Kristine sat by the roaring fire, her gaze locked morosely in its depths. Eric's control and power over her was growing with each encounter, and Kristine feared for her soul, afraid that soon he would posses it, along with her body.

Her face burned as she remembered the shameful events of the night before, even as her cunt grew moist. There was only one thing she could do, she must try to escape.

Resolutely, Kristine stood and walked to the window, peering out. Her shoulders drooping in disappointment at the sight. The fall would surely kill her if she jumped. With a sigh Kristine leaned further out the window, looking for footholds or anything that might be helpful. She was so busy she didn't hear the door open, or see Eric until he'd grabbed her, pulling her back from the ledge. Kristine screamed in fright, and swung around.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eric accused, his eyes stormy and cold, fists on his hips.

"I . . . I was just looking at the view." Kristine squeaked, her hands fluttering nervously at the angry look on his face.

"Bull shit." Eric pressed aggressively. "Were you planning on leaving me, Kristine?"

"I . . . I . . ." Kristine stuttered nervously, trying to think of a way to appease him, fearful of the cruel set to his mouth.

"God dammit." Eric cussed, his hard palm reaching to dig cruelly into the soft flesh of her arm. "You were, you were planning on trying to escape."

Tears welled up in Kristine's eyes as Eric pulled her body boldly to his, his hand reaching out to take hold of her delicately pointed chin. Eric tilted her face to his. "I won't have it. You are mine, and I'll have your promise that you won't try and escape before I leave this room."

The soft linen of Eric's shirt abraded Kristine's sensitive nipples, and she could feel the tell tale dampness beginning between her legs. Her face turned rosy at the ease in which she could be aroused.

"I . . . " Kristine gathered all of her courage to her and took a deep breath. "I won't promise, I won't stay here to be used." she whispered, her eyes down cast. "I promise at the first chance I have, I will leave."

"And where will you go?" Eric said, giving her a little shake. "To your fianc�e? Do you really think he will marry you now?" Kristine's soft mouth trembled at the truth in his words, but her jaw remained firm. "I'd return to the convent. It's all that's left for me."

Eric growled in frustration, and released her, turning to prowl angrily about the room, his mind churning, his eyes glinting angrily. Uncertainly wrapping her arms around her slim waist, Kristine stood there, nervously watching him. Eric finally halted before her, his body resolutely crowding hers toward the wall.

"Do you really think you�d be happy in a convent?" he whispered hotly in her ear, his hands on her waist, holding her in front of him. "Do you think you'd be content without my cock there to slide into your waiting depths, plundering your sweet pussy?" Lowering his head to catch her lips in a demanding kiss, Eric's hands slid down to cup her bottom, his knee sliding demandingly between her legs. Kristine gasped as she felt her feet leave the floor, his leg the only thing holding her against the wall. Her sensitive pussy slid on the rough wool of his trousers, and she whimpered, struggling half heartedly to get away from his torment. Eric tore his mouth from hers, sliding it wetly down her arched neck, sucking the skin into his mouth gently.

"You are mine," he repeated. "Your body is mine, your pussy is mine, and soon your soul will be mine." Kristine whimpered, her hips moving reluctantly on his leg.

"My lord," she cried, her body ablaze with desire. "Why? Why do you do this to me?"

"Because I can." Eric groaned, releasing his eager cock, and with a sure thrust, sliding it home, like a sword into its sheath. Kristine screamed as pure sensation streaked through her, her hands tight on his head, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. Eric held himself there, deep within her, his mouth sucking languidly on her nipple. He slid his hands to her hips, stopping her urgent movements.

"Do you swear not to try and leave me again?" Eric growled around her nipple.

Kristine shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. "No." she whispered, her hands going down to try and pry his hands from her hips. She cried out as Eric pulled himself from her, desperate to have him filling her again. Smoothly Eric picked her up, carrying her to the bed and dropping her into its depths.

Kristine lay there, her eyes pleading with him, as he pulled the scarves from her drawer. She struggled briefly when he began to bind her arms, but stilled at the sharp smack on her thigh, her body still remembering the spanking she'd received at his hands.

Docilely she allowed him to tie her arms to the bed, ashamed at the thrill that went through her body at the feeling of helplessness. Eric climbed into bed with her, sliding between her legs, and plunging his cock into her once again. Kristine sighed at having him back with her, but whimpered at the return of his hands, pushing her hips into the bed.

"Here's how it works, I stay right where I am, not moving, until I get my promise."

Kristine's wide eyes locked with his, shock showing. In a sudden flurry of movement she started struggling, desperately trying to get her hands free.

"Please, please." she begged. "My lord, please."

Eric grinned, a flash of teeth, before bending his lips back to her aching nipples. "As much as I enjoy hearing you beg, that's not going to work this time." Slowly, sensually he pulled the hard tip of her breast into his mouth, his tongue touching it gently, laving it. Kristine, realizing that her hands were secure, lay there panting, her eyes closed, trying desperately to remain in control. Chuckling against her breast, Eric bit sharply, making her gasp and open her eyes.

A smug smile on his face, his tongue soothed away the hurt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized she was not going to win this battle. A voice inside her warned that she would never win a battle with this man. His will was too strong, and hers to weak. With a small hiccup, Kristine surrendered, her body ceasing its struggles. Eric, sensing that this was the time, raised his head, eyes locking with hers.

"Whom do you belong to?" he asked softly.

"You." Kristine admitted softly, allowed herself to drown in the depths of his silver eyes.

"Will try ever leaving me?" Eric pressed.

"No, I promise." Kristine sighed, giving him the words he sought. Eric slid his hands from her hips.

"Fuck me, darling." he whispered.

Kristine's already flushed cheeks burned brighter at the vulgar language, but obediently her hips began the age-old dance, sliding up and down his hard cock. Her back arched as sensation spiraled through her body, and her long legs wrapped around his hips, allowing his cock to slide deeper inside her, it's tip touching the entrance to her womb, setting off the small spasms that signaled the beginning of her orgasm.

Kristine gave a high wail, before her breath shut abruptly off, her body shuddering in one long endless orgasm.

The soft massage of her muscles brought Eric to the edge, and willingly he fell into the waiting oblivion, to the world that only lovers visit.