Surveying her room in some satisfaction, Lucy smiles evilly. She waits for
a few moments, takes a deep breath and opens the door to her bedroom. She
walks silently down the hall to Stefan's bedroom, pauses and knocks.

"Yes Lucy?" Wearing nothing but a black silk robe, tied haphazardly at the
waist, Stefan's reading glasses are perched on the end of his nose.

"I need help. The suitcase that Sanders brought me is *extremely* heavy. I
can't lift it. Do you think?" Using her most demure voice Lucy waits
patiently for his response.

"I assume it cannot wait till morning?" Carefully setting his book on the
bedside table Stefan follows Lucy out of the room and down the hall.

"It's right over here." Lucy points across the room to where a large
suitcase sits in the corner. "I need it up on the stand so i can unpack
it." As Stefan bends to lift the heavy case, Lucy slips out of her own
robe, lock the door and perches seductively on a wing back chair wearing
nothing but her trademark pumps, and two wisps of butter colored lace.

"There you are, Lucy." Stefan stands up and turns around, his body growing
taut at the supremely sexual image she presents. "I see you've gained some
of your weight back." Stefan remarks, fighting the urge to remove the last
shreds of her clothing and take what is so generously being offered. He
strides to the door and turns the knob, discovering it
 locked. "Let me out at once." He demands, his voice laced with impatience
and irritation.

"No." Lucy answer simply, rising from the chair and making herself more
comfortable on the large bed, she rests against a mound of plump pillows.
"The key is somewhere on me, feel free to find it." She invites.

"Don't you have any pride? Does rejection arouse you?" Stefan's words are
chilling by design. He stalks towards the bed and reaches to grasp Lucy's
hair with one hand, as his other searches her body roughly.

In a split second, Lucy slips a silken cord around Stefan's wrist and while
he is tugging on one wrist she slips a cord around his other wrist,
securing them both to the huge immovable headboard. Stepping back to enjoy
the view, Lucy smiles slowly, appreciating the reversal of fortune. The
possibilities are endless. Stefan Cassadine at her mercy. Oh my. Things
were looking "up" already.

"Release me at once." Stefan struggles against his bonds fruitlessly. "Or I
will revoke my protection of you and toss you out into the streets."

"Then I'll die." Lucy replies circling the room. "But not before I get an
apology out of the high and mighty Stefan Cassadine." She informs him
proudly.

"All I have to do is yell." Stefan reminds her.

"Go ahead." Lucy eggs him on. "I dare you." As Stefan opens his mouth to
call for a guard, Lucy smoothly stuffs a wadded up scarf between his lips,
and secures it, when he tries to spit it out. "Now if you will excuse me, I
need a few things from the kitchen."

While waiting for his captor to return, Stefan fumes silently and twists
his way out of the tight bonds, Lucy had prepared for him. He succeeds in
freeing both hands, and unties his feet and proceeds to make plans for a
little "Timoria" of his own. Fifteen minutes later, Lucy returns with
several items. A carton of coffee flavored ice-cream, a spoon, a bottle of
champagne, (His best vintage) and a bowl of strawberries. Seeing the innate
sensual pleasure in his eyes, Lucy squashes his ideas immediately. "Don't
get any ideas Stefan. . . these are for me. You'll have to get your own."
Chuckling warmly, Lucy adds, "As soon as you're not tied up."

Setting down her bounty, Lucy removes her bra and panties, in a sensual
tease as Stefan watches. The ribs he so cruelly pointed out at their last
encounter were no longer visible, in the place of the sickly, almost gray
flesh that had been there two weeks ago, Lucy had taken on a healthy glow,
the roses had returned to her ivory skin. Stefan senses as Lucy settles in
at the foot of the bed, and places her carton of ice cream seemingly
carelessly on his flat stomach. He jerks involuntarily.

"Ah, ah Stefan. Don't get crumbs in my bed." Lucy cautions. "Nothing's
worse than sleeping in the wet spot." She confides chattily as she opens
the ice cream and digs into it. "Now what was your problem with me before?
I forget." She lifts a scoop of the ice cream to her parted lips and
devours it hungrily. "Oh yes, that I didn't look like a woman." Lucy shakes
her head. "Well ya know Stefan, from where I sit now, you don't look much
like a man. More of a trussed up pig." Lucy taunts. "Course considering who
you are engaged to, it's probably fitting." Taking another sensuous spoon
of ice-cream, Lucy's eyes fix on Stefan's newly freed ankles. Determined
not to scream, Lucy mentally measures the distance between her bed and the
door, trying to figure out if she had enough time to make it at a full
sprint.

