and accommodate having his length and size inside of her, even prior to taking her flower.

"Relax my love, let me do the work, you will know when you are comfortable and ready to respond." He tried to keep his weight off her, but he leaned in and softly kissed her lips, feeling her mouth open and letting his tongue slide in to tease her. He kept easing himself further into her pussy which now had taken in his full mushroom tip, and closed tightly around it. The saving grace was how incredibly wet she had become before he even entered.

"Are you okay...tell me to stop at any point if you need a minute..." He would indeed stop, no matter how much his body screamed at him to continue! He sustained a consistent pressure downward, inching himself into her. It felt incredible as she took him and gripped him, pressing further and about to enter into her wonderful, tight, vagina. He felt the resistance, and new he was about to penetrate her thin membrane. He was not sure of the shape, but there was little doubt that to proceed there would be some tearing. "This is it...I am going to press in a bit quicker, just a little bit." He was attempting to explain she was about to lose her virginity, but her eyes told him she completely understood and was ready as much as she could be.

It was an incredible sensation, and he fought his own arousal and need against his want to protect and make this first few moments as gentle and pleasant as possible. One short thrust, only an inch or so, he was barely a quarter inside of her, and he felt the warm rush of the loss of her maidenhood. He gave her a soft kiss..."I will hold here, try to let your body get used to this, and once you feel ready, I will go in the rest of the way."

It was not long until she indicated she was ready, and sure enough, he again started to travel down a tight but lubricated tunnel. It took nearly two minutes fo Rick to get all the way inside, his hard cock fully inside of her, his balls tickling and then pressing against her ass. Again he held, he felt her body squeeze him and then release. "You did amazing, are you okay?" And only when she indicated she was indeed ready, did he allow himself the luxury, and the unparalleled pleasure of sliding his full length in and out of her amazing body, goose bumps accumulating all over his body, every hair on end.

He moaned and again leaned in and kissed her....Breaking the kiss, and pressing and flexing his upper body up so that she could look down and see how he was taking her. "God you feel so good...My Little One...so good....soo...sooo...good!" It was the most wonderful sensation...incredible arousal and explosive sensations flowing throughout his body, emanating from the way he used and she responded to his grinding and thrusts combined with feelings for a woman he both wanted to cherish and simultaneously claim. He moved and pushed himself up so that his shaft directly stimulated her clit...and as it did, she let him know her pleasure....he looked into her eyes. "Let yourself go....no one is judging you...there are no wrong answers...my body is yours...yours is MINE!"

As she began to kiss him he deepened their kiss and the next thing she knew she was on her back beneath him knowing not where she began or he ended. The feeling was one of being totally devoured by his intensity and passion. Seventeen gave back as passionately as she received pressing her nubile body closer still. She could feel his hardness between them a searing reminder of what was soon to come

As he pressed his body away to look at her she returned his gaze hers was filled with wonderment and love.

"That was incredible, but you have kept me so long without seeing you, I wanted to just look at you, enjoy you, before I take you!"

She could feel herself blushing and giggled delightfully, knowing that soon they would finally become one person, one single breathing entity, she couldn’t wait.

As he pressed her legs gently open, flustered she almost resisted; his stare was intense, the moment almost too intimate. Thankfully his little one was way beyond modestly, instead seventeen found herself entranced by the eyes perusing her most intimate parts . She squirmed beneath him moaning slightly.

“Please, “ she begged of him her voice thick with desire.

She wanted him to stop talking and make her truly his...

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, never would I have allowed any man but me to share this moment....raise your hands over your head MY Little One..."

Seventeen raised her arms arching her back slightly the action raising her breasts slightly like a delightful delicious offering for him alone. Her body glistened with sweat like a precious jewel . Her breathing deepened as she unconsciously licked her lips as her eyes devoured him back with equal intensity.

