When The Casanova Meets His Match: Zak Bagans

I'm Not A Man Who Likes The Word No (3)

I froze at his question, out of the corner of my eye I saw him stare at me.

"Darling? Are you alright?"

"Oh! Yes, pardon me."

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to?"

I thought of what Mr. Dawson said to me and all the stories I had heard. Were they true?

"No, that's very sweet of you, but that will of be necessary."

"Ms. Taylor, I think it is, your safety is imperative to me." He put a hand on his chest and put the other on my arm. I looked up into his eyes.

"Yes, I understand, I will be perfectly safe in my own home."

"Ms. Taylor, I guess we don't really know each other, I'm not a man who likes the word 'No'." He leaned closer and closer with each word.

I was enthralled with him, his face, his chest, his arms. I didn't know what to do with myself. No woman can say no to him, that's why they don't leave. What if my dream came to fruition?As I thought, Zachery looked out of the window behind me.

"We just passed your house, looks like your staying with me." He whispered.

Too late now.

We pulled up to his large, beautiful mansion. After he helped me out of the carriage we walked inside. He showed me the whole house, except one room, I saw a wooden door with a padlock on it. I walked to it, he grabbed my arm saying "never go down there! It's just some old paperwork that I had to keep for business."

He lead me to his bedroom and told me to make myself comfortable. I sat down on the bed, it had black satin sheets "this man likes black" I whispered to myself. Zachery came back from his closet where he had changed into his pajamas. "So, are you tired?" He asked me.

"Not really." After a moment I realized why he asked me that? My dream can't happen! "Actually," I yawned "I am tired."

"You don't, seem tired." He took two fingers and ran them up and down my arm. I shivered.

"To be truthful, I'm not." I turned my head and looked at him.

"Well then." He kissed me passionately and roughly. Making me lay down on the bed. He ran his hand up my left (your right) side. I moaned, making him chuckle. He kissed me and began to unbutton my dress. After he did that he unlaced my corset leaving me nude.

I sat up to him and untied his robe, finding he had no shirt on. My eyes popped at the sight of his rock-hard chest, he put his hands around my waist and laid us both down, him on the top me on the bottom. "What am I doing?" I thought, "I can't let this happen!" I thought. He stood and crawled over me again. I giggled as he ran his hands up and down my sides and legs. He kissed my stomach finally coming to my lips. "You call me master." He whispered in my ear, forcing a giggle from my throat. He began to make love to my body. I moaned his name under his request I called him master. After he was done, I realized, my dream had only partly come through. "Good." I thought. I laid with Zachery and fell asleep.

I awoke to soft kisses on my forehead.

I opened my eyes, Zachery gazed down at me smiling. "Good morning love." He kissed me quickly and headed to finish dressing, he tied his tie and came back to me.

"What do plan to do today?" I asked putting my head on his shoulder.

"I wanted to be alone with you."

"Alright, that sounds splendid!" I lifted my head from his shoulder and stood.

"Where are you going?" He asked following me.

"I must get home. I have to change into day clothing if we are going out." He helped me into his carriage and got in with me. We rode to my home and went inside.

Mr. Dawson came rushing to me.

"Oh Ms. Taylor I'm so glad you're back! I was worried!"

"Is something wrong Mr. Dawson?"

"It's your mother!"