All too soon, the limo pulled back into the driveway of the house. AJ noticed there were no security checks for Mikayla's car. When they stopped, she turned to him and gave him a soft kiss, placing her hand on his cheek.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, AJ. I know I did. Now, before you go, I want to explain the rest of my rules. I want you to think about them before you decide if you want to see me again."

"Oh, I think I can answer that even before you tell me your little rules," AJ said, laughing. "I can't wait to see you again."

"No, AJ. You have to know this before you decide. As I said, the first rule is that I am always in control. I know this might be difficult for you, so think about it. The second rule is that I don't belong to you any more than you belong to me. You are free to do as you wish with whoever you wish, as am I. My third rule is that you never tell anyone about me. I don't care if you share locker room talk with your boys and tell them about our adventures, but you will never mention my name to anyone. Now these are my only rules. Think about them, and if it sounds like something you can live with, I'd love to see you again. Don't answer now, though. Go back to the party. Take your date home. If I didn't totally satisfy you, which I seriously doubt, do as you wish with her. I have to leave now, ok?"

The car door opened, and the Samoan was standing outside waiting for AJ to exit.

"But how will I get in touch with you?" AJ asked, panicking inside. This girl was everything he wanted in a woman, but never realized. She took over all control. There were no decisions to be made, because she made them all. He didn't have to be anything but himself. She was so beautiful, and he could see that there were so many dimensions to her, and he would probably never know all of them. p> She smiled at him, hearing the anxiety in his voice. She took a pen out of her purse and took his hand, writing her number on his palm. When she finished, she kissed him again and sat back in her seat. He reluctantly got out of the car, and the Samoan got in. AJ watched as the car drove away, feeling unreal, as if none of the events of the previous hour had actually occurred. He shook his head, as if to clear it, and went back inside to get Marcus and go home. To hell with his date. She would find a way home.

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Later that night, as AJ was lying awake in his bed, he could hear thunder in the distance. There would be a storm soon. He loved storms, but only if he had someone to share them with. He glanced at the clock, then at the palm of his hand where Mikayla had written her number. 3am. Should he call? He had to call. He couldn't stand it. His fingers were shaking as he dialed her number.

"Hello..." she answered.

"Mikayla, this is AJ. I have to see you again. I can't sleep, and I can't stop thinking about you. Can you come over?"

Mikayla laughed. "No, but you can come here. I don't make housecalls at 3am."

"Are you mad because I called so late? I'm so sorry. I just..." he started.

"No, I'm not mad at you. You can call me when you need me. I may not always be available, but you can always call me." She gave him directions and he jumped into his car, driving as fast as he could.

When he arrived, he was shocked to see that Mikayla lived in a huge house on the beach. There were beautiful gardens with lighted paths and lush green foliage. He was amazed. Where did this girl come from, and where did she get all this money? The night air was hot and humid, and he could see lightning in the distance. He knocked on the door, and the Samoan answered.

"Um, Mikayla is expecting me," he said, nervously. This guy was really intimidating.

"Mistress is upstairs. Turn left and go to the end of the hall," the Samoan answered, not smiling. AJ hadn't even realized the guy spoke English.

AJ walked up the giant staircase in the foyer and turned left. When he got to the doorway of Mikayla's room, he stopped. She was sitting at a vanity brushing her long, dark hair. She was wearing a filmy black nightgown. She saw him in the mirror and turned to face him. He could see that the nightgown was transparent, and she was wearing nothing underneath.

"Come here," she said in a low voice. He walked toward her, feeling his knees growing weak as he got closer. When he reached her, she drew him in for a deep kiss, her fingers running through his hair. He kept his arms to his sides, knowing that his would please her.

"You're such a fast learner, AJ. I am giving you permission to touch me wherever you like," she said into his ear, driving him crazy.

His hands ran up and down her arms, and the feeling of her soft skin was almost too much for him. His mouth traveled down to her neck, as he pulled her tight against his body. Her sweet scent was intoxicating. It wasn't perfume, it was just HER. He pulled one of the straps of her nightgown down and kissed her shoulder as he cupped one of her perfect breasts in his hand.

"That's enough, AJ," she said gently, moving his hand and lifting his face to meet hers with the other hand.
"There's something I want you to do for me. Remember when I said that I expect all favors to be repaid? Well, I've thought of a way you can repay me."