Suddenly, Stefan's heavy legs clasp Lucy around the waist and in one smooth
wrestling move Stefan has her pinned. "I believe you were saying something
about trussed pigs?" Stefan inquires politely securing Lucy's own bonds
around her wrists.

"You miserable . . . " Lucy sputters.

"Yell and I *will* evict you, Lucy." Stefan's threat is all the more
effective for being whispered seductively.

Stefan sits back and appreciates his handiwork. He picks up the abandoned
carton of ice-cream and sets it on the night table. He picks up the bottle
of champagne and studies the year. "I must admit, you have superb taste in
libations." He expertly pops the cork on the wine and pours himself a
glass. "Though the same cannot be said for your taste in confidantes." He
remarks coolly, resting his hand on her warm thigh. "You went to see Luke
Spencer."

"You followed me?" Lucy squeaks out as his hand runs absently up and down
her leg. "Why?"

"You are my property, Lucy. I will not allow you to go to Luke Spencer. I
will not tolerate it. Do you understand? And you have the audacity to try
and seduce me after you've been with that man?" Stefan's fingers constrict
tightly around the slender stem of his glass.

Despite her current position, Lucy can't resist a small chuckle. "God! Do
either of you realize how ridiculous you both sound? Luke accuses me of
whoring for you, and you accuse me the same thing when I've never done
anything with either of you! Hell! Usually when I get accused of something,
it's because I did it!" Hoping to distract him, Lucy sighs plaintively. "I
should just go join a convent. I'm not having much luck with men."

"That would be a tragedy for all of man kind." Stefan remarks, smiling in
spite of himself as he upends his glass of champagne over her flat stomach
and following the sweet trail down her thighs.

"Stefan!" Lucy's shocked gasp is low and choked. "What are you doing?"

"Well since you ask . . . " Stefan's eyes glimmer amusedly. "But the fact
that you have to ask leads me to believe that you do have some problems
regarding men. But I will humor you anyway. I am going to make love to you
Lucy. By the time I leave this room in the morning we will have run the
total gamut of sensual and sexual exploration. Delving into places you
never knew existed. Luke Spencer may have your heart, but when we are
though I will own your body and your soul."

Seeing the storm of desire and lust in Stefan's face, Lucy takes a
shuddering breath.

"There are many things I want from you Lucy, and tonight you'll give them
to me, I will be inside you, and beside you, over you, under you, and it
will be my mouth that swallows your screams of ecstasy. Neither of us will
ever be the same again." Stefan promises darkly. "But I am a man who
believes in choices Lucy. You have two options tonight. One is that for
your treachery in going to Luke Spencer that you and Serena are removed
from my island and my protection. The other option is that you trust me
tonight. Completely, without reservation. And in return I promise that you
will not be in pain, and I will offer you and Serena the protection of the
Cassadine until the day you die."

"What will you do to me if I agree?"

"Anything that pleases me." Stefan answers honestly. "But without trust it
is meaningless."

Reading the intent in his eyes, Lucy nods resolutely. "I trust you, Stefan."

Wordlessly, Stefan unties Lucy and slips her into her robe, leading her out
the room and into the rickety old elevator they'd used her first day at
Wyndemere.

Rising from the bed, Stefan surveys the nude woman before him in the way an
art collector would study a new painting of immeasurable value. "Lovely,
but for the purposes for this evening, I think you are missing one key
element." Turning his back on her, Stefan rummages through her suitcase
until he finds a peach colored silk scarf. He faces her once more and holds
it out in front of an unusually quiet Lucy. Without a word Stefan ties the
blindfold firmly in place. "Now I believe you are prepared." Stefan clears
Lucy's clutter from the bed and checks her bonds once more, his fingertips
tracing down from her wrists to her shoulders, causing his captive to toss
her head to the side.

"Stefan." His name is softly spoken, neither a command, nor a plea, just a
statement.

"Yes Lucy?"

She can feel his hands buried in her hair, caressing the nape of her neck.
"What are you going to?" The only time in their brief acquaintance, Stefan
can hear the brief uncertainty in her voice.