As he gently kissed her she moaned again arching and pressing towards his warm lips as they travelled from between her legs upwards across her fevered body. His kisses were like liquid fire as the travelled upwards. She could feel a deep burning need in her lower belly, could feel her desire for this man building to the point that it began to flow like viscous honey from the very depths of her, coating her inner thighs and filling the room with its heady wicked scent.

She pressed her hands into the pillow her eyes fluttered closed as she savoured each new sensation his lips afforded her willing body, she was almost frantic with wanting, the wanting of his ultimate possession.

His scorching penis was rock hard between them she could feel it pressing against her supple softness, it was beguiling to her senses. The moment its velvety tip found her entrance her eyes flew open to find his and she stilled.

Mmmm, OH MY Little One..."

Seventeen gave him a tentative smile, wanting was one thing, doing was entirely another. In that briefest of moments she felt unexpectedly shy....

"Relax my love, let me do the work, you will know when you are comfortable and ready to respond."

God she hoped so. Following his following his instructions she took a deep calming breath and closed her eyes once more , she wanted to concentrate on every single bit of what was happening.

"Are you okay...tell me to stop at any point if you need a minute..."

Wet, hot and hungry for him mixed up with a little bit of intimidation had Seventeen simply giggling; she didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to stop at all.

She could fee the tip of his velvety manhood easing gently inside of her body, feel her body responding pressing around it tight and hot , feel it begin to fill and stretch her. It was as if her body wanted to devour him pull him inside, take him deep within her. The sensation as primarily one of fullness as he relentlessly pushed forwards.

She felt him touch her hymen a sliver of pain shot up into her belly. She almost froze, it was his soothing voice which kept reassuring her, telling her that he was going to press a little bit quicker that calmed her nerves. It washed over her like a calming, loving balm. She felt herself rip, felt his loving lips on her, and quite literally saw the love pouring from his eyes towards her as hers flew open.

“I will hold here, try to let your body get used to this, and once you feel ready, I will go in the rest of the way."

A deep breath and a soft smile and once more her eyes closed as she sought to process the new sensations.

Seventeen found herself wanting more and more as she had felt him filling her. Her body wanted all of him, it clamped around his cock possessively as if unwilling to let go. It’s a cock. she thought giggling? A cock, his cock, MY cock!

Her Master waited but Seventeen’s body wasn’t having any of his “ I will hold here.” She instinctively pulled him in using her strong kegels, her long legs lifting to interlock around him pulling him closer to facilitate her needs.

As he finally began to move again pressing further into her body it seemed like almost an eternity before he was fully inside her. She could feel the welcome intruder moving slow and easy all the way until it was fully seated deep within her. Seventeen moaned her eyes finally opening to find him carefully watching her. She smiled a lazy smile. “ Goooooooood, mmmmmm.” He kept calling her His, but now he was now Hers and she wasn’t about to him go.

"You did amazing, are you okay?

Seventeen grinned at him in response as she simultaneously tightened her muscles around the turgid cock buried deep within her and the long legs that that were firmly wound around him.

“Mine!”she told him seriously.

It was then that he began to slide his full length in and out of her hot, wet, tight lithe body and their journey truly began. He filled her wonderfully, the pain receded to be replace with a slow building pleasure. She felt like a smouldering volcano. The heat that had been building deep within her core began to grow warming her from the inside out. It felt like molten lava as it spread throughout her body bathing every cell consuming ever bit of her. The orgasm that was gathering force took its own sweet time as it build and built upon its own momentum. It felt like an impending tsunami. She knew with certainty that it would rip her apart .

Her Master was quit literally obliterating every part of her, she could feel herself coming apart.

She was almost on the precipice simply waiting to be reborn as His alone.

When the Tsunami in finally hit there would be no going back!

“ Let yourself go...”

Seventeen knew she wouldn’t do that until she felt him exploding inside her, only then would she join him in what she was sure would be a trip to heaven and back.

If she were to die and be reborn it would be in the exact same instance as he was...

Claimed, Owned, MINE!

