Talia and Isaac

by Lorraine Margaret

  She was scared for him, scared by his still and submissive body. This was not her Isaac. This suppliant man was unknown to her. What was going on? She was so far out of her depth she was drowning, gasping for air, unable to see dry land. Would she ever reach it, ever stand firm and safe again? What was going on? What game was Isaac playing?

  “Isaac? Please…”

  What game was Isaac playing?

  Game.

  This was all part of Isaac’s game… but it wasn’t a manipulation designed to win her trust or seduce her.

  This was real.

  She had reversed the game by refusing to play it. Had any woman ever done that before? Unequivocally refused to play?

  She had turned the tables and reinvented the game.

  Maybe this was another rule. Maybe if a woman refused to play…

  She assumed control.

  Talia was in control. Talia had power.

  She sucked in a huge lungful of air to stop herself from crying. She had always wanted to be the best Talia she could, the kindest, the smartest, the most compassionate… This was her chance, the greatest test of her character yet.

  “Isaac, please look at me.”

  He raised his eyes. She was right. He had accepted the new rules, her rules… His eyes were huge wet pools of wonder, shining with euphoria. Isaac was a man transformed by religious fervour, a man who had found the saviour he had been searching for all his life.

  Isaac wanted this. He had been waiting for it. Had finally met his match. This was what he had been searching for, this was the point of the game. She let out a long breath as he watched her with wet-eyed, awed adoration.

  She was right. She was his equal, his match.

  She had won the game.

  And now? She had to play her game kindly, wisely. She had to fight to save all they had created, save their unspoken love. She had to accept her new, powerful position and give Isaac his power back too. It was the only way forward, the only way to exist forevermore in a true and blissful union of equals. It was the only way to have the bond she wanted more than anything on earth and give Isaac the reverent love he deserved in return.

  She had to fight for their future, save their unspoken love…

  Save Isaac.

  Ascension

  Save Isaac.

  She had to save Isaac, save the purity of their love… But she had to think quickly, he was waiting for her next move, waiting to see how she would play her game.

  Play their game.

  She stared down into Isaac’s wet, awestruck eyes and felt an unnerving surge of feminine power. Isaac worshipped her. He had loved her at first sight just as she had him but had finally set his emotions free to burn unguarded at the forefront of his eyes. He had accepted the truth. Love could not coexist with control and dominance. His barriers were broken, and he was exposed and vulnerable at last. It would be so easy to revel in this moment, glory in his adoration and exploit it just a little. She could test him, discover how far he would go to prove his devotion, push him further along this unforeseen path and watch as he worshipped at the altar of Talia.

  Surely such an experience would deepen and enrich their love?

  She was fooling herself. She was not that woman, not a cold, imperious goddess reigning over her king. Yet she was consumed with power, intoxicated with this unexpected shift in their relationship. Her blood coursed urgently around her body, in thrall to the new-found supremacy of Talia. Power was seductive, a temptation of the devil… but surely just a little couldn’t hurt? Surely she could indulge in a few fleeting moments of dominance just to learn how it felt? She could learn why men were so obsessed with power and control.

  Men she despised. Men whose characters were so weak they abused their power to casually inflict devastation on the innocent and vulnerable.

  Isaac had never done that. He had never been cruel, he had been honest from the start. He had never forced her to do anything, never tried to humiliate her, and had always shown gratitude when she gifted him with compliance. Even today, when he had been consumed with anger, he hadn’t hurt her, she hadn’t been scared for a moment.

  She had always held power over Isaac but it had been unspoken until now. Everything that had happened between them had always been her choice. It was as Isaac had said that very first night, all about trust…

  All Isaac had ever wanted was to win her trust and now she must win his. She must reject this seductive surge of female satisfaction and the desire to glory in her power. These things were illusions and could never lead to lasting contentment and peace. She must be what she had always wanted to be, the very best version of Talia.

  Isaac was still staring adoringly up into her eyes. She knew he would wait forever now. She was in control, she had won the game.

  Slowly, she extended her hand to rest on his soft black hair. It was damp with sweat, glistening under her fingertips, betraying his heightened emotion. This was momentous for him – for both of them. They needed to be sexually intimate and soon. Isaac was an alpha male, this submissive behaviour might damage him beyond repair. It disturbed her. She wanted her beautiful Isaac strong and whole, not humbled and subjugated. If they were intimate they would connect on a primal level and she could naturally relinquish a little of her new-found power. Intimacy with Isaac was always an exchange of tenderness and pleasure, an inherently kind, unselfish man, he could not make love any other way. She was sure the physical act of taking her would reinstate his male power, but she needed his cooperation and at the moment he was surrendered to her will. He gazed up at her, his eyes glazed with love and adoration, his rampant sexuality submerged beneath the strange submissive creature he had become. She knew what she had to do.

  “Isaac, I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.”

  She had to be assertive and take control. It was hard, for dominance was not the Lokian way, but her voice was eerily seductive. Something deep inside her soul was responding to Isaac’s worship, luxuriating in her dominion over the most powerful man in Cornicunia. Isaac’s mouth curved upwards in the tiniest, sweetest of smiles. He had been waiting for this.

