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I've never longed for a car ride to be over as quickly as this one. However to my surprise we were not on route to his mother's mansion.

Turning down a dirt road, a few miles away from where their original house is meant to be, the tall trees line the roadway before a beautiful grey traditional stone house is revealed.

It was only one story, and a reasonable size for a small family home.

"You have a house?" He nods.

"I come here when I need to get away from my mother." I shake my head, laughing at him.

"Does she know it exists?"

"My mother knows everything." He laughs. I admire the house as he parks the car out front.

He comes to open the door for me, and I look around at the house. It truly suited him. Stone and wood used for the exterior, and it looked to be completely surrounded by trees.

"So she lets you be?" I ask as we walk towards the stairs.

"We made a pact that we wouldn't impose on our safe havens. This is mines, and the room with the white door at the mansion is hers." I raise a brow, intrigued.

"I have no idea what is inside, and I would like for it to remain that way." He screws his face up, making me laugh. He seemed horrified at the thought of what could be behind that white door.

Leading me into the house, the stone interior leading into the house as well, however unlike the dark grey on the outside, a lighter shade of grey was used. The flooring was a light grey rustic wood, my heels clicking as I walked.

Walking further inside, I find a beautiful living area. The living room had a fire place at the center of it; wood also used as the main source for furniture, the cushions covered in a light grey color, with black accents.

A small dinning table was placed near the stone island that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Being a lover of design I couldn't help but to admire the work that was put into the place.

The entire place was closed off, yet it was cosy. Truly significant for its purpose of needing to get away.

I feel his presence behind me, and I turn to look at him.

"What do you think?"

"It suits you." He smiles proudly.

"Thank you. Mother wanted to change it up more, but we made a pact." He walks pass me.

"My office, bathroom and bedroom is all down this corridor." I walk over to him, seeing another stone corridor, with three wooden doors.
"Mom thought I should of designed a backyard and all these things but I wasn't going for that idea. I wanted to come here and feel like I was away from the world and all responsibilities of General Lutalo." I look to him.

"I spend most of my time in my office either way, but it was everything I needed."

"It's beautiful." He smiles warmly at me, taking me into his arms.

"Thank you." He leans in to kiss me, and I gladly accept. Our lips moving in perfect sync. Tongues joining to create a new dance.

He suddenly picks me up bridal style, my arms clinging to his neck as he walks us towards his room I would believe.

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"Oh yes!" I hold tighter to his body.

True to his words, my screams bounced off the walls, the wet noises of our love making, lewd and magnificent.

I've never been with another man since leaving that god forsaken village. My orgasms brought about by myself, at the thought of him, but this...the way he stared into my eyes...the way our breaths intertwined, our moans harmonized; god it was mind blowing.

"Heavens flower you feel so good." He moans, burying his face in the crook of my neck, sucking against my skin, his hands holding up his weight.

This is the reality of all I have ever dreamed of. The many poems written about him; yet nothing compares to the actual thing.

"Lutalo..." I breathlessly mutter as my release drew closer.

He suddenly stops and I whine in protest.

"What was it you wrote?" he breathlessly mutters, pushing my hair behind my ears.
"In your second book you were very descriptive about your desires regarding to be pleased." An airy chuckle leaves my lips.

"Which one?"

"The one where you spoke about riding me." I laugh once more, but his sudden change in position to us sitting down on the bed makes me gasp out in surprise; his length much deeper in this new angle.

I adjust myself, moaning in result of the friction.
"How, how do you know it was about you my Lord? It could be of any man." He chuckles, adorning my neck with his hand; the action spiking the submissive queen within me with joy, my treasure clenching down around him.

"To be pleased with his rough hand firmly holding my neck, I believe you wrote. His cock buried deep inside me, as I straddled his lap; the powerful sensation of being in control, of setting the pace, of pleasuring myself with him." It was my turn to chuckle.

"You seem to have memorized my poems my Lord." I entangle my hand into his hair.

"I pay close attention to the things my woman desires." I search his eyes. I never thought I would recite my poems in his presence, more so reenact it with him.

He gently pulls me forward, his hold on my neck tightening ever so slightly,
"Use me as you said you desired in your writings." Mercy me.

I rest my hands on to his shoulders, his hands coming to hold my waist, as I begin to rock my hips back and forward.

"Eyes shut, mouth parted, the bliss that fills me immaculate. The dominant queen inside me, uses him like my very own instrument." He deeply mutters, staring directly into my eyes.

"Ah." I softly moan out, my head falling forward onto his shoulder.

"Look at me flower." Managing to look at him again, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as I begin to bounce on his length. His member pulsing inside of me, my slick making it an easier ride for me.

Nails piercing into his skin, breaths harshly panting, I drop myself harshly down on to his length one last time, as a mind shattering orgasm rattles through me.

Quickly lifting me off of him, I watch down as he releases between us. Thick streams of cum, landing on my bosom, and his chest.

Passing my thumb over his sensitive tip, he moans loudly, grabbing hold of my hand.

"You said as I desired my Lord." He stares at me, before releasing my hand, and I slowly move my body down his legs, until I am face to face with his length.