As he finally began to move again pressing further into her body it seemed like almost an eternity before he was fully inside her. She could feel the welcome intruder moving slow and easy all the way until it was fully seated deep within her. Seventeen moaned her eyes finally opening to find him carefully watching her. She smiled a lazy smile. “ Goooooooood, mmmmmm.” He kept calling her His, but now he was now Hers and she wasn’t about to him go.

"You did amazing, are you okay?

Seventeen grinned at him in response as she simultaneously tightened her muscles around the turgid cock buried deep within her and the long legs that that were firmly wound around him.

“Mine!” she told him seriously.

He slowed for a minute, he knew how special this moment was, and her words, her sincerity and genuineness, were almost overwhelming. She had no idea how true those words were, and really for the first time, and as he would learn over time, for the only person ever, yes, he was hers, completely, heart, mind and soul!

He kissed her softly, intently, for after that there would be no stopping, the wave about to crest would very quickly hit the shore and wreak erotic and emotional havoc, greaterr than any fantasy could have imagined! Thinking would be near impossible, as anything more than catching his breath and simply riding that joyous wave, over and over into her perfect body, as long and hard as he could, would be all he could do.

Her every move was simple perfection her body responding better than if he could have written the script. He felt her heels locking him in, pulling him tighter, and ever deeper inside of her!...Now deep within the throes of the most incredible and intense passion he had ever felt, there was a unity, a singularity of purpose, need and expectation that was both carnal and mystic. He felt her hunger and fed her, she felt his passion and gave! He felt her grip, take, want and not let go. Her vagina, now free of her virginity, was a man eating predator, gripping and swallowing his hot, throbbing manhood, as lustily as he drank and bathed in her nectar, stretching and claiming his treasure! Her sweet, wet, and oh so wonderfully tight body was gripping him, swallowing him, owning him and taking every bit the same possession of him, he did her! Together they were perfect, scaling higher, higher, higher!

Harder, deeper, faster, "Oh Gawd!!! Mmmm, mmmmm....ahhhh..." His eyes looked down, and so the same deep need, that clamored and echoed through his entire body. She was owning claiming, every inch, and it was all about to erupt! He reached down and gripped her thighs, spreading them, using every bit of strength in his core to thrust, grind, deliver and enjoy!

Their bodies dined voraciously, gripping tearing devouring every morsel, sucking the very marrow from the bone. He had encouraged her to cum, not because he didn't want to, need to...but he wanted to make her cum and cum for him. Her body was clearly ready, but she was waiting...he saw it within her gorgeous, pleadingy eyes. He even chuckled, "You little...okay, then...let's go!!!!" Arching his back hard, he drove his shoulders up, and his cock in until he felt his head bump into her cervix. And then, so very, very deep inside of her...HE HELD!!!

His entire body tensed, every muscle, every cell clenching, lusting and then....exploding. From the tips of his toes to the top of his head and every square inch in between, he felt his body fire, and release..."OH...Little One...My...I I I I ''m mmm cummm....ahhhhh....gggggooodd!!!! His entire body was flexed...so, so tight, the spring wound beyond any comprehension...sprung, uncoiled, and he fired, fired, fired...the ropes of the purest desire into her virgin sanctuary..."C ccummm...please...Little One...." But his words were too late...for her back was arched, her head rolled back...and she was ....HIS! The wave had hit the shore, trees and buiildings were being swept away...and he was riding....exulting ... reveling and ...completely at peace...finally home and completely sated in the eye of the hurricane!!!!

Mine…His!


"You little...okay, then...let's go!!!!"

Some part of 17 must have heard his words, she closed her eyes and simply trusted. She would ride the wind with him.

They were half past the point of no return, at the very tip of the abyss… poised to jump. She felt that like Icaris they were about to fly into the sun.

