When Sabine returned to the bed after making a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, she saw that he was reclined against the pillows – still dressed – with his hands folded in his lap and feet crossed at the ankles. He looked quite serene, but she noticed the twinkle in his eyes and knew differently.

"You do not need those clothes anymore," he told her with a dismissive wave of his hand as his eyes traveled her body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake like a fire just beginning to pop and crackle. "Take them off. Slowly."

Sabine was compelled to obey him; his bright blue eyes alone made her melt, and his accent rendered her putty in his hands. His dominance was captivating without being unkind, and it made her heart race again. She briefly wondered if he'd always been like that in the bedroom or if past experience had been his teacher. Mystery was part of her intense attraction to him, so she didn't want to know too much.

After Sabine untied the sash of her robe, she reached up to pull the material back from her shoulders and then let it fall to the floor around her feet. The fire in his gaze had grown in intensity and was hot against her body – it was as if she could physically feel the heat of his desire warming her like opening the door of an oven – and it encouraged her to be bolder than she normally would have been.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked playfully.

He smiled and nodded, his eyes glittering like the tips of ocean waves under the afternoon sun. "You are a beautiful woman. I definitely like what I see."

Sabine undid the few buttons on the top of her night gown and then pushed the material off of each shoulder, pulling her arms through. She'd never stripped in front of a man before – not that there had been that many to start with – and while she was nervous, she was not uncomfortable. She wanted to strip for him if that turned him on because he turned her on.

When Sabine pushed the material down to her waist, intending to push it all the way down, he stopped her.

"Wait. Put your arms down."

She looked up at him in surprise, but she did as he said, keeping her gaze locked on his. She watched his hungry eyes as they danced over her breasts, nearly forgetting to breathe. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel moisture gathering between her legs. He wasn't even touching her, yet she was already responding to him physically.

Finally his eyes lifted back up to hers, a pleased smile on his handsome face.

"Continue." His voice was gentle and quiet.

Taking a deep breath, Sabine shimmied the material over her hips and let it fall to the floor with her robe. She was completely naked in the lit room, and to her, it was the most erotic moment that she'd ever had. Her experiences, while not high in number, had been rather normal in that she'd always been in the dark, or close to it, with her lovers. She'd never just stood in front of a man naked in the light while he'd stared at her.

"I do believe you are now overdressed," she told him with a smirk. Sabine wanted to see all of him as badly as he'd wanted to see all of her. She'd had so many fantasies that involved him; she was more than ready to make them realities.

"You are correct," he agreed, getting up from the bed to stand in front of her and reaching for her hands to hold. "I will take them off if you will do something for me."

"Of course."

His gaze was heated again as he said, "Lie down here on the bed with your feet on the edge of the mattress and touch yourself. I want to be able to see you – all of you – while I undress."

Sabine swallowed. No one had asked her to do anything like that before; that certainly wasn't in her realm of 'normal'. Of course, if she'd wanted normal, she wouldn't have propositioned him. She'd secretly hoped that he would be different than other men she'd known. And he certainly was.

Taking another deep breath in an effort to calm her racing heart, she complied with his request and lay where he instructed, putting her feet on the mattress about shoulder width apart.

"Wider."

She slid her feet further apart and moved her hands down her body to her warm center as he watched intently.

"That's it. Now pleasure yourself. Show me what you like."

Even though Sabine had never done something so private in front of another before, she couldn't resist him; his accent made her legs weak. Biting her lip as rational thought quickly slipped away, she showed him how she liked to be touched. The fingers of her left hand pushed her wet folds apart while she used her other index finger to flick her clit back and forth. She tried to watch him as he started to unbutton his shirt, but she also wanted to close her eyes so that she could concentrate on what she was doing.

The more clothing that he lost, the more she got into touching herself. Her fantasy – or one of them – was playing itself out in front of her, and she allowed it to consume her. Once he dropped his shirt to the floor, she noticed that he hid a rather muscular body underneath his butler attire, and she wanted it on top of her again. He was not bulky, but he was nicely toned and cut; he definitely did not look his age.

"Is this how you touch yourself when you're alone?" he purred as he unbuttoned his pants, his eyes glued to the center of her body.

"Yes," she breathed, quiet moans following. She was getting close.

"Do you slide your fingers inside, too?"

"Sometimes," was her quiet answer, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. So close.

Forcing her eyes to remain open, she watched as he pushed his pants and undergarments down in one move, his erection gently bouncing once freed. She could not contain her moans at seeing all of him; he was well-endowed, and his lower half was just as toned as his upper half. The definition in his thighs made her lick her lips. She wanted him now.

As he stood at the edge of the bed, his hands resting on the tops of her knees, he said something that she didn't understand. What she did understand was that her inner muscles tightened when he spoke that way.

"What did you say?" she breathed.

He met her half lidded eyes and smiled apologetically. "Forgive. I sometimes speak my native Hungarian. I said that you had a most beautiful body, and that I was enjoying watching you."

"Could you say more? It…your accent…and the language…it excites me."

He looked a bit surprised but nodded. As she continued working her fingers upon her sex, he began speaking his native language again but gently and quietly. It was as if he were speaking caresses…as if his mere words were able to physically touch her and stimulate her.

Sabine squeezed her eyes shut, not even trying to stifle her moans any longer. When he pressed her knees further apart, revealing more of her to him, her pleasure noticeably heightened.

"Oh God yes," she breathed, her fingers moving quickly over her wet flesh. "Will you…could you speak closer to my ear?"

