A/N: Thank you to everyone for the kind reviews, faves and follows! Sorry this update took so long; I hadn't realized how incredibly hard it is to write sex - the other authors make it look so easy! It's my first time so please give me honest, constructive criticism! Also, sorry if Lys seems a little OOC at times (but that's why it's a fic, right?) Anyway, hope I didn't disappoint, so here's a Merry Xmas gift from me to you my dirty, little smut readers! And a Happy New Year to all who celebrate as well! XOXO

- 7 -

BOOM.

A large crack of thunder woke him with a start. He went to his French windows to look outside. It was pouring.

BOOM.

Another crack of thunder, only seconds away apart from that lightning. Moving away from the windows, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was 2:17am, but he had to check on her. He had to make sure she was alright.

She hated thunderstorms.

BOOM.

Lysander rubbed the sleep out of his dreamy eyes, and crept down the hallway to check on his maid.


/"We simply cannot burden ourselves with taking care of you any longer."/

She couldn't see their faces, but she knew who they were. They were in sharp, gray suits. Pristine accessories. Everything about them was clean cut

/"Mom! Dad! Quit joking around!"/

Coldly, they turned on their heels and began to walk away from her in slow motion.

/No...no! Please don't leave me here!/

She was running after them, but they only got farther away from her. Their gray suits morphed into billowing smoke. They rose into the dark backdrop becoming thunder clouds.

/"You are a failure of a daughter!"/ the feminine voice boomed

/"Stupid girl. You don't deserve any love. You don't deserve anything!"/ a male voice inverted with the horrific sounds of thunder made Candy clasp her ears to head.

/"Stop it! Stop it! Get out of my head! Please!"/

"Candy? Candy! Wake up!"

She was startled. Eyes wide open, face wet with tears that fell freely through her dazed expression. Lysander held her once limp body half up out of the bed. "You were dreaming," he told her.

Blinking the dampness in her eyes away, she repeated "I was...dreaming." He nodded in confirmation, letting out an inaudible sigh of relief. He pulled her out of the nightmare she had been having. "It felt so...real," she divulged when no sooner had a huge roll of thunder cracked; Candy all but jumped into his arms. Making eye contact with her, Lysander was amused, "Afraid?" he taunted. "N-no way!" she exclaimed out of pride, releasing his neck and crossing her arms.

"Alright, then I will retu-"

She grabbed his retreating hand, "No!"

He gave her his famous face of appraisal.

"M-master, would you, I mean, could you just stay in, in here? I mean just until the thunder quiets down?"

His face morphed into the soft smile that seldom graced his face, "Of course." Without invitation, he slid under the duvet and brought her body close to his in an embrace. Candy was thankful for the darkness surrounding them and the fact that her face was buried into his chest because she was certain her face had discovered a new shade of red. His body was warm, inviting. He smelt of new leather and cinnamon. Unconsciously, she matched her breathing to his as she focused on the sound of his calm heartbeat. She found herself tracing the outlines of his defined upper body absentmindedly. He was gorgeous. She couldn't help but think about everything that had happened between them earlier that day: from the grocery store, to her first kiss, to his declaration of...lust? She still couldn't figure out what exactly he wanted from her. The rough kiss and the way he massaged her inner thigh told her 'body', but his apologetic peck then the sweet kiss they had shared in front of their...audience told her something she could never allow herself to believe.

He couldn't love her. No way. She was only his maid. She was certain he wanted her only as his concubine. A doll only he could touch and play with until it wasn't new anymore. No one could love her. She learned that earlier on. She wasn't worthy of anyone's love...

Finally able to hold her like he had always wanted to, Lysander couldn't stop himself from planting gentle kisses on her scalp. Her body was soft, inviting. He did not fail to notice her tracing his muscles. He admitted that he liked the feel of her fingers on him. Her petite body clung to his as he rubbed her back up and down in a soothing motion. He could feel her skin through the smooth fabric of her sheer camisole: more supple than he could have imagined! With every stroke on her back, his hand inched closer and closer to the base of her voluptuous ass. He was in the danger zone, but he knew he couldn't dance with the devil just yet. It was difficult to, but he knew he had to wait for her to come to him. The thunder continued to rage on, but was quieting as rapidly as it had come. He could feel her body begin to relax against his and hear her soft sighs. Was she falling asleep? He planted one last kiss on her hair before pulling away slightly to examine her face. Her eyes were closed, but her grip tightened the moment he tried to break free.