She could feel the breath before the burn, the thunder before the lightning. Every molecule of the small frame was hyper-aware. She never felt this way before…


Seventeen wanted to reach out to lasso both the moon and the stars, she wanted to pull the shimmering thread tight to her, to keep her anchored in this moment. She wanted to remain in this endless night of bliss and love for all eternity.

She needed to cum with him…now!

Seventeen held her breath as she wondered if it could ever get better than it was in this very instance.

It did.

What happened next surpassed her expectations…

Everything was heightened.They were both racing forwards at break neck speed, and yet moving in slow motion both at the same time. She could feel his breath before his kiss, the heat of his cock before it entered her. Had knowledge of his words before he groaned them out.

Her body was under his and yet she hovered above him looking down upon them both, avidly taking in the beauty and strength of his naked form as it plundered hers. Watching eyes wide his muscle and sinu rippling sensually as his gorgeous body moved purposely within her.

She could feel his rhythm building as he pushed faster and harder inside her filling her to completion. He thrust so hard it stopped her breath.

“ I can’t breathe,” she thought. “ I’m dying,”

"OH...Little One...My...I I I I ''m mmm cummm....ahhhhh....gggggooodd!!!!

His entire body flexed within her. His final thrust leaving her gasping as she was dragged abruptly back into her body as he poured his essence deep within her .

The scalding invasion and his ragged plea ..."Cccummm...please...Little One...." triggered her urgent release.

Seventeen shuddered around him and shattered beneath him.

She could hear someone howling in the distance, a desperate erie echoing of desire and want...

She arched upwards towards his hard body as her own exploded in response to his; her head thrown impossibly backward as she screamed his name together with a litany of unintelligible pleas for more, for less, for something …

” Mast…love… cumming, ohhhhh hurts, g…good, goood…gooood, m..m.. more… love…ohhhhhh….ummmmmmmm, gooood gooood ohhhhhhhhhh…dyiiiing..” she moaned out frantically.

Her long finger nails raked his back as she clung to sanity. She throbbed tightly around his cock as her whole body shook like a small demon-possessed.

Seventeen was in ecstasy, she was in agony, she was whimpering, she was giggling. She felt as if both her body and mind were exploding, their every glorious atom flying this way and that in total delicious oblivion.

The experience was both exhilarating and scary as once more she was flying free…

Her eyes were wide dilated pools of Violet's passion as they found his. Once more she was in her own body, flesh to flesh with his, slim fingers twined in his hair instinctively pulling his head towards her.

“Yours,” were the last coherent sounds he heard as her greedy lips found his, a searing brand seconds before she sought to devour him whole. No expertise here just her blatant heady need for him…

One small hand still held to the shimmering thread. Invisible it was, yet it held them unequivocally bound as one being…

“For eternity?”

His young slave certainly hoped so!

Rick Harris had been in the desert, a captive of his own choosing. It had been 7 years since his Rebecca had passed, seven and a half years since they had made love, or so he called it at the time, but now, with 17, he knew a different definition of the act, and this was only their first time. He had not been completely celibate, There had been two actresses, a Victoria's secret model, and a socialite, each had been arranged dates, and each woman had been most insistent in demonstrating her talents. Rick was amongst the most eligible bachelors in the world, and so, they had fucked, fucked him hard, each one trying to come up with something new and novel that might hook him, and all had failed miserably. Only one had he seen more than a few times, and even that one lasted less than two months. They had been spread, roughly two years apart for each, and each as forgettable as the last. So, yes, he had been in a desert... He was grinding and thrusting, 17 unable to verbally articulate, but she didn't have to, her body, her touch, her eyes and her soul gave him more than he needed.

