Chapter 1
April wailed, "Oh Please Master, finish me!"
She was hanging naked from a rope looped through the soft leather cuffs around her wrists. The rope was stretched over a low hanging branch of an Acacia tree. Her toes were barely touching the ground with her belly stretched thin, ass muscular, tight and inviting, with her breasts thrust high and beckoning. She was stunningly gorgeous, sensuously stretched and an erotic site to behold.
The South African bush was beautiful in its own right and surrounded them with high grass, low thorn bushes and magnificent acacia and jacaranda trees. The wildness of their setting only enhanced the primal mating between lovers. The gorgeous savagery of the landscape was strangely arousing and only made April more desperate to feel her Masters loving caress or harsh touch.
The way Steve looked at her left her trembling with longing and anticipation, yet open to whatever he wanted to do to her. Not knowing what he was going to do next and knowing there was nothing she could do about it, was when she surrendered herself to the man she loved. He could make love to her and make her writhe blissfully with a single caress. Likewise, he could make her smolder in roasting anticipation with the demanding looks he was giving her now.
She looked over at the man that consistently took her to the edge of passionate sanity. He knew all of the secret touch points that would drive her crazy and used them in a most spectacular fashion. Her eyes were clouded with desperate desire and they pleaded with him to release the bliss he had created in her body.
At times like this, her heart ached with love for Steve. With his dominance in her life she felt stronger and freer than she ever had. She knew she had somebody that will always be with her, cherishing her, loving her and protecting her. She had fallen hard for him, he had stripped away the defenses around her heart and now he was its sole owner. He has taken his role as the protector of her heart very seriously, treasuring who she is, all while bringing unselfish passion into her life.
The heat inside her was only a reflection of the deep and all-consuming love she had for him. There was an ache and a heat inside her that only he could fill. She remembered two years ago when he tore down the walls around her heart and claimed her as his. The love she felt had only grown stronger and she couldn't imagine a life with him.
No one ever loved her or made love to her like he did. He played a Symphony with her body and emotions until he reached the crescendo that left her breathless. His ravenous looks gave her knots in her core and left her insides trembling with need. Their unspoken love and respect was embedded in their hunger for each other. No one ever made her feel like he did and she gleefully called him her master.
Steve was her man and he would do anything to conquer her, except cater to her whims. At moments like this, April felt beautiful, desirable and like a woman being conquered by her caveman. She felt loved, protected and cherished by this dominant man, she needed him to reach inside her and steal her heart.
She had grown up as a rich, spoiled beauty queen and model and she was never lacking for men that wanted to be near her. However, with all her beauty queen crowns and suitors, none made her feel more beautiful or truly loved than a look or touch from Steve. She had never known real love, unquenchable passion or rapturous carnal heat until Steve became her master.
When he made love to her, he stripped away all her arrogance leaving her vulnerable with a searing heat that could not be contained. She yearned for him to possess every inch of her body, mind and heart. She knew that in the end, when she was lost in the rapture he created, he would triumph over all of her and she would be lost in her hurricane of bliss.
Steve stood back and gazed at the woman that filled his heart and filled his life. He picked up his camera focusing on her slender, luscious form, backlit against the South African bush. Steve ogled April's delicious form through his camera's viewfinder and his pants got tighter with every snap of the shutter. He felt his lust building as she wriggled her luscious body erotically trying to entice him to take her. Then his eyes met hers and as he looked beneath the film of desire, he saw deep unending love and his heart was humbled. She had given her heart and body to him and it was a gift that he will always honor, cherish and protect.
April was on fire waiting for him to take her. She had finally found a man that knew exactly what she wanted, even when she didn't know. She found a man that treats her like a princess, but wouldn't stand for her spoiled behavior. He is her rock and at the same times her wildman. He is a man that gives her everything and the only man worthy of her submission.