"Oh God, Mikayla, I have to have you now. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just don't make me wait," he said, burying his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

She took his hand and led him down the stairs, grabbing a blanket on the way, and out into a side garden. It was walled with high shrubs and the grass was soft and lush. She told him to take off his shoes, and he did as she asked. The storm was getting closer, and AJ could feel tiny raindrops beginning to fall on his arms. Mikayla spread the blanket out on the ground and turned to him. He could see her perfect nipples through the nightgown, and he longed to have them in his mouth. She moved closer to him, and ran her hands under his shirt over his hard stomach and chest. Before he knew it, she had removed his shirt completely. The hot July night didn't cause him any discomfort, but he probably wouldn't have noticed if it had been the middle of December. Mikayla dropped to her knees on the soft grass and unbuttoned his pants, slowly unzipping and removing them. He was now standing naked in front of her. Normally, he would never allow something like this to happen, a girl to get him in such a compromising position, but he felt completely safe with her.

"AJ, I want you to take me and do whatever you would like to do with me. I am yours," Mikayla said, smiling. That was all the encouragement AJ needed. He grabbed her shoulders, stood her up, and began to kiss her. His insistant lips parting hers, his tongue entering her mouth. He pulled the straps of her nightgown down, and it gently fell to the ground, revealing an amazing body. He was in awe of her. He was momentarily lost, and couldn't decide what to do first. He quickly regained his composure, and began to kiss her lips again, running his fingers through her long hair and grasping the back of her head. He pressed his body against hers, and he felt her nails running down his back lightly. The sensation gave him a chill.

Mikayla was thoroughly enjoying the moment. AJ's body was perfection. His stomach was tight and muscled. His chest was beautiful, with nipples that just cried out to be bitten. She ran her hands down his back and onto his tight little ass, where she dug in her nails gently. This seemed to excite AJ even more, as his kisses became more frenzied. He laid her down on the blanket and positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her neck and shoulders while his hands roamed over her body. He could hear the thunder getting closer, the rain getting a little harder. His lips swept down over her chest, and he began to suck those beautiful nipples, biting each one gently. His warm mouth on her breasts made her writhe under his body. He began to move down to her soft stomach, where he found a small tattoo of some sort of asian writing below her navel. He had no idea what it said. He moved further south, to her soft, wet folds. He gently spread her legs and lowered his head and began to lick softly. Her breathing quickened and she arched her back, indicating the he was doing what she wanted. He continued to use his expert tongue to tease her swollen bud, to dart inside her, and to drive her to certain orgasm. She grabbed the back of his head and forced him more deeply into her, her cries getting louder. She came with a shuddering orgasm that seemed to go on for days. He stopped his torturous lashing to allow her to catch her breath, but she wasn't interested in resting.

"Come here, beautiful man," she said, pulling him up, "I want you inside me." He poised his hardness directly outside of her throbbing wetness, and he started to enter her gently. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him roughly inside of her, taking his full length. She arched her back as he began to thrust in and out. The warm summer rain was coming down hard by now, and the thunder was loud and directly overhead. The water glistened on AJ's skin as ran down his shoulders and arms. He seemed oblivious to it at the time. Mikayla met each of his thrusts with thrusts of her own. When his pace quickened, and she felt that he was nearing climax, she tightened her vaginal muscles, tighter than anyone AJ had ever felt before. She raked her nails roughly down his back. He threw his head back in pain and pleasure as he came inside her tight, throbbing walls. The sensation of his hotness inside her pushed Mikayla over the edge once more, as she came with loud moan, pulling him down on top of her. Their hot, wet bodies pressed together for several minutes while they recovered. She gently rubbed his back and whispered in his ear what a wonderful lover he was.

The storm had passed, and the two of them lay on the wet blanket together, his head on her chest, her fingers softly playing with his hair.

"Mikayla, can I ask you something?" AJ said.

"Of course you can," she said in a soothing voice.

"What does the tattoo on your stomach mean?" he asked, a smile in his voice.

"It means "Master"," she answered, laughing lightly,"...and one day you will have one in the same place, too, but it won't say "Master"."

"What will it say?" AJ asked, amused, but interested.

"Posession," she said.