Seven yeers, really more like 8, Orin Swift, popped momentarily into Rick's mind, or more precisely Davd Phinney, the man behind the famous wine making legend. Trained in the vineyards and winery's of Robert Mondavi, David and Rick had become friends, David loved Rick's books, and Rick loved David's wines. His first love, introduced to him by Rebecca had been Prisoner, the red blend, David had begun his legacy with and sold in 2010. But what was poignant now, was Rick's other favorite wine, "8 Years in the Desert". After David had sold his Orin Swft wines to Gallo he ahd been held to a seven year non compete. His passion was the creation of new wines, and he had found the nearly $200 million he had received, a poor substitute for that passion. He and Rick had discussed this in detail during a weekend Rick had spent as David's special guest. Each meal had been spectacular, declicious foods prepared by a master chef, and wine pairings to die for. Rick had been one of the few, to actually taste, 8 Years, before the winemaster was able to finally release his comeback wine!

What captured Rick was how hollow David had felt during that period, knowing what was missing, but unable to do anything about it. Rick had felt the same. While Rebecca had been wonderful, he wanted more, thought it possible, but yet no one came close. The men were kindred spirits, self made, passionate and in their own way uniquely brilliant. So, now, as his cock finally found home, inside the women who seemingly had been born and raised solely to be his destiny, was he finally back from the desert and not in a mirage, but truly in paradise!

Oh, how he came, the absolute rapture, "Oh ... ahhhg.... soo.... sooo.... please... ohhhh....mmmmm" The brilliant writer unable to find words to do the moment justice, yet commanding his slave, his love to give him back as he felt her wrap, arch, convulse and cum and cum and cum!!!! How long did it last? It seemed endless, for Rick years of pent up need, arguably a lifetime, and for 17, seemingly the same. He relished cumming inside her, painting her walls and filling her womb with his seed. He had cum before, but never like this, and never where the thought that it might be more than release, but the seed of procreation, welcome.

They were just starting, far too early, but here, this was where his seed belonged, and some day, one day marvelously, he would hope it took root , perhaps giving him a little girl, as beautiful and angelic as her mother, and grand mother! Rocking and thrusting he kept going and going, "Oh God, oh God I can't stop cumming... never, ever... Oh LITTLE ONE!" Rick was learning, there was no more special or magical place than his young lover's cunt! The word was not filthy, quite the opposite, his Little One's CUNT was perfection, home, paradise and a shrine, and if possible, he would never leave!

"Yours" she finally managed to say, part whisper, part gasp, her nails buried wonderfully in his chest, marking and possessing him. "YES ... MINE" He was still thrusting, no longer franttic release, but slow, steady mehtodical, simply enjoying, yet still draining all he had into her, until he could fill the reservoir of his essence and feed it to her once more. She felt so sublimely good! It would not take long before he would be fully ready again, and need more, so much more. He was a man who had nearly died of thirst, who could blame him from drinking, drinking and drinking! This first time had been gentle, romantic and incredible, but perhaps the next might be equally amazing yet give her a new flavor! 17, her body, her HER, was this incredible smorgasbord of delights. Part of him curious, like with an exotic sportscar, what all might she be capable of, and what a joy it would be finding out!

He leaned down, kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and once again he lips. Now softer, even biting and sucking playfully on her lower lip. He rolled over, and pulled her on top of him, his flag still firmly planted between her loins. "I can't leave yet, I'm not sure I will ever want to..." She was now on his side and top, her head on his broad, muscular chest, her one leg on his side, the other splayed over the top of him her pussy, centered on his still hard cock. "Do you mind MY LIttle One? I am in no hurry to leave this be, I am in no hurry to leave you. In fact, ..." He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers, while his other hand teased up and down her spine. "I want more.... I will always want more... I didn't realize I would ever want... like you make me want..."

“How are you MY Little One, how do you feel?” It was more than a question, he did care, but he also hoped she was as eager to momentarily rest and then enjoy each other more? He had just had a feast for the Gods, yet he remained hungry! She was the most amazing drug, and he wanted to be an addict! She felt so good on top of him, as if one. "Making love to you is the most incredible thing I have ever felt..." It was not a question simply a statement of truth. "We have so much to discuss, so much to plan...but for now... I just want to feel you!"