"Do you trust me Lucy?" Stefan's hand stills it's motion and just rests in
her hair. "If not, you can leave this room and never return."

Swallowing hard, Lucy comes to the realization that she DOES trust her
enigmatic benefactor. "Yes."

"Then cede control for one evening, Lucy. Surrender to the moment and I
promise you satisfaction beyond even YOUR most sensual dreams." His voice
is low and coaxing.

"Yes." Feeling a hot flush creep over her body Lucy can feel a soft
nighttime breeze brush over her, accentuating her nudity.

"Then we begin." Stefan's softly accented voice brushes past her ear, as
his lips settle at the base of her throat where her pulse beats wildly.
Then as soon as the kiss begins, it's over, and Stefan has pulled away.

There is a long pause. Then absolute, and utter silence. Trapped alone in
the darkness, Lucy fights the tide of panic rising in her chest. "Stefan?"
No response. "Stefan? Are you here? Please! Say something! Anything!"
Realizing that she is alone God knows where trapped, her heart pounds
faster and faster until she can hear it in her ears. Seconds pass into
minutes which feel like hours. In reality, it is not much more than 15
minutes before Stefan returns to the room carrying a large picnic basket.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting Pava." He crosses the room and begins to
unpack his picnic basket.

"You came back." Lucy whispers in a tiny voice.

Immediately Stefan's lean muscle is next to her on the large bed. He
catches her chin between his fingers. "Of course I came back. You told me
that you would trust me Pava. This night will be worthless without your
trust."

"I do trust you Stefan." The honest answer wrung from Lucy's lips. "But I
hate being alone in the dark. I hate it."

Stefan checks her wrists to find them raw, and beginning to bleed from her
struggles to free herself. "You've hurt yourself Lucy." Stefan considers
his options. "If I free you, will you agree to do anything I wish still?
Will you honor your promise and submit wholly?"

"I will." Lucy's words are a shock to her own ears, as she realizes she's
never agreed to submit to anyone in her life.

"Then I shall free you from these bonds." Deftly Stefan removes the bonds
and helps Lucy sit up. "But the blindfold will remain. I want to be in
control of your senses." Sliding a hand down her back Stefan soothes her as
he would Sheba, with low murmurs and soft strokes. "I noticed you did not
eat at dinner. You must be hungry?" His question is cut short by the
rumbling of Lucy's stomach. "Then eat you shall. Wait here." Stefan's
commanding tone brooks no argument.

"Yes." Lucy responds instinctively that Stefan will want to hear that word
many times before the night is over.

"Very good." Stefan wheels over a tray to the side of the bed and arranges
the food on it before ordering Lucy to kneel before him. "Open your mouth."
He instructs as the quiet woman does so. "Good, very good." Stefan remarks,
reaching into a bowl Stefan extracts a plump ripe strawberry, he slips it
between Lucy's lips, letting his finger trace her lips as he withdraws it,
watching the look of pure hedonistic enjoyment cross Lucy's expressive
face. Stefan follows the strawberry with a sip of champagne, some of it
spilling out of the corner of Lucy's mouth, dribbling it's way down her
throat to the tip of one hard nipple. Seeing the golden liquid hang in
mid-air, Stefan pulls Lucy slowly to his lap and nuzzles at her breasts,
forcing a rush of air out of her lungs.

"Stefan!"

Ignoring her gasp, Stefan's tongue gathers the sweet drop on his tongue,
savoring the tartness of the wine with the luscious taste of Lucy's flesh.
Keeping her close, Stefan reaches for the assortment of foods on the tray
and breaks off a bit of a chocolate bar and *pops* it into Lucy's mouth.

Concentrating on the rich dark taste of sexual chocolate, Lucy is startled
when Stefan initiates a slow, deep, kiss, his tongue reaching for the
melting piece of chocolate and taking it inside his own mouth, encouraging
her to follow as one hand feathers up and down her bare thigh.

Instinctively Lucy jumps and tries to close her legs.

"No, stay open for me." Stefan orders just before kissing her again as his
hand slips boldly between her thighs stopping just short of her pouting
sex. Stefan can feel her fighting the need to retain some semblance of
dignity. "Very good Pava. Very good. You can follow instructions." He
remarks conversationally. "One would never realize it from your willful
betrayal of me the other day with Luke Spencer." The warmth in his voice
drops to freezing as he recalls her "true" love, and his hand grips her
thigh tightly.

