I take a deep breath and relax further into his arms. I've dreamt of this moment for years, I've longed for it. A closeness, beyond my wildest dreams.

His arms tighten around me and he brings me closer- I look up at him, my heart skipping a beat.

"Do you truly want to learn, what I can offer?" He questions, his voice deeper, richer then I've ever heard before.

My lips part slightly to respond, but I find that I cannot speak. His eyes draw me in- I feel lost amidst the lust that consumes me.

I barely register that he repeats his question; my heart races and my thoughts are rendered invalid.

"Yes," I find myself answering, our eyes locking in a fierce battle of wills.

His hand wraps tightly against the back of my neck and he tilts my head up. A sudden wave of panic sets in and I try to pull away, I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't crave his next move.

His deep chuckle catches in his throat and he grins. He knows he has the upper hand, he knows that I crave his touch- that in the end I will submit in more ways then one.

He pulls me closer and his lips brush against mine. I freeze as the sensation ignites a path of pure bliss, ending in a tightness in my groin.

Oh, god I need this. "Teach me-"

These words, where the last coherent thought that pass my lips.

Another kiss is pressed against my lips and I savor the roughness of his facial hair against my tortured skin. His teeth nip at my lips and I can't suppress the urge to moan.

What surprises me the most is that this feels so right, that it has to be wrong. But, I don't care. I open my mouth and I immediately taste the scotch on his lips, his tongue.

His hands travel down my body and I tremble, my knees weaken at the mere thought of where his hands will end-

Another searing kiss pulls me out of my thoughts, and then as abruptly as this began he pulls away. I gasp at him, in confusion.

A smirk plays at his lips, god how I hate him. "Lesson one-" he begins as he twirls a gold band around his finger.

I quickly place my hand to my pocket and I realize that it is my ring that he holds. I grab at it, only for him to grab my wrist in return. "Lesson one," he repeats. "Do not let your emotions govern you or this," he states blandly as he reaches down and grabs my erection into his hand.

I cry out in frustration and in pain as he tightens his grip, causing the fabric to bind and constrict. I am at his mercy.

"Instinct my son, discipline-" he almost whispers as he loosens his grip and begins to coax my erection with his hand, an immediate pressure building at the base. "Power."

I can do nothing but stare at him, my thoughts fleeing once more as his hand continues to stroke me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasmic high I never thought possible.

With a flick of his wrist, I come undone and I release the pressure that had been building. He drops his hand with a smirk and leaves.

Fucking bastard. "This isn't over-" I growl, but I find my anger dissolving as I realize one fact. He's right.

The end.