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    “You’ve been a difficult one, Toni.  Why is that?   Why have you resisted me?”             
    I sat very still in his lap, feeling his fingers stroke through my long strawberry ringlets.  I loved the attention, but I was still refusing to sign my life over to this man, Phenom or no.  I knew he was bothered by that fact, and sometimes I held out just to know that I held power over him.  Today was one such day, and, judging by his exasperation, he knew it.              
    I curled up closer against him, offering no response.  He sighed as I half-heartedly played with his long auburn hair.  I inhaled deeply, taking in the musky smell of the Undertaker.  I allowed myself to be intoxicated in the scent, delighted at the feel of his fingertips against my cheek.  He guided me to look into his eyes, and the emerald gaze showed frustration and love.  “‘Taker, I know you want me to belong to you.  But why must I turn my life over to you?  Why can’t I belong to you and still be me?”             
    A deep sigh escaped from him.  I knew I was disappointing him, but it was important that I keep my identity.  He gently bent to grace my lips with his.  “Because, Toni.   I can’t bear the thought of another man capturing your attention.  I want you to be mine, and mine alone.”             
    I bit my lip and looked at his feet.  Most women would give their right arm to be in this position: a handsome, wealthy, caring man wanting her to be devoted to him, yet I refused to give him what he wanted.  Such a simple request… to be devoted only to him.  He would take care of me, and all I had to do was agree to stay with him.   Was I standing up for myself, or being a fool?             
    His fingers were trailing down my arms, and his touch was sending bolts of electricity through me.    “Toni…”  The longing for both my soul and body was in his voice.             
    At the sound of my name I shifted to look at him, and he shivered slightly.  I felt a small amount of pressure against my side, and I smirked before I could help myself.   I shifted again, and the pressure increased.              
    A low growl escaped his lips at my expression.  “Vixen.”  He closed his eyes and leaned into me.              
    I trailed my fingers along the edge of his robe, barely touching the skin beneath.  I looked up at his face… his eyes were still closed, and he was biting the corner of his lip.   I smiled wickedly, and straddled his lap, feeling the pulse beneath me quicken.  I leaned against his chest, my hands on his shoulders.  I could tell that he was beginning to fight his desire.   That’s what drew me to him initially… his cool exterior, his constant self-control.  As I was having fun exerting my own power over his, I decided to test his resilience.  I touched his cheek, stroking it, then tilted his face towards mine, kissing him, our lips barely touching.  I nipped at his bottom lip, increasing the pressure of the kiss at a tantalizingly slow pace.
    ‘Taker opened his eyes to look into mine, and I shifted my hips forward, drawing forth his soft gasp.  I wanted to see how far I could take him before he snapped, and I kept teasing him, moving in his lap, nipping at his flesh, kissing him softly, until finally he took over, cupping the back of my head, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.  I allowed myself to be swept up in the passion for a moment before climbing off his lap and kneeling before him on the floor.  I looked into his eyes, and seeing the care and carnal desire that lie there, I decided I was being a fool all along.  I smiled at him.  “Would you like me to pleasure you, Master?”             
    Even through his haze of lust it registered.  Instantly his body covered mine on the floor, pinning me on my back.  His breath came fast and hard, and his eyes pierced through to my very soul.  I was drowning under the combination of adrenaline and lust in my veins.  I wanted nothing more than to be his, and for him to take me as his own.  “Please, Master….”             
    He closed his eyes with a low moan, slowly lowering his body to mine.  ‘Taker’s tongue traced my lips, then glided into my mouth, exploring slowly.  With one hand still holding me down, the other began wandering along my body, gently moving aside the fabric that lay there.  When I lay nude beneath him, he stopped, moving away and rising to his feet.             
    My lips were swollen, my mind was reeling, but my eyes questioned him.  “‘Taker?”             
    He smiled wickedly as he helped me to my feet.  “Yes, Toni.  Darkness brings him as your lover, and daylight as your master.”  He pulled me tight against his robe, and my stomach trembled at the contact.  To hear him call himself my lover brought shivers to my spine.              
    The Undertaker took my hand, leading me into a darkened room.  There, he told me to lie on the bed and close my eyes.  The satin sheets were cold beneath my heated flesh.  I closed my eyes, and many seconds passed.  Seconds turned to minutes, seeming like eternity while I waited for the unexpected.  I began to whine softly, wondering if he had left me.  I wanted to open my eyes, but ‘Taker had said to close them…. “He’ll come back.  He wouldn’t leave me here.  He’ll come back,” I whispered to myself.  “Please, ‘Taker… come back.  I need you.  I want you.  Come back.”  I fought the urge to open my eyes and look around, biting my lip to distract myself.               
    I gasped in shock and pleasure both as he kissed my stomach.   My body shivered at the heat of his mouth, and at the chill of his fingers as he touched me.              
    “Fear not.  Open your eyes, for I have returned.”  His voice was dark, and thick with lust.              
    My opened eyes revealed his nude body before me, standing on the floor.  I took in every feature as he watched.  I sat up, attempting to stand when his hands forced me back on the bed, this time joined by him.   He kissed me passionately, and the last thread of my resistance broke.  I was his. 

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    I awoke the next morning to the feeling of a hand drifting along my arm.  I turned to face the man whose name I had cried the night before, and he smiled lovingly at me.               
    “Good morning, Toni.  You slept well?”             
    I yawned a bit and stretched, nodding.              
    “Good.  You’ve a long day ahead.  But first, time for breakfast.”  He leaned over, kissing me with a passion that made my head spin.  His strong arms coaxed me out of bed and onto my feet, where he slid a robe around my shoulders.


To Be Continued...

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