"Are you sure about this? You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you do this now, you won't be able to change that forever."

There was a long pause. He tried to read her expression, but she was so intent on her own thoughts she couldn't be sure he was really looking at her. Finally, she sighed and nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him. With a sudden burst of energy, she pulled his hand and placed it on the centre of her breast. He froze, unable to say a word or move or do anything, as a thrill of pleasure coursed through his veins. 'Most beautiful woman he had ever seen,' he thought. Her skin shined in the low light as she blushed. He breathed deeply, letting the sight of her breasts and her lips and the heavy feel of her skin filled his senses.

"Please, have me, sir Dominick. I...I love you, and I..."

"Wait." Dominick broke off and stared at her, unable to grasp what she was saying. "Love? Me?" His heart seemed to stop its beating. Had he heard her right? Was this a joke? He asked skeptically.

"I do, sir Dominick. I wanted to tell you the last time you confessed to me...but I couldn't bring myself to. I thought I wasn't worth your love. A mere slave like me..." Her eyes welled with tears, and he could see a real sadness there.

Dominick caressed her with his eyes, trying to understand her words. Her words held no bitterness or meanness. Her sadness reflected how hard she had been struggling to get her freedom, and how hurt and lonely she had really been.

"Hey, don't say that, ok? In my eyes, you are not a slave. You are the best girl I've ever met."

"Then prove it, sir Dominick." As she finished speaking, Dominick kissed her softly, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Her lips tasted like peppermint and jasmine, and there was a subtle sweetness to her kiss that was very satisfying. After a few seconds, she pulled away, smiling a little embarrassed.

"You want me to prove it? How?" Dominick teased her with his eyes.

She blushed and giggled, her happiness over the dream and the deadly urge to kiss her again, growing as Dominick pulled her against his chest. It was as if she could actually feel the warmth of his body, the tightness of his muscles, and the strength of his heartbeat against her breasts. His bulge rubbed against her thighs. She dropped her hands to his chest and traced the taut muscle and the firm grip of his bicep.

"I want you..." Her words sounded broken, her tone helpless.

"You want what, Sarah?" Dominick asked, sweeping his hands along the smooth, bare skin of her back. She loved the sensation of his hands against her, of the rough calluses on his fingers. His hands were large, masculine, and had no problem feeling through the skin on her back as he ran them up and down the curve of her spine.

You--I...mmm...sir-sir--Dominick! Ah! Oh, my God!"

Sara's body jerked with the unexpected and intense sensation that suddenly raced through her body, making her pulse pound and heat up her limbs. Her thighs quiver with excitement. She clenched her hands, and slowly opened her eyes to look at Dominick, amazed to see him looking back at her.

"I want you to...do you know-that thing with me." She blushed, unable to say the word aloud, her mouth dry and burning, her eyes darting to his. She could feel his big hands pull her even closer, panting.

"That thing? You mean..." Dominick paused. He licked his lips, and Sara felt her body heat up, hotter, more urgent than she'd ever felt. She swallowed. "...to fuck you?"

He was looking into her eyes. It took a long moment, but Sara finally managed to push past her emotions and craned her neck, staring at him, searching his face. He was handsome, his eyes the darkest chocolate brown with flecks of gold. Her body trembled with desire.

"...Yes, sir Dominick. I want you to have me instead of my Master. I know he might want to do it with me soon. I-I see the way he...stares at me...like-like I'm a food or something. His touch and words... make me uncomfortable. I'm certain he will have sex with me soon." She sighed sadly.

Dominick's tongue flickered in his mouth. He made the thought of it more horrible by trying to picture something truly nauseating. And in the back of his mind, he knew the main reason for the thoughts.

"I won't let him lay his filthy hands on you. I'm here for you, and I'll penetrate you first like you want me to."

"...Thank you, sir Dominick." Sliding her hand from his face, she ran it through her hair as he watched her. She was going to be his, or his, and he'd much rather it were in his bed than hers.

"You don't need to thank me. You are my woman now."

Dominick put his hands on her waist and slid her over onto him. He lifted her until she was straddled over his hips. She held her arms tight around him as he kissed her deeply. Shredding her dress open and slowly letting it fall to the floor, he took off his jacket and shirt, and he tossed them onto the floor. His jeans and compression briefs came off quickly as he stood naked. He threw Sarah on the large bed and she sank down, gripping the duvet with one hand and pulling her legs up until her thighs were tight against his thighs. His erection pressed heavily against the soft skin of her hip.

Dominick ran the head of his cock through her lower lips, so that they split, and sucked on her hard nipples. She gasped and tried to draw her breasts away, but he grabbed them, then clamped them, one on each hand, to his mouth, making them hurt. He looked at her, his eyes wide, full of desire. She was a vision of innocence, beautifully naked, her blue eyes enchanting, and her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, while her breasts swung forward, full and yielding. Warmth spread through her body.

"Sarah?"

"...Sir-Dominick..." Sarah swallowed. Her voice trailed off and Dominick stared at her. She found herself tongue-tied.

"I want to put it in now. Are you ready?" He asked, looking at her intently. "If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop immediately. Do you understand?" He looked to the door and then back at Sarah.