  “I am honoured, thank you for allowing me to worship your body.”

  She blinked her tears away again. Honoured? Worship? She could only accept worship if it was mutual for that was what Isaac deserved. She wasn’t interested in winning any more power today. She must fight to ensure Isaac accepted her worship in return. But not yet…

  “Please begin.”

  A satisfied groan sounded from deep within his chest as he moved with a grace and reverence that was usually reserved for exaltation at the altar. Power burned through her veins as he eased up her skirts, and she couldn’t resist, just had to indulge it a little…

  “Stop.”

  He stilled immediately, his eyes locked with hers. Her heart thumped with power and love. She held the man she worshipped in the palm of her hand. It was intoxicating.

  “Please undress, Isaac, I want to see your beautiful body.”

  He stood to face her. Ah, this was better! Eye to eye, she was comfortable with. But in order to reclaim her alpha male she first had to allow his supplication. He had made this life-changing decision and she must respect it. She watched as he slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest… and she could not resist. There was surprise in his eyes as she lunged towards him and ran her fingers through the hairs on his chest, stroking them down over the hard ridges of his abdomen. She needed to worship him too.

  But not yet…

  Barely breathing, she forced herself to step back. It was almost impossible. She was drawn to Isaac as if an invisible force were determined to unite them, her body aching to be held against his. She gazed into his adoring eyes.

  “Please continue.”

  He pulled off his trousers and emotion swelled in her chest. She controlled the King of Cornicunia, could instruct him to do anything she wanted him to do, but all she wanted was his happiness. Her head spun and te
ars threatened to spill freely.

  “So beautiful,” she murmured, drinking in the perfection of the man she adored. His submission had not affected his virility, his manhood rigid and swollen, the veins standing out obscenely as it jerked against his stomach. It was a delicious dichotomy. At this moment Isaac was her slave and yet his masculinity was more dominant and powerful than ever. He had made the decision to submit but his manhood hadn’t. It knew it belonged to a king and stood proudly before her, seductive and arrogant. She yearned to slide her mouth down over it, worship its beauty and strength. She wanted to give Isaac some power back. She did not need it all, she was only one small woman in love…

  But not yet.

  She had to play this game correctly and respect Isaac’s gift – it was too profound to be treated flippantly. She must genuflect at the altar of his submission, show him she would never abuse his trust.

  “You are so beautiful, my love, please pleasure me now.”

  He dropped to his knees and lifted her skirts again. She gasped as he disappeared underneath them, his breath warm against her naked thighs.

  “Isaac!”

  He groaned as his fingertips caressed her sex, his touch feather-light and full of love. The tip of his tongue floated over her erect clitoris, her sex gushing in appreciation. The sensation was unbearably intense, a multitude of tiny shooting stabs of pleasure. Her sex swelled, engorging with blood in eager readiness for union with Isaac’s manhood. She moaned softly and ran her hand over the top of her bunched-up skirts to caress his head.

  “That’s beautiful, Isaac, you are so good at this,” she praised as his tongue worshipped her throbbing clitoris. “That’s perfect… perfect…”

  It was too erotic. She was being pleasured underneath her skirts by the most powerful man in the land, luxuriating in her power as he worshipped her on his knees. Isaac had power over everything and everybody… and she had power over him. He was the ultimate alpha male, the most coveted of sexual prizes, and he was kneeling at her feet, his only desire to give her pleasure. King Isaac’s reason for existence was to worship Talia, Lokian visionary. She was the most powerful person on earth.

  His strength of character was incredible. He had embraced his vulnerability and fear and she respected him more than ever. The enormity of the moment heightened her pleasure, her sex contracting violently as her climax attacked without warning or restraint, showing her no mercy. The contact between her hand and Isaac’s head was the only thing rooting her in reality as her mind and spirit spun into an Isaac-induced paradise where nothing existed except their love. Her vision darkened, her body shook, and Isaac groaned with pleasure as he shared her ecstasy. His hands tightened on her thighs, steadying her shaking body; he was taking care of her, even now.

  “I want to watch you pleasure yourself, Isaac. Will you do that for me?”

  He emerged from beneath her skirts, his mouth glistening with the evidence of her arousal. This moment was the genesis of their equality, the true birth of their eternal bond. Her dominant king would soon return, but she would always be his goddess from now on. Always have the power to ask for whatever she desired and challenge her king’s decrees. She would always have the freedom to be Talia.

  Isaac stood, his eyes lowered, his hand moving to his manhood as instructed. How was it possible she had control of this supremely virile man? Six foot of muscular male stood before her obediently awaiting her next command. It would be easy to let this moment overwhelm her and prolong her power…

  But her power would cause the death of Isaac’s, cause the spiritual death of the man she loved…

  She took a shaky breath. “Please look at me while you pleasure yourself, my love.”

