Chapter 18: Lacie's Place
Lacie dragged herself up the stairs, Master plodding a few steps behind her. Both were tired from a long day. After Master had chased Lacie from the dining hall, they had spent the whole day running around the mansion's grounds.
They spent most of the morning in the pool area, Master cooking for just the two of them out on the grill. After lunch they spent hours out on the farm, riding Sadie and Pharaoh. They joined the rest of the household for dinner, but Lacie kept looking up to see Master giving her not-quite surreptitious grins from the other side of the table. Every time she saw those grey eyes crinkling at the edges, smiling at her, Lacie felt her whole body warm. More than once the butterflies in her stomach seemed to fill her whole body, making her feel flustered and distracting her from her conversations. The other girls caught Lacie off in la-la land several times, and Lacie only noticed when they started giggling behind their hands.
Still, dinner had been enjoyable, and the others in the mansion had seemed to be aware that Master and Lacie wanted some more time to themselves. It didn't take long for the rest of the women to excuse themselves from the dining room and head up to their rooms.
Lacie groaned as she cleared the last step, her legs a little sore from horseback riding. A big warm hand stroked her back and Lacie smiled up at Master.
"Well, I had fun today." Lacie heard him say, a note of regret in his voice. Lacie understood completely. She'd had more fun spending time with him today than in the last few weeks combined.
Lacie looked and realized they were standing in the empty hall, right in front of her door. Smiling shyly up at him, Lacie moved a step closer, placing her palms flat against the soft fabric covering his thickly muscled chest.
"Me too." Lacie said, popping up onto her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. His answering smile sent a thrill of heat down Lacie's spine. His big, gentle arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into an embrace and held her close.
Electricity tingled in her body everywhere she felt him pressing into her. Looking up into his deep, soul-piercing grey eyes, Lacie's breath caught in her lungs. Slowly, ever so slowly, Master leaned down towards her, their eyes locked as sparks seemed to fly from the intensity of their gaze.
Mere inches away from her lips, Master hesitated, prolonging that tender, blissfully sweet moment before the actual kiss. With many men, it was that final moment where he waits to discover how his advance will be received. With him though, it was different. He was waiting to see if Lacie could handle it. If she felt safe there. He knew the visions of the machine could pop up at any moment. He was waiting so he wouldn't hurt her with the memories.
For that, and for everything else that this wonderful, caring, generous, loving man had ever done for her, Lacie tossed all her caution and fears to the wind.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Tremors of pure ecstasy shook her body as their lips made contact. The musky scent of his skin made her head spin while the smoldering heat of the kiss made the world around her tilt crazily. Dizzy from the spicy sweet taste of his lips, Lacie opened her mouth and let her tongue slide forward hungrily to duel with his. Before she knew it, Lacie's hand had slid around to behind him, her fingers gently digging into his back, pulling his body closer to hers.
Sizzles of electricity zipped through her as she finally broke the kiss, dizzy and gasping for air. His lips never broke contact with her skin, trailing across her throat, up her chin before his scorching lips pulled the lobe of her ear into his mouth, his teeth gently scraping her skin as she shivered while he pulled away.
Lacie gasped as his hands slid up her sides, holding her to him. Lacie felt the wall against her back, and realized that somehow he had pressed her into it. Rather than feeling trapped, Lacie felt more safe there than anywhere else in her entire life. Her breath shuddered in her lungs as Lacie gasped out.
"please..."
Master stopped his gentle ministrations. Leaning back, his keen eyes locked with hers. Silent, he waited for her to speak.
"Please..." Lacie pressed herself forward, crushing herself against his body. Lacie took a deep shuddering breath, and whispered the words she had ached to say for so long. "Please, don't stop. Don't stop tonight. I need this. I want this. I need you." Lacie bit her lip before finishing. As she stroked her hand down the front of his shirt, Lacie leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"Tonight, I want you to stay with me."
