line of strong males. It’s bred into me. In our enclave in the mountains, this type of sex is normal. The women crave submission and pain every bit as much as the males crave to dominate. It’s our heritage.”
“That sounds like a cult. I think it’s time we leave.” She turned toward the door. Michael reached out and put a hand on her arm, stopping her movement.
“It’s not a cult. It’s biological.” Michael shrugged. “I learned at an early age who I am and what I like. I like subjugating women. I don’t do vanilla sex. I’ll go without if I’m between females who can handle my needs.” Michael’s gaze held Kate pinned.
Michael closed his eyes and shook his head. He let her go and paced the room. “During sex, I make the rules. I don’t have to worry about playing fair or containing my energies in the sense that sex is a physical battle. I can only be free when I am dominating a woman because I know at some point I will be able to unleash all my energies and my woman will thrive under my power. I can’t separate mind and body. They are one and I make sure my women know that and feel that integration that your culture ignores.” He turned and pinned her again. “Does any of this make sense to you?”
Kate met his gaze. Stunned by his passion, she realized she’d never thought of what it meant to be a male in this culture—a feminist culture that proclaimed nurturing, communication and cooperation as religious truths. It was a culture that discounted the nature of males.
Before Kate could respond, he continued. “When I see a woman tied to my bed, I feel powerful. That’s my reality. When I hear a woman moaning and screaming and pleading with me to satisfy her, I feel powerful. In those moments, the energies that wash through me are channeled and controlled. I never feel out of control. The woman is though. She can’t stop her emotions from breaking free and all her thoughts are focused on her body and what I’m doing. Kate, have you ever surrendered completely?” he asked in a whisper.
Kate closed her eyes and struggled to remain standing. Her knees were weak and her breath short. She didn’t want to answer his question. She wanted to tell him she never gave up control. She knew he could take her to a place where her every action would be a response to his and that place frightened her. She didn’t rely on any man enough to go there. Did she? Kate felt him move in front of her. She felt his hand on her face—a light touch, just barely a whispered graze.
“Kate, do you want to test your limits?”
Kate kept her eyes closed, as if she could close him out of her mind by the simple action.
“Kate, look at me,” he said.
Kate shook her head, still trying to escape his words.
His finger tilted her chin.
She opened her eyes just as his lips descended. Hard, warm and gentle lips lightly pressed hers. Kate melted and opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. He pulled back. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.
“I already told you, I don’t do vanilla sex, Kate. Pleasure is only one component of what you’re capable of feeling. Why ignore the other half of your sensory potential? Sex is on my terms or not at all.”
“But you want me.”
“Oh yes, I want you very much…but on my terms, not yours.”
“Your games look far too scary for me.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
Kate took a deep breath, fighting to regain her equilibrium. “I don’t trust any man that much.”
Michael smiled a little and shrugged. “Think about what I’ve said. I’m sorry you aren’t interested in testing your limits tonight. Let’s go to dinner.”
Michael hid his disappointment. He’d never met a woman quite like Kate. The women in his clan met his advances with joyful submission. Despite being feminine and curvy, Kate was also independent and focused. She wasn’t compliant and cooperative.
Outside the clan, Michael’s looks and manner meant that he rarely had to pursue a woman for
“That sounds like a cult. I think it’s time we leave.” She turned toward the door. Michael reached out and put a hand on her arm, stopping her movement.
“It’s not a cult. It’s biological.” Michael shrugged. “I learned at an early age who I am and what I like. I like subjugating women. I don’t do vanilla sex. I’ll go without if I’m between females who can handle my needs.” Michael’s gaze held Kate pinned.
Michael closed his eyes and shook his head. He let her go and paced the room. “During sex, I make the rules. I don’t have to worry about playing fair or containing my energies in the sense that sex is a physical battle. I can only be free when I am dominating a woman because I know at some point I will be able to unleash all my energies and my woman will thrive under my power. I can’t separate mind and body. They are one and I make sure my women know that and feel that integration that your culture ignores.” He turned and pinned her again. “Does any of this make sense to you?”
Kate met his gaze. Stunned by his passion, she realized she’d never thought of what it meant to be a male in this culture—a feminist culture that proclaimed nurturing, communication and cooperation as religious truths. It was a culture that discounted the nature of males.
Before Kate could respond, he continued. “When I see a woman tied to my bed, I feel powerful. That’s my reality. When I hear a woman moaning and screaming and pleading with me to satisfy her, I feel powerful. In those moments, the energies that wash through me are channeled and controlled. I never feel out of control. The woman is though. She can’t stop her emotions from breaking free and all her thoughts are focused on her body and what I’m doing. Kate, have you ever surrendered completely?” he asked in a whisper.
Kate closed her eyes and struggled to remain standing. Her knees were weak and her breath short. She didn’t want to answer his question. She wanted to tell him she never gave up control. She knew he could take her to a place where her every action would be a response to his and that place frightened her. She didn’t rely on any man enough to go there. Did she? Kate felt him move in front of her. She felt his hand on her face—a light touch, just barely a whispered graze.
“Kate, do you want to test your limits?”
Kate kept her eyes closed, as if she could close him out of her mind by the simple action.
“Kate, look at me,” he said.
Kate shook her head, still trying to escape his words.
His finger tilted her chin.
She opened her eyes just as his lips descended. Hard, warm and gentle lips lightly pressed hers. Kate melted and opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. He pulled back. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.
“I already told you, I don’t do vanilla sex, Kate. Pleasure is only one component of what you’re capable of feeling. Why ignore the other half of your sensory potential? Sex is on my terms or not at all.”
“But you want me.”
“Oh yes, I want you very much…but on my terms, not yours.”
“Your games look far too scary for me.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
Kate took a deep breath, fighting to regain her equilibrium. “I don’t trust any man that much.”
Michael smiled a little and shrugged. “Think about what I’ve said. I’m sorry you aren’t interested in testing your limits tonight. Let’s go to dinner.”
Michael hid his disappointment. He’d never met a woman quite like Kate. The women in his clan met his advances with joyful submission. Despite being feminine and curvy, Kate was also independent and focused. She wasn’t compliant and cooperative.
Outside the clan, Michael’s looks and manner meant that he rarely had to pursue a woman for
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