"Stefan!"

"You didn't think that I would allow such a betrayal to go unpunished?" he
asks conversationally.

"You promised you wouldn't hurt me."

"Yes, I did. But Pava, your actions hurt me. Caused me concern. Don't I
deserve some Timoria for that pain? An eye for an eye?" As he speaks,
Stefan settles Lucy back in the bed, "I want you to stay as you are. Do not
move your hands or I will have Sanders and Mrs. Landsbury restrain you."
Stefan positions Lucy on her stomach, her face turned to one side. "I
promised you that I would not harm you. Do you believe that still?"

The room is silent as Stefan waits for an answer. "Yes Stefan. I believe you."

"Very well then." Stefan shoves a plump pillow under Lucy's hips, lifting
her buttocks high in the air. Stefan palms them, fondling her perfect orbs.
"Very lovely." He remarks as he reaches underneath the bed to remove what
looks like an old fashioned doctor's bag. Inside it are bottles and vials
of every shape and color. Selecting a vial, Stefan uncorks it, and passes
it underneath Lucy's nose. "It's an orchid extract." He informs her,
pouring a small amount into his hands and rubbing them together, and
spreading the warm oil all over her buttocks, and working deep into her
muscles.

"Oh.. . . . ." Lucy sighs happily as Stefan continues his massage. Then
bucking as he slips one well oiled finger between the wet lips of her sex
testing her readiness. She fights the urge to press back against his hand
trying to retain her dignity.

"You're very hot." Stefan informs her swiftly coaxing her small nub from
it's protective hood, and lightly flicking against it as Lucy begins to
rock back and forth, her body taking control of her mind. "Are you close
Pava?" His voice is silky smooth as he separates her buttocks and
tantalizingly brushes his lips against her dripping sex, licking lightly
around her lips.

"Stefan!" Unable to control her jerky movements Lucy's hips begin to buck
wildly, trying to force his tongue deeper inside, and the tip to touch her
fiery clit. "Please."

Keeping up the sensual torment, until he feels her thighs tighten, Stefan
enjoys her low moans of anticipated ecstasy. He swallows every drop of her
essence, and each whimper, enjoying the frantic search of her body for an
elusive release..

Nearing her climax, Lucy bites her lips to keep from crying out. Then is
stunned when Stefan pulls away leaving her splayed on the bed alone, gaping
wide and panting as if each breath was her last. "Stefan?"

"A lesson in control Pava. That's all." Stefan answers her unspoken
question. "The sooner you realize that everything you have is at my whim,
from the food you eat to how much pleasure you receive the more intent you
will be on serving me." Almost tenderly Stefan brushes Lucy's cheek. "The
happier you will be. Never think that I am a fool Lucy. I will not tolerate
betrayal. Not for anyone. . . .and especially not for a peasant like Luke
Spencer."

"You're cruel." Turning over, Lucy averts her eyes and stares at the wall
as she turns several shades of red.

"Come here." Stefan's words are soft, but there is no mistaking the command
in his tone.

Lucy inches closer to him warily. "Yes?"

"Don't you wish to know how to atone for your sins?" Stefan's voice is
matched in it's silky threat by the feel of his fingers running through her
hair.

"How can I please you?" Lucy asks fighting the liquid warmth filling her
limbs with languor.

Stefan's smile is slow, and deeply sensual. "A bath. Draw me a bath." He
answers smugly. "Go in there and fill the tub with hot water. Take this
vial and add a few drops to the water." Seeing Lucy's stunned expression,
Stefan swats her lightly on the ass. "Go."

Several minutes later, Stefan can hear the water being turned off, and the
soft steps of Lucy's bare feet on the polished wood floor. "Your bath is
ready." Standing nervously, Lucy decides not to mention that it took so
long because she wanted to make sure the temperature of the
water was perfect.

"Very well then." Stefan strides into the small tiled bathroom and stands
waiting patiently. "Well?" He prods.

"Well what?" Lucy huffs.

"Come here and undress me." Stefan commands. As Lucy reaches out to
unbutton his shirt, Stefan stays her hands. "With only you mouth." He
clarifies softly.

Looking at the difficult knot on the front of the robe and the knot on his
pajama bottoms, Lucy nibbles her lower lip nervously. "I can't do that."

