Lindsey had never in her life known such an elegant and powerful man. He didn't walk; even when casually crossing the grass with her, he strode. Although he had himself suggested the stroll through Central Park, there was an edge to his demeanor. She could tell he had a purpose beyond seeing her for the first time in the sunlight. She lengthened her stride and forced herself abreast of him.
"Ian?" She spoke his name like a question. "Where are we going?"
He came to a full stop. She nearly ran into him, and he took the opportunity to seize her hair and pull her against the fullness of his body. He looked around furtively- no one was paying them the slightest attention. She held herself erect with anticipation and fear- he had never touched her like this in public.
"You know better than to question me. Don't you?" His expression was hard. Her face flushed with embarrassment at having broke the second rule of their trysts.
She nodded.
With a warning in his eyes he released her. Unceremoniously, he continued along his path with those unyielding strides. She willed her taunt muscles to follow him. Her body began to perspire lightly from exertion and the knot of angst that always accompanied his displays of power. She could not disobey him again. She was a new servant to her master- learning how to please him before she herself would finally earn the pleasure of his thick manhood.
As they crested the hill she paused to take in the sprawling beauty. The park wore its spring as lightly as a silk robe, the gently flowered air that of sweet feminine perfume. Nature ripe bounty spread out before her like a willing woman. The simple magnificence of it made her nerves tingle, her secret flesh moisten.
He had continued on, not looking back to confirm the obvious certainty that she would follow. At the bottom of the hill was a footpath leading into a dense clump of trees. She hurried after him as he disappeared into wood, cursing herself for letting him get so far ahead. It was unlikely she would escape the afternoon with out facing his displeasure at her lack of obedience.
At the edge of the wood she paused, it was darker than she could have anticipated. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw the outline of a shack-like building nestled organically in the trees. It was as though it had grown there from a sapling like the oak she rested against. Ian must be in that shack! And the though was enough to propel her forward, her womanhood quivering.
She approached the door timidly but with utter resolve. It was cracked open. She could smell the damp of old wood and the mossy growth of unstoppable nature. She pushed the opening wider with the toe of her stiletto pump, now caked with fresh grass and wet mud. Stepping into the creaking structure, she looked up, distracted by the fluttering of birds.
He launched himself at her from the darkness, pinning her body against the wall. With his foot he slammed the door shut and the whole structure groaned and shook in protest. His torso was broad and thickly muscled, she knew her master's hard body even in the dark. She was being tested- did she trust him fully with her body and her life? He had his hand against her throat. His dominance proved over her trembling body. He commanded her obedience.
"Why did you keep me waiting?" His question was an insistent whisper with the impressive force of his physical presence.
"Forgive me!" She half pleaded, half whimpered. She couldn't help the reaction of her sex, flooding her panties with dew in a terrified yearning.
He held her against the wall in angst and terror. He tightened his grip on her throat, cocking his head in contemplation. Lindsay, unaccustomed to such dominance, half fainted with fear. Her body went limp and he caught her, lifting her off the ground. He carried her to a low bench and laid her out to recover herself. Then he methodically began stripping his clothes off.
She willed herself back to consciousness. He would be angry with her if she did not perform for him and her waiting would continue. She could feel his movements across the room. Her eyes fluttered gently open as he stepped out of his pants- folding them neatly and stacking them with his other garments on top of his brief case. Such a meticulous man. She was entranced by the near nakedness of his perfect body, forcing her weak body upright in a desperate need for him. He approached her- only a thin layer of silk separating her face from his perfect cock. She pressed her lips to his crotch.
He could feel her hot breath through his shorts, his manhood twitching and swelling to meet her willing mouth. She would learn to obey him more fully in time, to trust him with complete possession of her body. More importantly, she would relinquish control of her will to his urges and become a vessel for his pleasure. In exchange he would be the benefactor of her every need, the guardian of all that she yearned for.
At the moment, that meant the gift of his hard cock.
He pushed her away firmly away from him, her back against the park bench. He came closer, straddling her closed knees, and ripped her silky blouse open, revealing the creamy mounds of her generous flesh. He pulled the bra off her shoulders; it dangled from her forearms. The heavy pears of her breast hung perfect and delicious in the dim light. He had to taste her dewy skin.
He bent over her, his lips touching the taunt muscle of her neck. His tongue flicked and danced down her collar bone, biting the soft edge of her shoulder. She gasped softly and he pinched her tanned nipples, firm and insistent.
"Now" he murmured into her nape, "Do you remember your words?"
She half moaned in reply. "Green and Red" was her throaty yes.
"Good." He stood and eyed her meaningfully. "You will use them when necessary."
He delicately removed her dangling bra, and regarded the tensile strength with a brief tug. She nodded her acquiescence.
"Stand." he ordered. She swiftly obeyed.