Candy opened her sapphire and emerald eyes, giving Lysander a yearning look, "Please don't leave. Not yet..." and before he resumed his position, Candy closed their distance and kissed him hungrily. Payback for earlier. A kiss for a kiss.

Lysander was shocked by her nerve. He hadn't expected her to call to him so soon. A roll of thunder cried against the skies, and it only made her clutch him closer. Closing his eyes, he kissed her back with matching ferocity.

She shocked herself by taking a daring move, but he gave into her. At that moment, Candy could care less whether he only wanted her body or not. All she wanted was to be taken away from the present and to know ecstasy.

Lysander broke the kiss only because he wanted to see her expression. She looked a little put off, but it was apparent she was still hungry for more. And 'more' was just what he intended to give her! He went in for another feral kiss and flipped her onto her back so that he could hover over her. She threaded her fingers through his unkempt hair simultaneously massaging his scalp and pulling him in deeper. The soft moans escaping her lips as their tongues battled for dominance didn't go unnoticed. He ground himself against her so he could hear more of those pleasurable sounds while she wrapped her legs around his waist, eliciting a few moans from him as well.

BOOM.

Candy moved her head at the sound; she was gasping for air. Every thing was happening so fast and she was feeling everything all at once.

It was delicious.

Lysander gave her the break, and began working on her neck. She tensed as a roll of thunder cried out once more, but immediately relaxed as he kissed, sucked, bit, and left passion marks all over her tanned flesh. The more he did it, the more she squirmed.

He decided it was time to really begin teasing her.

Lips leaving her body, he sat up on the edge of the bed away from her. Legs still wrapped around his waist, Candy lay confused by his abrupt stop. "Why are we stopping?"

"Because," Lysander began, "I want you to tell me how much you want me."

"But, Master..." she whined. The way she said 'Master' was how he envisioned her saying it in his dirtiest fantasies. His wood was stiffening, but he planned to take full advantage of the moment.

"Won't you say it?" it was more of a command than a question.

BOOM.

"I...I can't..." she looked away from him timidly. Her reserve made him even more determined to tease her until she begged for him.

"If you insist," he said as a loud crack of thunder punctuated his last word. He pulled the ribbon loose from her head, letting her hair splay across the sheets.

His hands found her sides and rubbed and squeezed the soft flesh right before grasping the neckline of her silk sheen nightshirt. Lysander gave her a smoldering gaze as he looked her dead in the eye and ripped her shirt open down the middle, exposing her ample breast. Candy's eyes widened at the sound of the flimsy fabric tearing. She didn't know what he would do next and the anticipation gnawed at her.

He sat back on his heels to get a good look at her. A flash of lightening allowed him to see her flushed body sprawled out for him on the bed sheets with her ash blonde hair laying in every direction and breasts bared at him. She was a goddess. He had accidentally seen it only hours before, but the view he currently had was second to none. It felt like one of his fantasies were being realized, and like he was only teasing himself by not touching her.

Candy's gaze remained turned while Lysander studied her, so he cupped her chin in hand and forced her refocus on him. He had every intention to make her scream for him, so his mouth found its way to her right nipple while his hand toyed with the left one. He enjoyed the feeling of her D cup tit, the taste of her now-erect nipple, and the sounds she produced the harder he sucked and pulled. Candy arched her back into his pleasure and jumped even more at the sound of more thunder. Lysander took the opportunity to switch sides, giving the opposite breast a little treatment. Her lustful moans gave him a heady feeling and only egged him on. His mouth made a tiny 'pop' sound as he released her nipple and looked up at her. She looked ready for even more, but to make sure he slid a long, index finger under the waistband of her lingerie, and popped it playfully.

