Uncivilized (Uncivilized 1)

He has thoroughly possessed me, and he has no clue. He has no idea the power he holds, and he clearly has no idea that my heart is now involved too. I only wish it weren't so, because I have a feeling I'm going to be destroyed when he goes.

"I believe in you," Zach says quietly, and my head snaps over to look at him.

He stares back at me, his eyes shimmering with intensity. I hold his gaze for only a moment before I have to turn it back to the road.

"You do?" I ask, my throat tight with emotion over the prospect that maybe he finds something else within me other than a willing body.

"I do," is all he says, but it's enough for now.

We make a quick stop at a local drugstore, as I have to pick up a few things like shampoo, and Zach needs some more razors to shave his face.

He carries the hand basket while I take my time walking the hair product and cosmetic aisles. He's always patient when we go out shopping, and I expect it's because he finds extreme interest in it. Not like most men who would rather be immersed in a tank full of hungry sharks. But the concept of having your heart's desire available at a whim is something that I'm sure Zach won't be used to for a while.

While I check out the shampoo, Zach busies himself with doing the same, popping the tops and smelling each one. He hands one over to me, and says, "I like the way this one smells. Buy it."

I smile because I know he'll never lose that commanding presence with me, but I indulge him. If he likes it, then that makes me happy.

As we walk up toward the checkout counter, Zach suddenly stops and grabs something from a display rack. I turn back to look at him, and my eyes go wide when I see what's in his hand. He holds it up for me, and I see a devious glint in his eyes.

A bottle of lube.

He tosses it in the basket and simply says, "For when I take your ass."

Oh my word. Will I ever get used to the way in which a few simple words, or a look, or even a brushing touch, will cause my heart to beat like a drum and my panties to immediately soak with need?

He grins at me, and I can see he thinks he's shocked me senseless.

"Where did you learn about lube?" I ask him, aghast. "And how do you know it's needed?"

He brushes past me but not before leaning in and saying, "I've been reading up on it. I don't want to hurt you, and I felt firsthand how tight your ass is. I want to make sure I get you good and ready for when I possess it."

I almost go up in flames... right there... in Aisle Five of the drugstore.

As he walks by me, my mouth hanging open, I impulsively reach out and grab his wrist. He turns to look back at me, his head tilted to the side.

"Don't ever change," I tell him urgently.

He steps back in toward me, and his fingers come up to caress my jaw. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... I love how sexy you are and how dirty you talk to me, and I love the way you push at my senses. Just don't ever change that."

Zach's eyes grow warm, and his lips curve upward. He leans down, kissing me on my forehead, and my eyes flutter closed at the tenderness of his touch.

"I couldn't change if I wanted to," he murmurs as he pulls back. "You make me this way."

When we get back to Randall's house, we find him in the library reading the newspaper. Zach walks in to talk to him for a bit but after bidding them both a good night, I head up to my room, carrying our purchases from the drugstore. The bottle of lube seems to weigh a ton in my hands, and while I'm wildly excited about Zach wanting to do this to me, I'm a bit terrified as well.

I decide to take a shower, hoping to relax the sexual tension that I'm sure is going to have me exploding the minute Zach walks in to my room tonight. And I know he's going to be coming to me.

He has every night, and it's been amazing. He's taken me in so many different ways and given me so many orgasms that I think I may actually be addicted to sex with him.

By the time I finish my shower, dry my hair, and slip into a robe, I walk out into my room to find Zach casually laying on my bed, completely naked with his hands tucked in that casual pose he loves behind his head.

"Drop the robe," he says, watching me hungrily as I let it slither off my shoulders and down to the floor.

My eyes flick to the bottle of lube that I had placed on the bedside table and then back to Zach again. He grins at me deviously, and then pulls a hand out from behind his head to crook a finger at me.

I walk slowly to the bed, my eyes raking over his body. He's already erect and I wonder if he had been touching himself before I came out of the bathroom, or is it merely the thought of being with me that does it for him? His cock is so beautiful... so large that I can't close my hand all the way around it, shaded a dusky rose and with creamy liquid already pearled around the tip. My mouth waters for just a taste, but I wait to see what Zach wants me to do.

When I reach the edge of the bed, he reaches a hand out to me, and I place mine in his. He tugs at me, urging me to climb onto the mattress.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls as his eyes focus on mine. His words caress over me, causing tingles to break out over my skin. He makes me feel so beautiful... so alive and free.

Taking me by the waist, Zach pulls me across his body so I'm straddling his hips. His cock pushes against my backside, but he remains absolutely still.

Reaching up, his hands gently cup my breasts, his eyes focused on his work. He pinches at my nipples, then smoothes the pad of his thumb around them until they are stiff and aching.

"Tell me, Moira... do you like it when I order you to do something?"

The shudder that runs through my body is answer enough for him, but I admit with a whisper, "Yes."

"Don't you ever want the control?" he asks as his hands continue to work at my breasts and his gaze remains focused there. A warm flush creeps through me.

I swallow to make sure my voice comes out clearly. "Sometimes. But I'm finding that it's a huge turn on when you exert your will over me."

"How does it make you feel?"

"Liberated," I answer him immediately. "Rather than feeling constrained, I feel free."

He makes a low hum of approval and raises his eyes to mine. "So if I commanded you to get on your hands and knees right now, lubed up my cock, you'd give me your ass with no reservations?"

My entire body quakes with the thought. Even though a hint of fear courses through me, I admit to him, "Yes."

Zach's hands release my breasts, and he brings one up to curve around the back of my neck. "Good girl," he says and then pulls me down to his mouth where he kisses me deeply. He tastes like mint toothpaste and some other sweet spice I can't place as I give back to him passionately.

Pulling back on my hair to disengage our lips, he looks at me with dark eyes. "But just to let you off the hook, I'm not fucking that sweet ass tonight."

A rush of breath escapes my lips and I can't tell if I'm disappointed or relieved, but probably a mixture of both. "You're not?"

He shakes his head with a grin. "No, you're too nervous and I'm thinking a few drinks beforehand will help loosen you up. Besides... while I very much love ordering you to submit to me, I think in this instance... I want you begging for it."

Oh, God. I'm ready to beg now I think.

Licking my lips, I rotate my hips against his erection and ask, "Then what do you want to do tonight?"

Keeping one hand firmly gripped behind my neck, his other slides between my legs. He sinks his middle finger deep into me and uses his thumb to press down on my clit. My body bucks against the touch, and a groan tears free of my lips. God, he's gotten so good at this.