  The joy in his glazed eyes was so affecting for she knew that joy well. She had always felt it when he blessed her with the freedom to meet his eyes with hers. She smiled softly as he fisted his manhood and began to pleasure himself. It was an incredibly sensual sight, hypnotising her with a display of masculinity so potent she could barely breathe. Isaac could not pleasure himself in a subservient manner, he was an alpha male through and through. This was who he was: proud, powerful, worshipping his own virility. And as she watched her fascination grew. With every stroke of his manhood, Isaac increased in stature. His eyes searched hers for approval, but his shoulders lifted and his stance grew firmer. The desire in his eyes was breathtaking; could she even see a little of his familiar arrogance creeping in? There was a profound awareness of his own beauty and power, an unshakeable confidence that was unbelievably erotic…

  And then she saw his pain…

  She caught her breath. She never wanted to see Isaac’s pain. It obliterated the desire and arrogance in his eyes, leaving only suffering in their wake. Isaac was in agony, tormented by some unknown horror.

  “Isaac, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

  It was easy to be assertive when her motivation was to ease his pain. His hand stopped moving, but still fisted his manhood, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, naked in every way. He bit his lip, his glorious eyes wet. What had she done to him? It was moving to see such transparent emotion from such a proud and powerful man. She prayed this would be a cathartic experience, but was worried it might prove to be the very opposite. She was fighting to save their love, but would she destroy Isaac?

  “I don’t…”

  He bit his lip again, clearly conflicted by what he wanted to say.

  “Tell me what’s wrong, Isaac. I never want you to do anything that causes you pain. Your suffering could never bring me pleasure. All I want is your happiness for your happiness blesses me with mine.”

  Warmth and relief flooded his eyes. Being worshipped was a wonderful thing but this tender love was all she really craved.

  “I don’t want my climax to be for my pleasure alone. My pleasure belongs to you, Talia, it exists because of you. I want us to share it.”

  He wanted to share his climax with her. She understood perfectly. Her pleasure belonged to him, existed because of him…

  “You are right, my love, we should share your pleasure as we share everything. Please – will you help me undress?”

  She kept her eyes on his while he unbuttoned her dress as if it were the greatest honour on earth. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes locked with hers even when she stood naked before him. He was waiting for her next command; it was an enormous responsibility. Every nerve in her body thrummed with life, craving unity with Isaac, and she didn’t want to control him anymore. She wanted her king back.

  “Please use my body for your pleasure, Talia. I am honoured to be of service to you.”

  His voice was calm and strong. This man sounded like her Isaac, but he lay back on the cold stone floor and silently awaited her commands. Her tears threatened to fall again, but she controlled them for she knew the time was near… soon… soon she could give Isaac his power back. The exchange of control had to happen naturally or Isaac would see right through it, see through her. He would realise it was part of her game. That must not happen.

  She sat astride him, confident as only a woman in love whose love was returned could be. There was no greater blessing on God’s earth and Isaac had given it to her. She stroked her fingers over his chest yet he remained still and silent, waiting for her to initiate this act. It was disquieting – and exciting. His eyes burned with desire, but he controlled it. The King of Cornicunia was reining in his lust, restraining his sexual urges, suppressing them for a higher purpose.

  His worship of her.

  Boldly she wrapped her hand around his swollen manhood and positioned herself over it. His eyes locked with hers as his erection throbbed beneath her touch, exposing his desire, revealing the rampant alpha male lying dormant inside the submissive king. She was glad of the intense throbbing in her hand. It was Isaac’s life force, the essence of the powerful man she loved, and it was barely submerged now. His spirit was treading water, waiting to return and surge into virile life. She prayed he could feel her love and tendern
ess flowing through her touch and see it in her eyes, prayed he knew she was not gaining perverse pleasure from her power. She wanted her king back.

  She eased her sex down over him as time stood still around them. Isaac. My destiny. My love. His manhood was magnificent, monstrous, a rigid, unforgiving pole impaling her delicate body. Her sex slowly opened as it resisted the invasion of his enormous, throbbing girth. But her body’s instinctive resistance was futile. Her soul craved unity with Isaac as it had never craved anything before, her body powerless against the wishes of her spirit. She gasped as his manhood hit hard in her belly and desire burned ferociously in his eyes. But still he controlled it and gave his power to her, surrendering his natural instinct for sexual dominance. Blessing her with his submission.

  As she had blessed him with hers…

  Slowly she began to move, relishing the tightness of her sex around his manhood. They were as close as it was humanly possible to be and they were equals now. Everything had changed for they were becoming what they were always intended to be, two strong individuals united by love. They would bless each other with sublime shifts of power, strengthen each other’s weaknesses, protect each other’s vulnerabilities and ease each other’s pain in this mortal world until they were joined together eternally in the spirit realms…

  Isaac had given her everything, and she would give everything in return.

  The time was right – she knew what she must do. She would be more vulnerable than ever before, but she would risk it for Isaac. She knew he would be gentle with her vulnerability, tender with her fragility… She trusted him.

  She loved him.

  The unknown between them was no longer terrifying. Whatever the unknown might turn out to be, she was always safe with Isaac. He only wanted her trust – and he had it. He had achieved everything he set out to achieve.

  She ran her fingertips over his chest and his body arched up into her touch – compliant, responsive, just as she was with him. She relished her last moment of absolute power…

  And then she leant forward until her breasts brushed against his chest, pulled her knees up around him, and whispered into his ear those three magic words.