The Promise

The Promise
Chapter 6
The Lake of Enchantment

1
The sight that greeted me was incredible. The lake shimmered and the rays of the moon danced over the water. I looked back at him and to my surprise I saw he was gone yet a. I . I sighed deeply, I so enjoyed his company and his constant disappearing got a bit unnerving. I stepped onto the grass and walked slowly over to the lake. The light breeze played with my long auburn hair and what little shreds of clothing I had left on. It seemed like a soft singing mingled in the breeze as I came closer and closer to the water. The bank was partially sandy and partially grass, I took what shreds of clothing I had left on and laid it down on the ground as I sat and watched the waters and listened to the breeze and the music it made.

2
I sat there for a while, enjoying the view, thinking of what had happened so far this night, the pleasant moments and not so pleasant ones. As much as I had fought him, I had to admit to myself that I thoroughly had enjoyed his Dominance over me, the way he took what he wanted and he knew how I felt. True, at the beginning, I was rather fearful and panicky but why? Why had I panicked? I should have known by now that nothing bad would become of me. Then again the rush of not knowing even though I was safe was rather intoxicating.

3
I sat there for a while swaying lightly to the singing, feeling the gentle breeze that caressed my body as I felt a warmth surrounding my shoulders. I looked up and there he stood. I looked in awe up at him as my breath caught in my throat. The way the breeze was lightly playing with his robe made it billow out just slightly as it played with his hair, brushing it in and out of his face. I sighed deeply, he was truly magnificent and any doubt or fear that I ever had just washed, yes, practically flew away. He sat down beside of me and looked deep in my eyes.

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I could not help but drown in his eyes as I felt he was reading my mind, tapping into my inner being and reassuring me that no matter what he’d love me and be there for me. Then he reached for my hand and took it gently but firmly in his. His long fingers traced its lines, he felt so wonderful, and he was so gentle yet from past experience I know he could be harsh, very harsh. Life, as such, has taught him too well, in my opinion, yet perhaps he was indeed richer for it. I soaked in his touch, his gentleness as he took my hand into his and brought it to his lips and placed a light kiss upon the back of it. My heart fluttered and tears of love well up in my eyes. Oh, indeed how much I loved this man and I hoped deep, deep in my heart that I would never ever, no matter what, disappoint nor hurt him.

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After we sat there for a while, he arose and offere hie his hand, which I gratefully accepted. I stood up and just gazed at him. Could I ever truly take my eyes off this man, this fascinating Wizard? I feared not, unless by some out of this world force that was stronger than him, though I didn’t think that such a force even could possibly exist. Yet I knew there were those who were immune to his charm, his allure, his bewitchment and I also knew those were not as rich as I was for knowing him. The breeze played with his robe, which looked almost like a black flag, no like a cape. My breath quickened at the sight, however, my skin, since I stood there before him naked, shivered. He seemed to have noticed my plight as he drew me nearer to him, putting his arm around me as we began to walk along the shore.

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Words were not needed, as body language and eye contact was more then enough for our communication. I sighed deeply with contentment, his warmth, his touch was more then I could ever dreamed wished and hoped for. I felt my prayers, my pleas, my longings and wishes finally had been answered. Remembering the previous episode and comparing it to this one or the Dance, it didn’t matter to me what we did, rough or gentle, I just loved being with him.

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As if he read my thoughts he stopped, turned to me and lifted his hand to my face. His eyes seemed to pierce into mine as he gently caressed my cheek. I felt him gaining access to my inner thoughts, but I didn’t mind. I opened up and let him in. My mind was his, as I knew my body was as well. I took a few deep breaths then without thought I lifted my own hand and reached up to his face where I caressed his cheek. With a light smile upon my lips I raised upon my tiptoes and placed a kiss upon his lips. As I whispered to him the words that I longed to say so much, I knew they were by far not truly enough to describe how deeply I felt for him.

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He lifted his hands and gently caressed my shoulders and my arms. He traced, with his finger, my jaw line, my cheek and my lips and with a mere whisper onfionfirmed the things I knew, how he loved and cared though never truly showed it. His eyes glittered as he looked deep into mine and yes, I knew he loved me, I knew he cared, however, and it was wonderful to hear it ever so often from his lips, not just in my mind. Even though there was a light breeze, his eyes alone could light a fire place.

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He wrapped his arms around me as he held me tight; I felt his muscular body beneath all that fabric. My breasts pressed against the rough material grew hard in mere seconds. Even an embrace from this man was enough to turn my body into an over heated furnace, his hands guarded carefully that which was his as he returned my kiss deeply and passionate. As we broke the kiss and he raised his head, I smiled sweetly at him and stepped back a tad. The water of the lake had its own rhythm and allure; it was calling, so for a change I winked at him to follow me into the watery deep.

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With a few steps I was in the water’s depth, I then leaped in and took a few strokes as I looked back. My Master was still at the shore watching me with hawk like precision. To my dismay it didn’t look like he would join me in a moonlight swim, however I did feast upon watching him watching me, while the breeze played with his robe and hair. I sighed deeply and smiled; a few more strokes and I swam back to shore. As the water got more shallow I stood and raised up. Water was dripping from my body and my wet hair was clinging and covering my skin with a wavy pattern. As I walked back up to him, he handed me my shreds of clothing, which, however, I found out were by far not enough to cover nor dry me.

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He chuckled slightly and shook his head, then took off his robe and put it around me. Surprised and wide-eyed I looked at him, I knew that he was indeed a gentleman, but his robe? I couldn’t believe it and he had managed to surprise me yet again. This perfection of a man, or God, as he indeed seemed to me. As I pulled his robe closer together over my now very cold skin, he placed his hands on my shoulders then my arms and pulled me into a hearty embrace as his hands vigorously rubbed all over my body. I smiled to myself; he was actually drying me off. I sighed with contentment and soaked him in as best as I could for I didn’t know how long this would last and what would actually happen next, as I was sure that this was yet yet the end of the games nor yet the completion of the promise.

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After I dried, we continued our walk; however, our steps led us away from the lake to a tall tower like building. Half way up its walk we stopped as I looked up at it. It looked old and ancient like those castles from the Middle Ages. For a lover of Castles, it looked magnificent and the moon’s rays gave it more of a ghostly-haunted look. I looked back to my side to thank him for all that has and that will be yet to come, however, he had vanished yet once more. By now I came to expect it, I just hope at the end when all was said and done that he’d stay and not vanish. As I stepped closer to the Tower, I knew that the games continued until the promise was completed.