Mikayla finished her afternoon walk on the beach and returned to her house. As she entered the front door, her manservant greeted her with his usual unsmiling face and a glass of cold champagne.

"You have a visitor in your room, Miss," he said, nodding his head toward the stairs. Mikayla sighed and shook her head as she walked up the stairs. When she walked into her room, she heard the shower running, so she went into the bathroom. Through the glass walls of the shower, she saw Kevin standing under the running water, soaping his beautiful, tanned body. She quietly undressed and sat on the massive marble counter top, and waited for him to emerge from the shower. When he finally turned to water off and came out of the shower, she spoke.

"Kevin, I don't think I remember telling you that you were free to use anything in my house when I'm not home, do you?" she asked, tilting her head to one side and crossing her legs.

"But I just finished riding my horse and I was sweaty," he said, in a nervous voice. He obviously knew he had breached protocol, and he was going to be chastised.

"Turn around and face the wall, Kevin," she commanded, sliding off the counter. He did as she asked without another word. He placed his hands on the wall over his head, a position he had assumed many times before when he had displeased her. Mikayla crossed the room, a small riding crop in hand. Kevin knew what was coming, and his muscles tensed involuntarily. She ran her hand down his back, then backhanded him sharply on the ass with the crop. The sting of his punishment excited Kevin, and he began to grow hard.

"Kevin, you were bad little boy," she purred in his ear, striking him again. "I have to punish you when you're bad."

"I'm sorry Mikayla. I won't do it again," he said, breathless. His hardness was obvious now, and she looked down at it, smiling.

"Ok, baby, I think you've been punished enough," she said, turning him around to face her. She nodded slightly, giving him the signal that he was allowed to act freely, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands caressed her naked back as he pulled her against his still wet body. She kissed his neck as she ran her fingers through his soft, wet hair. He let out a long sigh, thankful that he had not displeased her so much that she would deny him. He didn't sleep the previous night, because his thoughts had been of her and their last encounter. Mikayla's hands ran down Kevin's sides, then between his legs, where she grasped his hard cock. She slowly dropped to her knees on the cold marble floor, and stared up at him for a moment. Her eyes then traveled down his body, coming to rest on the small tattoo on his lower stomach, several inches below his navel... the asian symbol for "posession".

Kevin had been Mikayla's first conquest, and they had been together for nearly three years. She knew every secret, every desire that went through his head, and she endulged most of them. He had no inhibition when it came to Mikayla. True to his word, he had never mentioned her name to anyone. There were very few people who ever saw his tattoo, and if they asked about it, he would always make something up. What he found in Mikayla, he had never found in another woman, and wasn't likely to.

Mikayla took Kevin's hardness in her hand, caressing it, licking it, finally allowing him to enter her mouth. He drew a deep breath as shemoved her hand back and forth. She ran her hand up the back of his leg and grasped one of the cheeks of his ass, her nails digging into his soft flesh. His hands went to her hair inadvertantly, but she allowed him to do so. As she sucked, he could feel his legs growing weak, and he extricated himself from her mouth. She looked up at him, and their green eyes locked. She knew what he had in mind, and she stood, placing her arms around his neck. He reached down and grabbed her legs, picking her up effortlessly. He moved over to the counter and sat her down, her back on the mirror. He looked down and watched himself enter her slowly, savoring every second of the sensation. He then began to thrust in and out, slow at first, but gradually quickening. She lifted his chin, and their eyes locked again. She held onto his shoulders, never losing his gaze. His thrusts became more frenzied as his passion rose. Mikayla could feel herself nearing climax, and she dug her nails into his flesh, her breathing becoming heavy and labored. Their orgasms were simultaneous, he burst forth inside her as she began to shudder uncontrollably, their eyes never faltering. When the pulsing stopped, Mikayla buried her face in Kevin's shoulder, inhaling his manly scent. He held her tight, not wanting to let go. After a few minutes, she gently pushed him back and went into the shower. He started to follow, but she stopped him.

"Not now," she said, patting him on the cheek. "I have to get a shower. I have plans tonight."

"Can I stay until you leave?" he asked, not wanting to cut their time so short.

"Of course you can," she said, laughing. He sat on the countertop and told her about what he had done that week, then asking when he could see her again.

"I'm not sure, Kevin. You'll just have to call me. I have plans tonight and tomorrow."

"Mikayla, can I ask you something? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to," he said, looking down at the floor.

"You can ask me any question in the world, baby. If I don't answer you, it's for your own good, though. Remember that," she said.

"Ok. How many, um... how many other guys do you... see?" he asked, not really wanting to know the answer, but then again, he really did.

"Does it matter?" she answered, not really wanting to say.

"Well, no, but... I mean, do you have other guys... like me?" he asked, still looking down.

"Yes. I do. But remember our deal, Kevin. I don't belong to you any more than you belong to me. Ok? If you have forgotten, you even got married," she said, coming out of the shower. "I'd hate to let jealousy ruin this. I'm not jealous, and you shouldn't be either. I am always here for you, and that won't change."

"Well, do I KNOW any of the other guys?" he asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Kevin, I really do have to get ready now, ok? You've asked enough questions," she said gently. He got the picture. She walked into the bedroom and sat at the vanity.

"OK, I'll stop," he said, sliding off the counter. He grabbed a brush and began to brush her hair.

The phone rang. Mikayla recognized AJ's voice immediately.

"Hey, uh, this is AJ. Are you busy?" he asked. "I really want to see you tonight."