Chapter One

Clarissa lay on top of the white duvet on her bed, tossing and turning in her sleep, in the small room in her cottage. The air was humid and thundery. In the dream, she wore a long Victorian dress and her red gold hair had disappeared to be replaced by a lustrous mane of dark chestnut piled high on her head. Glancing down at herself sitting in a chair drinking tea from a china cup and saucer, she found she was heavily pregnant. An old man in English upper-class Victorian garb sat on the opposite chair conversing with her in a drawing room filled with people.

"I was talking to someone in town, earlier today. He was looking for you and said he was a friend of your family. I believe he was one of your American cousins." The man paused to take a drink of his tea. "He wouldn't tell me his name. A strange fellow. I mentioned where you lived and he said he would call."

Clarissa stood from the chair so fast it made her head spin. The china cup and saucer fell from her trembling hands, spilling tea everywhere. She was terror stricken. Her adrenaline kicked in hard and fast and spurred her into movement. Clutching her swollen stomach, she ran from the room, ignoring the concerned attentions of the people around her.

The dream transformed its landscape, placing Clarissa outside in the dark and cold biting wind that whipped heavy snowflakes in her face. She was running as fast as her pregnant body would allow her across a frozen lake. Cracks in the ice appeared as she made her way across it. Clarissa had no idea where she was going or what she was doing, only that it was a matter of life and death.

A noise made her glance behind to see a coach and horses following her across the ice. It swerved around her, narrowly missing her form, and knocked her to the ground. Dazed, she found it hard to rise, and as she fought to lift her body, the ice floor broke beneath her, plunging her into the freezing water, sucking her under and along under the ice to trap her.

As Clarissa cried and sobbed in her sleep, a tall man stepped out of the shadows to stand near the bed. He stood watching her restless figure for a moment. A flash of white light streaked across the room to be shortly followed by a loud crack of thunder. Heavy rain began to beat the slate roof of the cottage.

The mysterious man moved to the window and closed it before approaching the bed once more. He lay down next to her on the bed, wrapping his arm around her sleeping form, drawing her body protectively against his own. He kissed her bare shoulder visible in the short strappy white silk nightdress she was wearing.

"Shhh. I will always take care of you and keep you safe, my love," he whispered, lowering his hand to her leg. The nightmare began to recede and eventually faded.

He stroked his fingers along the pale, soft flesh upward underneath the nightdress to caress her inner thigh and round over her buttock. His handsome dark features tensed into a frown, feeling the cotton material of her panties preventing him from caressing her bare bottom.

"I hate these. You know that. I need to be able to touch you when I please. It is my right," he whispered softly in her ear.

Carefully, he took hold of her shoulders and turned her over onto her back. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment and then closed again, lost in her sleep. The man grinned and cautiously moved himself down the bed to straddle her lower body. He swept his hands along her warm flesh up to the top of the panties on either side and slowly tucked his fingers down the material. He slid them down over her silky-smooth thighs, enjoying the first glimpse of the neat triangle of her shaven pussy. He didn't pull them all the way down her body and off, but rather, used them to frame the apex just below her thighs and to use them to hamper any movement she might choose to make so he could keep her in place.

Clarissa gave a soft moan and a sudden gentle whimper. Instinctively, he reached up his powerful, lean muscled frame over her body and captured the side of her face in his palm and caressed his thumb over her pale cheek. He spoke in a smooth velvet voice, "Shhh, little one. You are safe. I am here. There is nothing to worry about or fear. Sleep."

Assured she was calm again, he returned to his work, resting his hands on top of the silk nightdress to skim it over her thighs and upwards to the top of her chest to expose her luscious, large, pert breasts. He wanted to remove the nightdress but he was concerned it would wake and alarm her. He wanted their reunion to be a pleasurable one, rather than one of terror.

So, he rested the nightdress on the top of her chest and contented himself with the position of her panties, happy that they would restrict her movement and keep her firmly in place while he pleasured her. He settled himself back at her side and curved one hand around her breast, using his grip to gently force her closer into his protective embrace. He curled his fingers and trailed the back of them slowly down her naked side, taking his time to appreciate the softness of her skin until they rested on her hip.

Clarissa moved restlessly in her sleep but her movement was restricted by her panties and she could not move far, when the man's fingers dipped downwards over her body to reach the apex between her thighs. She was still a little too dry for his taste when he slipped his fingers in between her pouting pussy lips. Covering her vulva with his hand, he possessively squeezed it then lifted his hand to gently slap at it. Her body jerked upwards and, once again, her eyes fluttered open. Giving her pussy another quick slap, he leaned over to kiss her cheek and reassure her all was well; she could return to her sleep. He wanted her to be awake to see him, to remember all that they shared together, but it was too soon. It would be enough that she begin to remember his touch, for now. He kissed her forehead and, for a brief moment, she turned to look at him.

"Nathan," she whispered.

'Shh, go back to sleep. You aren't quite awake. I am here. It is safe."

She gave him a childlike nod and closed her eyes again as he rubbed the dampness now

covering his hand in a circular motion on his skin with his thumb. She was ready.

This time, his fingers moved easily through her wet pink vulva. Nathan trailed them up and down for a short while, pausing to clasp the small bud and squeeze it as though to release even more juicy nectar. Small pants of pleasure echoed from Clarissa's lips as her pussy flooded. Nathan took his cue and moved his middle finger down to circle her entrance. Slowly, he entered the tip of his finger in between the soft, wet, velvet muscles and stretched it upwards, curling it to make contact with the rough back wall of her vagina where her G-spot was situated and caressed. At the same time, he gently kneaded the breast he still held so tightly and flexed his thumb back and forth across her erect nipple.

Nathan felt himself grow hard and his cock, sheathed in his trousers, press up against

Clarissa's naked back. Inwardly, he groaned, moving it against her to ease some of the ache. Clarissa's pants of need grew louder, competing with the noise of the thunder rumbling overhead.

 She bucked downwards onto his fingers, prompting him to join the first with a second one and pick up the pace of his thrusts. He brushed his lips against her shoulder and sought the tender nape of her neck to suck upon it.

As the lightening lit up the room with bright white light, once again, Clarissa's pants turned to agitated whimpers. She was close.

"Remember our love, Clarissa," he whispered, pumping his fingers harder. "Remember you belong to only me and always will. We are bound together forever. Nothing can break us apart. Our bond can never be undone. I love you. Come for me and show me your own love and the obedience I demand of you."

Clarissa gave a cry in her sleep and Nathan felt the squeeze of her internal muscles, signalling the release of her climax. He looked down upon her face, watching her contorted, tormented passion ride her beautiful features as her orgasm spiralled and brought tears to her eyes with its power. For a moment, Nathan felt the join between them tighten and grow in strength. It wouldn't be long now before they were fully reunited as one. He just had to be patient.

Quickly, he took advantage of her parted lips and kissed her strongly as her orgasm began to deplete. She responded hungrily, yet still asleep as though experiencing a powerful, vivid dream. Nathan settled down beside her, holding her pussy, his hand still clasped around her breast and curled her up in his arms, falling asleep with her.