"You use your mouth all the time Ms. Coe. It's about time that it was put
to good use." His smile is at once challenging, and mocking.

Taking the challenge, Lucy kneels down gracefully and begins to work
awkwardly at the first knot using her lips, teeth and tongue, as Stefan
merely stands with his hand clenched in her hair. The first knot
successfully undone, Lucy rises and slowly, slides Stefan robe off his
shoulders, and down his arms to pool at his feet.

"Well done." Stefan remarks casually, as Lucy returns to a kneeling
position to free the second knot.

The second knot takes a few minutes longer, as Lucy's mouth hovers scant
inches away from Stefan's rigid penis. The knot undone, Lucy helps Stefan
discard the pajama's and step into the tub, but not before admiring and
glorying in his splendid naked form.

He is absolute chiseled perfection, his chest and stomach flat and defined.
His chest lightly sprinkled with hair leading down to his muscular thighs
and swollen, erect penis. Fighting the urge to damn the consequences and
just ravage him, Lucy waits for more instructions.

"Well done Pava." Stefan remarks as he steps into the warm orchid scented
water. "Now I would like you to turn off the lights and light the candles
for me. Then you are to bathe me."

Moving to the vanity, Lucy lights one candle, turns off the lights and
begins to light the dozens of candles around the room, her hands unsteady
with anticipation. Once she is done, Lucy stands quietly in the middle of
the room, as if uncertain what to do next.

Stefan gestures for her to climb into the huge tub. "Come." His wet soapy
arm reaches out as he extends his hand to help her in. "Do not slip and
fall." He cautions. Once she is settled in the warm chest deep water Stefan
hands her a wash cloth. "Begin." He instructs.

Lucy says nothing as she dips the cloth into the hot scented bath water and
Stefan turns his back to her. She begins to stroke the wash cloth up and
down the smooth muscles of his back.

"You have a marvelous touch." Stefan encourages her. "But now, you must do
my front." Reaching behind himself, Stefan pulls Lucy so close that he can
feel her warm breasts pressing into his back. "Wash my chest." He orders,
enjoying the feeling of Lucy's wet, hot eager body pressed so close.

Feeling distinctly hotter than the temperature of the water, Lucy drops the
wash cloth in the cloudy water. "Oh no!"

"Do not despair." Stefan reassures her. "Just retrieve it."

Gritting her teeth, Lucy is forced to practically climb over Stefan's back
and reach her hand between his legs. Her finger's briefly brush against
evidence of his arousal, her hand feeling the velvety head and long shaft
underneath the water. "Oh!" Lucy's gasp is loud in the silence.

"Wash my hair next." Stefan orders, pouring a small amount of shampoo into
Lucy's hands, then rubbing them together.

Lucy sits on the narrow ledge as Stefan reclines with his head virtually in
her lap. He savors the erotic feel of her hands massaging his scalp. He
closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling. "You have a wonderful scent about
you. What is it?" He asks suddenly, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Tea rose." Lucy answers flustered by having him so "close"

"It's very womanly, very exotic. Very much like you." Stefan arches his
head to rinse the shampoo, and rights himself. "Thank you. Now allow me."
He gently forces Lucy to put her back to him, though every cell in her body
is screaming for release. His hands begin to travel over Lucy's body in a
languorous exploration.

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins a massage low on her belly.
"Stefan." Still frustrated from earlier, Lucy arches hoping he will allow
her a release.

"Not yet Lucy." Stefan murmurs encouragingly. "Not yet. When you find you
release, it will be when I am buried deep within your hot walls." His words
seduce as he plants tender kisses up one side of her neck to the other.

"Oh Stefan."

"It will be our first time Pava. It must be memorable." All semblance of
tenderness gone, Stefan once again becomes cold and commanding. "Get out
and dry me." Barking out the order, Stefan nods appreciatively when Lucy
obeys him.

Meekly Lucy holds a towel out for Stefan and begins with drying his hair,
working her way down his defined chest, and flat nipples to his washboard
stomach. The rough terry cloth rubs up and down Stefan's legs, then
abandoning all pretense of dying him off, Lucy advances slowly and sinks to
her knees before him, and slowly places her mouth on the very tip of his
penis, feeling a barely control shudder run through him. Slowly, sensuously
Lucy's lips wrap snugly around Stefan's arousal, and her tongue flicks at
the sensitive underside of his rampant cock.