Master looked into her eyes for a long moment. Gently, his hand lifted up to her face, stroking a few stray hairs away. His thumb rubbed the soft skin of her cheek as she stood there, chest heaving with desire for this man. His finger and thumb tugged at her chin, lifting her up to kiss him again, assenting to her request.
Lacie felt the passion in their kisses redouble, sending bolts of blissful lightning flashing across her lips. The boiling heat of the need she felt for him left her breathless, the feel of his body against her skin made her weightless, and the feeling of floating in his arms was the most wonderful thing Lacie had ever felt.
Lacie's eyes flashed open wide as she felt his arms scoop her up as if she weighed as much as a feather. Without breaking their passionate kiss, Master carried her towards his room. Lacie's fingers tangled in his soft, silky hair as she kissed him. She was glad he was carrying her, because she knew there was no way her own legs would support her anymore.
Lacie barely even heard the doors open, and before she even knew it, Lacie was laying on silk smooth, cool sheets. Lacie had never been in Master's room, but at that moment she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the wonderful man in her arms.
Time seemed to slow and stop for her as he lay next to her. Lacie had no idea how long they laid there, sliding their hands over each other, exploring by feel. Their mouths were never more than a few inches apart, exploring throats, chins, ears, lips and slowly dancing tongues. As time slowly went on, the passion seemed to overflow, and Lacie finally could take no more. Reaching down, she tugged the bottom of Master's shirt out of his pants. Pulling the black fabric over his head, Lacie hungrily pushed him down, allowing her fingertips to explore his perfect skin. She could feel the soft give of his body, the silky smooth texture of his skin barely softening the coiled steel cables of his muscles. Looking down at him, Lacie gasped again in wonder. He was so beautiful it hurt.
Lacie felt his hands on her sides, and before she even could think about it, Master's hands pulled her shirt over her head. Lacie's arms lifted instinctively, allowing him to take her shirt off. Lacie gasped anew when his big, warm hands settled again on her sides. Leaning over him, Lacie slid her fingertips across his skin, tingles of blissful heat sparking between her body and his. While she was exploring his body, he was no less busy with hers. Slowly, teasingly, his hands crept closer to her bra-clad breasts. Finally, one of his palms ghosted over the flesh of her body there, and Lacie tossed her head back with a moan, the pure pleasure from the gentle contact making her legs tremble, sending hundreds of butterflies into flight in her belly. Before she even knew what she was doing, Lacie's hands flew to his wrist, pressing his hand harder into her. She could feel his palm rubbing her nipple, even through her bra. The pleasure of it made her shake and shudder as she sat atop him.
Lacie couldn't take any more. Shoving his hand away, she reached behind herself and undid the bra clasp, holding the fabric up with one arm as she slid the straps off her shoulders. Biting her lip nervously, Lacie finally tossed the tiny piece of clothing away. Master's eyes feasted on her body for a moment, before his hands slid back up her torso, gently caressing and squeezing at her flesh. Groaning with the electric bliss of his touch, Lacie threw her leg over his waist, straddling his hips as he explored her breasts. Moaning gently, Lacie placed a hand on his chest as she shuddered.
Lacie's eyes flew open as she felt his erection begin grinding into her. Gasping aloud, Lacie looked down, only to see that it was her hips that were grinding into him. It just felt so good. Nothing Lacie had ever felt compared to this sensation. Even her most erotic moments of self exploration paled in comparison to this perfect bliss. The eroticism of what she was doing to him was not lost on Lacie, and the soft, sometimes rough skin of his hands on her body made Lacie react, strongly.
A familiar warmth blossomed in her belly, a growing need, an emptiness there, a burning, scorching heat. A powerful heat that only grew with each passing passionate moment. Slowly, gently, Master pulled Lacie to the side before rolling atop her, supporting his weight on his own arms. Leaning down, he pressed his body into her.
Lacie's eyes flashed open and she threw her head back as he began to grind into her. Reaching up, Lacie pulled his head down so she could whisper into his ear.
"...please..." was all she said.