Steve retreated several steps back to their blanket nestled under a Jacaranda tree. The beautiful purple flowers of the Jacaranda tree were a foil to the stark, grassy landscape that encircled them. He took off his shirt and pants all while he stared hungrily at April's form. She had been teasing him all day with her sensuously stunning body and now he was going to give her what he knew she really wanted. They were perfect for each other, but never more so than during their sexual tussle for dominance. She needed to be dominated before her love exploded in its purest form and at that moment their hearts merged in perfect alignment.
April always fought him for dominance. She was strong willed, hardworking and had a deep abiding sense of what was right, wrong and proper. She was also drop dead gorgeous with long dark hair and a shape that made men stop and drool. Her body was wrapped in a rich all over tan. She loved the freedom of being naked, showing off her spectacular figure. If she could get away with it, she would only wear her satiny skin wrapped around her tight lithe figure.
It was at times like this that April felt truly free and alive. Her struggles were really her spoiled, petulant behavior and she needed Steve to tame her. She needed his strength to keep her in line and his ownership power always made her submission that much sweeter. His dominance freed her to experience his will, passion and guidance, but she had to make him earn it.
Mostly she loved using her body to tease her man, love and master ... Steve. There were times for romance and cuddling, but this wasn't one of them. She wanted to be the object of his sexual obsession. She wanted to bite her lip in eagerness, feel her knees tremble at his approach and feel butterflies in her stomach with his touch. April wanted to feel him tear down the walls around her heart with brutal honesty and sincerity, while their bodies met in fiery carnal heat. She wanted him to spread her open until no part of her remained untouched or undiscovered. She wanted to feel his desire, his pleasure and his dominance, because it makes her feel like a really loved and beautiful woman.
She glanced at her master through her lust lidded eyes and he had the look of a predator ready to devour his prey. April felt her whole-body quiver in anticipation of what she knew was coming. Never had she felt as gorgeous, safe and desired as when Steve treated her like his own personal sex doll. His look or touch turned her insides into a gooey mass of aching hunger and he was the only man that could make her feel this way.
The only thing April was wearing was the slave collar Steve had snapped around her neck two years ago. Steve admired the spectacular sight of the incredibility beautiful woman in front of him. April could stop traffic wherever she went, but she was also a brilliant medical intern and very rich. She had it all and now she had the only man that owned her heart. He watched her through the viewfinder and his camera and snapped off a couple of photos as a lion roared in the distance.
April felt chills run through her smoldering form as she heard the lion's roar. She was a strong woman, but gained immense pleasure and fulfillment in being Steve's submissive. Until she met Steve, she had always been the dominant in a relationship and she hated it. Being the rich beauty queen was a trophy and most men would cater to her spoiled behavior to have her. Steve didn't care about her money, he honored her mind and revels in her treasured beauty, but he wouldn't tolerate her petulance. With him, she has finally found the joy, contentment and satisfaction of being loved by a dominant man.
Hanging sacrificially from the branch, in the middle of the bush, gave her an additional kick that amplified her ecstasy. That hint of danger along with Steve's ever-present teasing had her hotter than the South African sun. The bondage gave her the freedom to accept Steve's dominance and he gave her the thrills that she had hungered for all her life.
She knew that Steve would protect her, after all he had saved her multiple times back in her hometown of Alpine, Texas. Still that allusion of danger from the wild animals intensified their erotic pleasure and it was one of the many reasons that she loved him with all her heart. The first time he took her, he breached the walls of her heart and laid her soul bare. She realized that night, with all the passion, desire and truth, she had found her soul and hearts mate. Before him, no man had ever put his life on the line for her, no man had bothered to discover the real April and no man had even given her an orgasm. Now she had a lover, protector, soul mate, best friend and master.
He put down his camera and caressed her backside, before running his hands around to her front. One hand went north to lovingly cup and tease her mouthwatering breasts, while his other hand went south to erotically tease her already engorged clit. Her toes gripped the soft earth pushing her needy form into his playful hands. She gasped impatiently and whimpered with needful hunger as his hands coaxed more yearning from her seething body.
