He awoke covered in sweat, knowing what he had to do. He got out of bed and began to dress. His heart beating hard and fast, his palms sweaty, his legs feeling unsteady. The cool crispness of the night air felt good against his skin, the trees almost barren, the ground wet from the fall dew. The moon covered by drifting clouds made the shadows of the night dance as the music lead him towards his destiny. His fear mixed with anticipation, what was his soul leading him to? Would she be waiting, when he thought about her in physical form his heart picked up its pace. Had his mind played a trick on him, teasing him with what he needed and wanted so badly. But as he looked through the rod iron fencing, he gazed upon her beauty, cloaked in a shimmering black dress he could see the outline of her body, swaying to the music that she called towards her. The scent overtook him, he could not move, yet he had to get to her, but all he could do was watch her. seconds seemed like hours, all he could do was long to be next to her. The music grew louder, he could hear nothing but the music, then she turned to him her eyes locked with his, her arm stretched out and her fingers summoned him to her. His body lifted from the spell he made his way to the creature who had possessed him for so many years. All he wanted was her, nothing in the world mattered, just to touch her to be close to her, to be intoxicated by her scent. Standing so close he could see her nakedness through the fabric. Her scent played upon his emotions, and he could feel the desire rising in him, he needed her, what ever she wanted from him he would give. He reached to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin. She grabbed his hand and stopped him. Her touch was warm and sent ripples of sparks through his whole body. He dropped to his knees and begged for her. Asking that she take him, take him to the place he had so longed for. Begging her to take away the torture from his soul, to give him life with her. Her hand stroked his head, the warmth of her touch consumed his entire being. She lifted his face up, and in her hand was the collar. It was blood red and embellished with silver C' s all around it, heavy and thick with a sliver ring attached to it. He knew what she wanted of him before she spoke.
The smell of the fine leather and the deep warmth of her touch as she slipped the collar around his neck brought a life to him that he had never felt before, electrical impulses surged through his body. He had never felt so alive, his thoughts so clear, his urges never so strong as they were at this very moment. She attached the lead to the ring and tugged on the lead for him to stand. He stood in front of her, hypnotized by the deep darkness of her eyes, her hands began to undress him, very slowly his clothes fell away from his body, and as each piece of fabric fell he felt a freedom he had never experienced in his life, a birth of the passion that had hidden in his very soul. Waiting for her to give life to it. Her scent tantalized his animal urges, stirring in him the need to throw her down and fuck her until his body could no longer move. But his body would not obey him. He watched her as she reached up and untied the ribbon that held the fabric of her dress together. Her naked body illuminated by the moon light, the perfection of her beauty as he gazed upon it compared to nothing he had ever seen. Even in his dreams her beauty was nothing as it was now. She pulled the lead towards her, the collar tugged at his neck forcing him next to her. Her nakedness pressed next to him, her breast warm against his skin, her hands so soft and tender, her nails lightly scratching down his shoulders. His cock stiff between their bodies. She drew his mouth to her, the kiss that he had longed for. Her lips like rose petals the sweet taste of honey that he had remembered and desired more of, now his! She kissed him softly, a mix of sensuality, eroticism and pure lust! As her lips lingered on his, her hand slid down his chest, he took a sharp breath as her hand reached his cock, she played it like a precision instrument, and he could feel the music grow within him. She stroked him with such a light touch and then tightened her hand commanding his cock to do her will. When he thought he could no longer stop his pleasure she pulled away from him and got down on her knees. With her soft lips she kissed the head of his cock, and as he looked down at her she took him in her mouth. He did not believe he could hold out much longer.
He wished to grab the back of her head, to force his entire cock in her mouth, to feel the head rub the back of her throat, but all he could do was watch her soft lips slide over his cock, watch her tongue lick at it, teasing him taunting him, her mouth working him, bringing him to the very edge and then pushing him back once more. She squeezed his balls playing with them, the pain at times causing him to pull away, only to have her pull him closer. Yet her mouth always staying focused on his cock! She was sucking his very essence from him and he allowed her to do so. He felt the he could no longer stop himself, she had control bringing him to a primal orgasm, the weakness in his body caused him to drop to his knees as she sucked the last of his seeds from his throbbing cock. She laid back her body a magical vessel, his eyes wanted nothing more than to drink all of her in, wanting to burn every inch of her in his mind. She spread her legs the juice from her glistened, not only was her pussy covered with the wetness but it was on her inner thighs as well. Her scent sent him into a frenzy of lust, the scent from so long ago that had played upon him so many times was now his to taste, was now his to devour! She allowed him to touch her, to spread her and gaze upon the gift he was about receive. Her lips silky and warmer than any he had ever touched, her wetness grew even more as his fingers explored her opening, he played with her as if he had never touched a women before, his eagerness to please her with his touch, to watch her body as he brought pleasure to her was the only thing that was in his mind.