Without a word of encouragement or reproach, Stefan clenches his fist
tightly in Lucy's wet hair, as he relishes the sensations of being inside
the hot, liquid sheath of Lucy's mouth.

Sliding her lips over the tip, she pulls the entire head into her mouth and
circles the tiny slit that is wet with a combination of his arousal and her
saliva. Her fingers sunk into his taut buttocks Lucy slowly lowers her
mouth on Stefan's arousal. She can feel it almost touching the back of her
throat, as she continues to worship him, hoping to drive him over the edge
of desire.

Stefan's hands clenched in her hair in an almost painful grip, Lucy can
feel Stefan withdraw, and feel herself being dragged across the floor and
into the bedroom. "Very well done my dear." Stefan acknowledges, lifting
Lucy easily onto the bed and effortlessly securing her as before. "Did you
think I would not see through such a transparent attempt to break my
control?" His ragged breathing the only sign that anything had almost
occurred. Stefan studies his captive carefully, noting her rapid breathing
and hard nipples jutting proudly from her soft breasts. "Have I taught you
nothing about self control Pava?" Stefan's voice radiates mock sympathy as
he retrieves her blindfold, and fastens it securely over Lucy's widened
eyes.

"Stefan. . . ." Opening her mouth to protest her re-confinement, Lucy gasps
at the hot touch of his hands running erotically over her body.

"I think I have given you too many freedoms." Stefan muses selecting from a
large dresser a silk scarf and a pair of ear plugs. "Now these will help
you." He remarks causally sitting on the edge of the bed and tying the silk
scarf around Lucy's head and using it to gag her with. Stefan murmurs
reassuringly the entire time. "Now I am going to plug your ears so that you
can't hear me." He pauses cherishing the look of panic, trepidation and
arousal. "And you will be at my every mercy." Planting a biting kiss on her
ear lobe, Stefan settles the plugs into her ear comfortably. Every muscle
tightens at the sight of Lucy bound tightly to his bed. Her legs are spread
eagle against the whisper soft comforter, shifting as much as the length
would allow.

In total isolation, Lucy's feelings seem so intensified. Every brush of the
wind against her body causes her to ache a little more. And Stefan's touch.
. . brings her close to climax from a mere contact. She is unable to cry
out against the silken gag.

Getting off on her powerlessness, Stefan settles between her thighs, and
can feel Lucy flinch at the touch of his hands on the backs of her thighs
as he lifts her hips to his mouth. Stefan begins with a cat-like swipe of
his tongue on her stomach. Then working his way lower, Stefan parts her
labia and allows his own saliva to contribute to Lucy's flowing wetness.
His tongue teases the soft, slightly salty flesh, enjoying Lucy's every
jerk, buck, and whimper of need. He abandons the tempting flesh and pulls
himself up further to have her hard nipples at the same level of his mouth.

Her hips jerking and twitching helplessly Lucy is defenseless against the
rising tides of lust swapping her body as Stefan uses all of his knowledge
of the female body to reduce her to a quivering mass of Jell-O. Her body is
on a sensual over load, and Stefan on an unholy mission to destroy any
trace of dignity, or modesty left.

Reaching on the table Stefan removes a small ice cube from a bowl and
traces one lush nipple with it, then easing it down from her tits to her
belly button, Stefan smiles as Lucy tugs on her bonds. Circling her belly
button, Stefan lowers the ice cube to the apex of her desire and deftly
slips the sliver of a cube between her inviting red lips, feeling Lucy
squirm as the cold ice makes contact with her steaming sex.

Finally removing the earplugs Stefan makes himself comfortable on the bed
next to Lucy as one sensual torment gives way to another. "Your body is
exquisite. It is as if you were built solely for carnal pleasures."
Stefan's voice is dark and filled with passion. "Your walk, do you know
that your hips sway even more when you know someone is watching you? The
way you eat, as if each morsel gives you pleasure. It arouses me just to
watch you." Seeing her twist against her bonds, Stefan continues his hot
assault on he senses. "And what is the most irresistible aspect of Lucy
Coe? Your own desire. The passion in your eyes, the way you whimper when
the feeling breaks through and despite your iron resolve to remain silent,
you let out a tiny hushed moan. It's a benediction, a release and an
entreaty all at once." Taking a deep breath Stefan continues ruthlessly.
"And once we consummate our relationship. . . ." His voice trails off
suggestively. "I can feel your long smooth legs wrapped around me, feel the
silkiness of your arousal enveloping me. Smell your desire, Taste your
skin. Feel your breasts soft in the palms of my hands. Will you arch
against me? Offer yourself up to my will? I believe your surrender shall be
divine, sweet and luscious. Perhaps you will sink your nails into me,
refuse to allow me to withdraw from your clinging warmth? then scream with
ecstasy as I plunge back inside you."

