"Turn around, and look in the mirror" he commands me.
I turn, but my gaze stays lowered until his fingers lift my chin, to make me look at my naked chest.
"You are so beautiful" he murmurs into my ear from behind me.
He places his chin on the top of my head, directly above me. He is much taller than I am. I am only 5'4", and he is definitely over 6 foot.
His hands reach around my body to cup my breasts, his fingers playfully flicking my nipples, making them harden. My breasts are too full for me to hold like this, but his hands are much larger than mine, and they fit perfectly.
"You've been a very naughty girl" he then tells me, his voice taking on a stern note. "You must be punished."
I swallow nervously, looking up into his hard eyes in the mirror.
"You made me chase you" he accuses me, his voice low and calm and quiet. "You knew how I felt about you, but you made me say it out loud. You made me come to get you. Do you know what your punishment will be?" He then asks me.
I give a little shake of my head.
"You are not allowed to touch yourself" he answers in a tone of voice that brooks no arguments. "All of your pleasures will come only from me, when I Will them. Do you understand?"
I make a soft gasp of protest.
"You won't submit?" he asks, an edge creeping into his voice.
"It's just... I didn't mean to make you unhappy" is my excuse. "I didn't want to bother you!"
"Girl!" he exclaims irritatedly, spinning my body around to face him.
I gaze up into the fire that burns in his eyes, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my upper arms.
"You are MINE! Body and soul, and everything in between!" he declares. "You need to get your head right!"
"Ummm... sorry" I respond awkwardly.
"I have to show you first" he mutters cryptically, his eyes narrowing.
He leans down to kiss me, enveloping me in his arms, his hand burrowing into my hair as he takes command of my head, holding me where he wants me. His lips move sensuously over mine, parting them, his tongue flicking gently between my teeth.
My legs grow weak, as an electrical fire races through my veins, burning my entire body with intense heat, melting all resistance to my lover.
Somehow we move to the bed, wrapped inside one another's arms, and he thrusts into me with a quickness and a fierceness that touches the deepest parts of my soul.
THIS...
This is what I've been waiting for. My whole life has led up to this moment. THIS completion. This Oneness. My perfect match, my perfect mate, my soul's destined companion. It couldn't possibly feel this good otherwise. I must truly belong with him.
In the morning when I wake up, he's sitting in a chair by the window, watching me. I smile shyly at him and stretch, my body still feeling the effects of our night of bliss.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asks me calmly.
I nod my head enthusiastically.
"Good" he responds. "That is what we are meant to have together, when we come together in perfect harmony, BUT, when you misbehave, it creates a discord between us that must be addressed" he states.
