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protective of this woman whom had been forced into my life. I raised the lavender dress that she wore over her head; removing it and she stood in nothing but heels and a g-string. The woman was exquisite. I wrapped my fist into her blonde hair and pulled her towards me until we were nose to nose. “You can’t expect me to let you go—don’t make me force you to stay.”
    “Where would I go Akmal? I have questions Akmal—I want to know what you do for a living. Are you a terrorist?”
    I laughed as I pulled her away and eyed her, “You think because I am from the Middle East that I am a terrorist? If memory serves me correct that is racial profiling. No my love, I am not a terrorist—I am a man who changes history.
    Enough questions. I want to bury my cock in you and watch your eyes roll back in your head as you cry out my name begging for release. You blush so beautifully my love and if I ever catch you eavesdropping or trying to hack into my computers again then I’m going to spank you. I have a very strong desire to hurt you, to make cry, to tear you down—so I can build you back up.” I chuckled as I noted her wide eyed look and continued to speak. “I told you Leila that I’m not the garden variety male when it comes to sex. I enjoy control, discipline, and inflicting sensual pain on my victims—you would do well to take that as a warning—don’t cross me!”
     
     

    Lady
    His words poured over me like razors layered and dripping with warm honey. They were something that it was necessary to respect and fear, but they could be enjoyable if heeded correctly.
    His tongue lapped at a nipple as he looked up at me through hooded eyes. I ran my hands through his hair and remove d the band that secured it back in a ponytail. It immediately changed his look—taking him from business—to wild and untamed.
    “Undress me,” Leila he growled.
    My hands shook as I unbuttoned his dress shirt to reveal his smooth chest. I worked my way down to his tailored pants and dropped to my knees pulling them down. A shadow came over his visage as he fisted a handful of my hair and hissed, “Stay down there!”
    I licked under the head of his cock and it jumped as a new supply of blood surged into it.
    “Did I tell you to touch me?”
    He pulled me up by my hair and led me to the bed placing me on my stomach and pulling my hips back. I could hear the swish of his belt being removed. “No, no, I didn’t mean anything.”
    He bent down to eye level and candidly spoke, “I have a beast within Leila and I don’t want to unleash it on a slave. I want you. If you are as connected to me as you appear to be when in my bedroom—this is a part of me that you have to accept. It’s an innate part of me that is dark and can’t be reli nquished. I need you to accept that part of me if you truly want to experience me on a deeper level.”
    I wanted to experience this and I couldn’t think of anyone who I would rather give the submissive part of my nature to. I spoke no words, only shook my head yes.
    I could feel his large manicured hand run over my ass and with no warning the crack of the belt. A grunt from somewhere deep within my chest cavity escaped as I clawed at the sheets. As quickly as he had begun his assault on my body he stopped and once again he began to run his hand over my ass. His long fingers dipped between my folds and even I was shocked at how wet I had become.
    Maybe I too held darkness within that I had never been privy to—maybe meeting Akmal was all that I needed to release the beast within. All that I was sure of was the fact that I didn’t want to share that darkness with anyone but Akmal.
     
     

    Akmal
    I flipped her over and pinned her knees back burying myself into her with one thrust. I breathed deeply as I settled into her no longer thrusting. She felt like home. It was always the same—the mixture of a violent storm and peace—My Leila was my port in the storm.
    “You are mine Leila and I will