Rowland, The Senators Son

Chapter 15 Taken

She was true to her word; she tested his mind, his body, his control. Each encounter left him stronger and with an unsurpassed sensation of peace and balance.

His body thrummed at her simplest touch, her words always challenging. She was strength and softness, gentleness and command. Her ability to understand and know his thoughts surprised and delighted him.

Though she had chastised him, after a red carpet event, when his attentions towards her were too obvious. She had paddled him raw forcing him to call 'stabit' she had also denied him release for two weeks as punishment, the whole time teasing and edging him. In the end, he had begged for release and promised to never be so reckless again.

In her words, "you will never endanger yourself. I am the shadow that provides warmth in the darkness. I am no chattel to be publicised or shown off. I belong to no one."

She had made him vow, but he did not understand he would have proudly been associated with her. He thought perhaps she was not proud of him. A thought she banished shortly thereafter, through her thought and deed with a little trip to Emporium where she publicly collared him, an announcement to all that he belonged to the House of Dark Angel.

What amazed him that night is that she had allowed others to play with him?

With the anonymity of mask and protection of the collar, Shiki, Princess and Boy had all put hands on him under her watchful eye and he was not sure if his reactions were from their touch or the excitement of being her entertainment and on public display.

After they had finished, she had taken him to a booth and just held him. This woman that was physically so much smaller than he seemed suddenly a giant and he revelled in her closeness.

His Lady had kissed his lips, an almost chaste affair, but his own hunger saw him reversing their position and he drew her to his lap. He knew she was allowing this.

Rowland kissed those enticing red lips, and he drew her in close. Her taste was more than his mind could absorb. Was only the burning of his lungs that saw their lips part, the moment was gone his Dark Angel returned.

He now had the full realisation of his father's unquestioning adoration for this virago. His father and Alexia had played for years and he could not fathom how his father could have willingly let her go. They had only been playing for a few months and she was already his everything. There was an earned respect and loyalty to each other and yes a trust. It was like she was healing what he had previously lost with Miss America. It was not a traditional love story. It was much more.

He still dreamed of her every night but the dreams now brought him peace. What he could not understand is that she did not take him for her release. He knew he excited her; He could smell her delightful arousal.

Maybe he could get Toku or Lance to explain it. He had grown close to all the men of her house and even some women who Dark Angel mentored and protected. There was a bond between them fostered by respect and trust.

It had been interesting to start with, unlike with characters such as Blain Jackson there had been no obligatory pissing matches to work out whose dick was bigger. He smiled to himself well that was definitely Toku but none of the men seemed to feel any threat from him when it came to the attention of their Lady.

Each offered something different, and she offered unwavering support.

He had seen young Ekon crumpled at her feet one night after a close friend had taken his life. She had knelt beside him and comforted him. What surprised him is they all had. She made sure the boy knew he was not alone. This was a family connection he had with his brothers but they were not kin they were more than blood; they were bound by the love and strength of one. He wondered what had made her that way.

He loved to watch her interactions with others, her natural grace and courtesy, her ability to gently guide others for their own good without manipulation. Most of all, he admired how she seemed to have been able to reconcile her own light and darkness. She encouraged him to seek a greater awareness of the world around him.

This awareness brought new benefits he could clearly see the lie in a witness's eye even before they spoke, or a jury member's distrust for authority. While he had seen these things before it now came with no conscious effort. There also came the ability to see the motivations of those around him. He could have laughed at the illusions or delusions of control others wrapped themselves in.

So when he was approached by a contingent of his late father's friends wanting for him to run for Governor. He saw it immediately for what it was, their opportunity for them, to leverage off his father's reputation and position him to their own benefit.

Not willing to make any commitment until he knew every single thing about each man. Knowing he could potentially leave himself in the pits of hell with ruthless devils if he agreed. He gave polite assurance that he would take their offer seriously and sent them on their way.

So it was two days later his lady had him bent over the desk in the study as she sat crossed legged on top of the desk to one side dripping wax to his back.

"Where is your mind, my Puer?"

Rowland did not answer in fact he was not sure.

"Stabit," she called.

"Why?" he whined like a child whose toy had just been taken away.

Alexia looked at him with a bemused smile. "You, my Puer are not in the mood for play, I could scourge you but that would not bring me pleasure."

She was now picking small pieces of wax from his back her daft little fingers making quick work of its removal.

"Now do you want to share what has your mind so captured that I cannot even distract you?" she asked.

Still sitting on top of his desk she pushed him back into the chair and now arranged her legs either side of him.

"Well, that is one way you could distract me." He drew his eyes from her face over her body that now looked like a banquet to a starving man.

Picking up their glasses and handing him one. She gave a snort of laughter, "tell me."

He sipped. "I had some of my father's friends visit me the other day."

"Let me guess the who's who of movers and shakers," he gave her a puzzled look, and she continued. "Well they took their time; I was expecting them months ago."

Now he was confused. "Why were you expecting them?"

"You are the D.A. for New York, you have a spotless reputation, and your Father was the honourable Ryan John Jeffers a man respected and trusted by all even his political opponents, why would they not seek you out at the beginning of your political career," every word from her lips a firm conviction.

"I am not a Politician," Rowland denied.

"No, you are more." Alexia looked him straight in the eye. "You are much, much more, you are a leader."

"How could you be so sure?" he questioned.

"I just am, I told you once there is no part measure with me there is do or don't and this is something you will do." Alexia stated.

"Are you telling me to do it?" Rowland asked.

"No" Alexia paused and picked up the sterling silver photo frame. "I am trusting in the thoughts and words of a man I loved." She moved her body from the desk and placed the frame in front of him. "And I know you."

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