Giving into his own desires and needs, Stefan brushes a finger against her
face and releases the silken gag.

"Stefan!" The word is pleading and desperate.

"I need your mouth." The confession is torn from Stefan as he covers Lucy's
lips with his own. The kiss begins lightly, teasingly, against her will.
Lucy immediately attempts to deepen the kiss, but Stefan keeps it soft and
lingering, his tongue tracing her lips.

"Please!"

Intently Stefan makes passionate love to her mouth thrusting her tongue in
and out in a prelude to lovemaking. He withdraws leaving her mouth slack
and eyes glazed. "If you want me, you will say so now."

Aroused beyond the limits of endurance, Lucy's voice is choked. "Please
Stefan. I need you. I can't take any more of this. I-" Her body wracked
with unsatisfied lust Lucy twists her head towards Stefan. "Make love to
me. I've never needed anyone more."

"And my touch?" Stefan questions. "Tell me how my touch makes you feel."

Past shame, Lucy blurts out honestly. "I've never felt anything like this.
My skin's on fire. Every touch, every brush of air and I feel like I could
combust. And if you kiss me like that again I'll orgasm on the spot. I love
your hands, the way they hold me. . . . . . .I feel like my heart is
beating too fast to keep on. And your lips, I love the way they just linger
over every inch of me. I swear Stefan, if you don't make love to me soon, I
will die of need."

Moved by her words and the genuine desperation in her voice, Stefan
releases Lucy from her bonds, and blindfold and gathers her close in his
arms.

"Oh Stefan!" But instead of taking her, Stefan carries her across the room
and deposits her on a soft bench, then leaves her there and situates
himself on the bed. Feeling abandoned and bereft Lucy blinks in confusion,
"Stefan?"

"This is where our game ends Lucy." Stefan explains propping himself up
against the fluffy pillows. "I will not take you under false pretenses, or
in bondage. I told you that our first experience together would be
memorable. It will be, but I cannot allow myself to take you if you are
reluctant." Stefan pauses to let his words sink in. "If you do not deisre
me, if you do not trust me, if you care nothing whether I live or die, you
may walk out this door and still retain my protection. You and Serena will
never want for anything. But if your need for me is as great as the need I
feel for you, you will have to come and claim me. I put my claim on you
with the first touch, but the decision is ultimately yours."

Rising to her feet on trembling legs, Lucy looks wildly towards the door,
knowing that if she stayed Stefan Cassadine would own her soul, that she
would always bear his mark and never be free of him. The door to her
freedom seems darker somehow, and behind it, empty and cold. Slowly,
painfully aware of her own arousal, Lucy puts one foot in front of the
other and begins to walk hypnotically towards the bed. Her knees bump
against the bed frame, and Lucy's mouth works with no words coming out. . .
. . . . . . . ."Stefan. . . .please. I want you. Do you want me to beg? Is
that it? You want me on my knees? You've got me. Can't that be enough?
Either make love to me, or kill me, cause I can't imagine going one more
night with you." In spite of the terrible ache suffusing her nude body Lucy
still manages to sound defiant. "Or do you want to break me totally Stefan?
Destroy me? Do you hate me that much?" Closing her eyes, Lucy swallows.
"Please Stefan. Make love to me." Reaching out her hand, Lucy rests it
tentatively over his heart.

"Hate you?" Stefan's expression is incredulous. "Destroy you? Never!"
Stefan's hands reach out to span her narrow waist, dragging her down to the
feather bed with him executing a neat half turn, Stefan ends up leaning
over Lucy, his eyes flashing in the dark. Unable to take the dazed, and
frightened look in Lucy's eyes any more Stefan kisses her. . and kisses
her, and kisses her again softly, sweetly, tenderly, passionately, hotly,
wetly, and longingly.

Lucy's fingers delve deep into his thick hair, gasping for breath.
"Please." She begs, no longer feeling shame in her need for this sorcerer.

