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because just the smallest remnants of the old Lacey continued to frustrate and defy him.
    Kurt figured she was one hell of a strong-minded woman in her life outside Club Incubus. That was good. He liked a woman with spirit, because when his will finally overpowered hers, his victory would be all the sweeter because of it. Over the last two centuries, his mighty will had broken even the strongest of women, and however hard she fought Lacey would be no exception.
    His cock resembled a rod of wrought iron. Fuck he was hard. Kurt instinctively knew that his prick wouldn’t relent until it had its fill of Lacey’s oh-so-fuckable body. As he curled his fingers around the neckline of her silk blouse, his heart beat so fast that he could think of nothing else but possessing her unconditionally.
    “Woman, you will be mine.”
    Her eyes widened with a combination of fear and sexual arousal, and her tongue darted out to feverishly swipe her lips. “Yes.”
    He ripped her blouse from her trembling body, reveling in the noise it made and the feel of the delicate material that held her bodily warmth.
    “Yes, Kurt. Oh yes…” Her resistance was almost gone, and just a slither of that tiny slither now remained.
    Soon she would be his soul mate for eternity.
    Closing in for the kill, he dropped to his knees and hungrily feasted on her magnificent breasts. Kurt couldn’t get enough of her as he licked, sucked, and kissed the wonderful female form, occasionally biting her achingly gorgeous erect nipples as he molded her tits into any shape that pleased him.
    A trickle of feminine perspiration slowly ran between the creamy mounds of flesh, and his cock twitched expectantly in his leather jeans as he swiped it away with his tongue.
    “Mmm, you taste so good. Thank your Master for his compliment.”
    “Thank you, Sir. Oh thank you. You are too good to me. Too kind.” Lacey’s words were breathy, and he enjoyed the way her fingers feathered through his hair as she spoke.
    “Yes indeed, little one. If I have a failing, it is that I’m too benevolent at times.”
    Every passing second she became more compliant, more malleable, and he knew he was winning the battle to make Lacey his soul mate for the rest of eternity.
    The short leather skirt she wore turned him on, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the creamy feminine flesh that existed between the top of her thigh-length leather boots and the hem of her miniskirt.
    “Mmm. you have such long, long, legs. Legs that seem to go on forever.”
    Wanting her…needing her, Kurt ran his fingers down Lacey’s leather-encased legs, slowly drawing down the zipper until it finally stopped at her shapely ankle. He performed the exact same procedure on her other leg before completely removing the sexy footwear.
    “You are blessed. You have perfect feet and toes, little one. Perfect thighs and calves too.” As she stood before him, he couldn’t resist licking her, basting her from her ankle to the very top of her thigh. “Mmm…your flesh is so creamy smooth. It takes on an almost translucent quality.”
    Her legs trembled submissively as his probing tongue slowly meandered from ankle to thigh again. “Thank you, Sir. Oh God thank you.”
    Kurt smiled as he released the catch on the tiny leather skirt before tossing it to one side, allowing his finger to briefly tease the front of her panties as he did so.
    Lacey was so very nearly his. There was no way back to the dull black and white world she used to inhabit. Slowly, oh so very slowly and with his cock demanding its release, he started to slide her panties down the silky smooth thighs that excited him so much.
    “Oh God. Oh dear God. Oh dear God, Kurt?”
    He smiled again as her hands fisted more tightly into his hair. “Let me assure you, little one, that God has absolutely nothing to do with why you’re feeling so fucking good right now.”
    “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
    “Now step out of your panties.” It wasn’t a request but a