Immediately, he leaned between her spread knees and over her body, holding himself up by his hands planted on either side of her shoulders. Purposely not touching her, he continued his vocal caresses in her ear. She was already so close; his softly spoken foreign words pushed her right over. Her orgasm exploded, and she cried out as her body thrashed about under his. As she moaned and gasped, he continued his verbal stimulation until her tremors slowed.

Panting, Sabine rested her hands on her stomach as he lifted his head so that he could look at her, lowering down to his forearms.

He gently stroked strands of hair away from her eyes. "My language really has that affect on you?"

Sabine smiled and nodded, still trying to calm her labored breaths. "It does," she answered, relishing the lingering glow of her release. "I've always enjoyed your accent, but when you speak quietly like that, and in a different language, it seems to – well, it settles itself between my legs as if it's touching me physically. It's a big turn on, even if I don't know what you're saying."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Miss Lesley."

Even though still recovering from her intense orgasm, Sabine was overcome with desire again as she gazed up at him. He'd awakened a part of her that she hadn't known existed, and she was ready to explore it.

"I want you again."

"Mmm. I'm really glad to hear that." He reached down between them to reach for his erection and began to guide himself in.

"Should we move?" she asked.

"No, I'm taking you right here," he told her, pushing into her with one long, slow thrust. She was so wet, he slipped in easily.

Sabine's eyes closed as she moaned. "God, you fit so perfectly," she breathed as she clawed the bedspread underneath her. He stood at the edge of the bed, slamming into her as he held up her legs behind her knees. "Yes…that feels good."

Next thing she knew, she heard a slap and felt a stinging on her backside. She was surprised, but it added to her pleasure. When he did it again, she groaned, her head turning from side to side. Tingles rippled over her body, and she physically shivered from the sensation.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed that he was looking at her curiously.

"Do it again," she whispered, not sounding like herself at all.

He looked pleased with her response. She brought her knees to her chest, resting her feet against his hips as he kept his rhythm steady. The next time he slapped her, it was harder. At her current position, his smacks landed partially on her buttocks and partially on the backs of her thighs.

"Yes," she panted, her skin on fire. "More."

His slaps came every few seconds, and they alternated sides. No one had ever done that before. It was the perfect blend of pain and pleasure; her body responded quite noisily, but she was too turned on to care about the sounds their joining were making.

"You're so wet," he growled. "It's wonderful."

"It's your fault."

He groaned a few more times before pulling from her and saying, "I must taste you."

When his hungry mouth touched her hot flesh, she gripped his head and cried out. He eagerly licked and sucked, leaving a wet trail from the sensitive nub all the way down to the even more sensitive back opening and back up again as her knees remained folded against her chest. He moaned as he buried his face in her flesh, unable to get enough of her.

Sabine's head was spinning as he kneeled down at the edge of the bed, placed his palms on her buttocks and pushed the flesh apart before crashing his mouth to the spot that had never had any attention before.

She was simultaneously mortified and turned on as his mouth danced and probed her super sensitive nerve endings. He adjusted his fingers to open her more, and she fisted the bedspread in a death grip, her lips forming an O shape but no sound coming forth.

When she felt his finger tease her, Sabine thought she would explode as she pulled and tugged at the material under her. He pushed his digit in a little, and then he took it out to lick her more. Then his finger slid in again and then back out, followed by his tongue. Each time, he slid in a little further, and Sabine was incapable of speaking. No one had ever done anything there before, and she couldn't help but think if anyone had tried, she wouldn't have been too receptive. But what he was doing felt good. Hell, it felt amazing.

He stood, keeping a finger inside her, and then slid his erection back into her dripping center.

"Tell me you like this," he begged, gently moving his finger in and out of the tight muscle. "Tell me!"

"I do like it," she panted, overwhelmed by her physical reaction to him. "Keep doing it."

He was consumed by his own pleasure, and even that turned her on. His speed in both areas increased, and her release was on her in seconds. With the added finger, she cried out louder than she ever had, and her orgasm seemed to happen in both areas which wasn't even something she thought possible. All of the sensations were new to her, and he was not far behind in his release. His finger was all the way in when he came once more, exclaiming what Sabine knew was a string of Hungarian as he thrust into her just a handful more times.

It took a couple minutes for both of them to recover. He slipped from her easily and removed his finger gently before they crawled up onto the bed and lay against the pillows.

Stroking her cheek tenderly, he spoke one of his verbal caresses through an easy smile as he held her against him.

She reached for his hand to hold. "What did that mean?" she asked, gazing into his blue eyes, hoping her erratic breathing would slow soon.

"I said that I am enjoying this time with you immensely, Miss Lesley," he repeated. "I'm very glad that you took notice of me."

She turned to her side a bit more, holding up her head with her hand to face him. "How could I not? You're so handsome. Your eyes are captivating. Your gazes make me feel like I'm under a spell. And you already know I like your voice and accent."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'm just a butler," he said with a shrug.

Sabine shook her head and gently pushed him to his back before crawling on top of him. She felt more comfortable with him than she had the other men she'd been with; usually she would have been hiding under the sheets by then. "You are not just a butler," she told him. "You're a virile, erotic, mysterious man who obviously has an extensive sexual repertoire."

When her mouth covered his, the kiss was not passionate but slow and languid. His hands crawled up her body from her thighs, over her buttocks, up her back and finally nestled in her hair, tilting her head to the side and deepening their kiss.

Their union lasted for some time before Sabine finally lifted her head to look at him.

"Thank you," he said quietly, referring to her compliment.

"No need for that," she replied. "Would you care to join me for a quick bath?"

"Why, Miss Lesley," he purred, eyes twinkling devilishly. "You read my mind."