"Yes." Slipping his hand to the apex of her thighs, Stefan moans softly at
the feel of her so wet and needy. His fingers dance swiftly over her
swollen aching nub ceaselessly caressing her, while he fills his mouth with
her breast, his tongue circling her nipple, his free hand cradling the back
of her head.

"Oh! Stefan! Please! Don't stop. . . . ." Tossing her head frantically
Lucy's hips buck involuntarily. "No! Stefan I want you!" As she fights her
body's cry for release. "Please. . . I want you."

Stefan places a sweet kiss on her forehead. "Not now Lucy. You need this."
His hot words urge Lucy further over the edge. "Take this. It is my gift to
you." Stefan increases the friction on her clitoris and nips playfully at
her hard nipple.

Already stretched to the breaking point by hours of sensual torment, Lucy
cries out and climaxes. Her body arches high off the mattress and she cries
out with pleasure, long awaited pleasure that makes her grit her teeth to
keep from crying out.

Stefan gathers her close in his arms, his hands gentling her and muttering
soothing words of reassurance. "Beautiful." He whispers.

"No. . .Oh Stefan! I couldn't last! I wanted you so much but I--"

Stopping her flow of words with a deep kiss Stefan pulls away smiling.
"Exquisite. Seeing you in the throes of passion makes me feel more virile
than a climax of my own." Stefan admits. "Everything about you is erotic.
Your face, this beautiful, hungry gasping mouth. . . . . now we can take
our time." Stefan's fingers play up and down Lucy's spine like a master
pianist.

With her hands free, Lucy is able to return the pleasure. Her first act is
to press her lips to the Cassadine crest medallion hanging around his neck.
>From there she moves downward to a flat bronzed nipple feeling with some
pride the way each of Stefan's breaths comes a little more ragged as she
explores his body, delirious with the idea of having the fredom at last to
run her hands over his rock hard stomach, and lower to grasp his hot heavy
sex between her fingers. "You are so sexy Stefan. Hard where I'm soft.
Rough where I'm smooth. It's like we are perfect together. I love your
hands." Lucy clasps one of his hands to her lips and sucks one finger deep
into her mouth savoring the hot salty taste of his flesh on her tongue.

Unable to bear the torture any longer, Stefan rolls Lucy onto her back and
positions himself over her. "Now is the time. I wish to be buried within
you for our first climax together." Stefan brushes his body rythmically
against Lucy's, then slowly, painstakingly sinks his turgid
sex into her. Pausing to allow her body time to adjust to his body's invasion.

Biting her lip, Lucy tries to fight the cry working it's way out from the
back of her throat.

Seeing this, Stefan grips Lucy's hands over her head with one of his own.
"Do not hold back Lucy. Let it out. I am not afraid of your passion. I find
it arousing. Sing for me, allow me to hear your desire." Stefan begins to
slowly stroke in and out of her electrified body.

Sensing intuitively Stefan's need to hear her desire, Lucy aquiesces and
unclenches her jaw. "STEFAN!" She shrieks as Stefan skims a hand down to
lightly massage her throbbing clit. "Please! Oh god!" Thrashing her head
from side to side, Lucy whimpers in protest as Stefan withdraws to the
slippery enterance of her body. She gives a keening wail as he drives back
into her in the same breath. "More. I need. . . " Panting and out of
control, Lucy's eyes close.

"Open your eyes." Stefan commands, feeling his own control slipping. "I
want to see you." The words are torn from him as he feels his body
straining for release. "I need to see your beautiful eyes, and the way your
lips part practically begging for my kiss." As their climaxes approach
Stefan twines his fingers with Lucy's over her head as he increases the
frantic headlong rush to fulfillment.

Dazed, and needy, Lucy thrashes her head back and forth on the pillow, her
hair whipping from side to side. "I can't. . . . I---,"

"You can." Stefan soothes. "Trust me Lucy. You can. And when the feeling
pours over you, trust that I will be here to catch you. Don't be afraid
Lucy. I need you as badly." Stefan's thrusts become harder, and faster, his
eyes delving into Lucy's soul. He can feel her slick tunnel clench around
his manhood, as her climax begins, one after another, causing her to wrap
her legs high around his waist, as if she is climbing his back. Then his
own release washes over him, racking his entire body with the sweet orgasm
he'd been on the verge of for hours.