"Come on, Candy..." Lysander made sure punctuate her name with a loud pop of her waistband. "Tell me you want me." His free hand slithered from her breasts to her inner thighs where he kneaded the sensitive flesh. He could feel his self control slipping as the bulge in his pants grew larger.

He hadn't done much yet, but Candy's exposed chest heaved with breathy moans. A part of her was too timid to say the words, but the part of her emerging with the growing sex drive wanted Lysander to continue. She couldn't hold back any longer.

"So bad..." face burning, Candy struggled to say the words Lysander was dying to hear, "I-I want you soOOOOOO..."

She hadn't even finished speaking before Lysander's thumb delved into her sheer underwear and rubbed circles on her swollen clit. Finally! The words he had been waiting for were said and there was no going back now. Lysander reclaimed her lips as he slipped a middle finger into her wet entrance, finger fucking her while his thumb kept its pace on her pleasure center.

The sensations were driving Candy mad with passion. The feeling that filled the pit of her stomach was nowtaking over every part of her body, and her moans only became louder as Lysander brought her closer.

Lysander, however, was not about to let her cum just yet. Sitting up again, Lysander removed his fingers from Candy and made short work of her panties. No matter, he thought, She will be getting an even better pair come morning. Discarding the fragments, Lysander caught Candy's lustful gaze as he descended upon her secret garden with his mouth. The sounds she made were even more satisfying as he lapped at the juices her pussy produced for him. He could feel her grinding into his face. She was more than ready for him now.

A sharp 'fuck' escaped Candy's lips when Lysander's lips left her dripping cunt. He knew how close she was, but he wanted to take one last look at her before he rammed himself into her and finally found his own sweet release. Before he could take that last look, however, Candy spoke through her heaving chest and erratic breathing, "Lysander, I need to feel you...Take me. Now."

Her ordering him around? The devilish smirk returned to his face, "With, pleasure, Mistress." And with that, he finally freed his rock hard dick. Closing his eyes, Lysander groaned as he gave himself a few teasing strokes. Candy watched him with surprise; she had not expected it to be so...large. Refocusing on Candy's gaze, he gave her a serious look, "Candy, I am going to put it in now." Candy nodded, swallowing hard in anticipation of the pain. Lysander groaned with pleasure as he felt the wet walls of her tight pussy stretch to accommodate him.

Candy tried to open her legs wider to rid herself of the discomfort, but she only created more for herself. She shut her eyes and whimpered at the dull pain. Taking notice, Lysander whispered in her ear, "Shh, baby, just give it a minute. I will wait until you are ready to move." Doing as he instructed, she waited for her body to begin relaxing. After the adjustment, Candy went in for a short kiss, "Don't let go of me."

BOOM.

She clutched him tightly and Lysander took that as his confirmation. He began sliding in and out of her at a torturous pace. Candy felt the residual pain morph into a pleasure different from earlier or anything she had ever done to herself. As he started feeling his own euphoria, Lysander increased speed. Moan after breathy moan escaped both their lips as they began to meet each other hips thrust for thrust. Candy's walls tightened around Lysander: he knew she was on the edge.

Pulling out completely, Lysander flipped over onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows: he was tired of doing all the work. Candy was at the brink of orgasm and there was no stopping it now. Thunder and all her reserve forgotten, Candy straddled Lysander's hips and engulfed his thick, throbbing cock into her moist folds. Candy moved up and down on her own, resuming what Lysander had started. He watched as her hips bucked wildly while she rubbed her clitoris and rode him dick deep until FINALLY!

BOOM.BOOM.BOOM.

Candy's scream was drowned out by an intense roll of thunder, but that didn't keep euphoria from racking her body with pleasure. She shivered violently, and her vaginal walls tightened around Lysander member, forcing out his own orgasm. "FUCK, Candy," a guttural moan left his throat as he cried out in release. The thunder seemed to have subsided as they remained joined to each other a moment more, riding out the fuzzy contentedness.

Candy tried to stand, but found her legs refused to work properly. Lysander couldn't hide his smirk as he sat up and lifted her off of him. Embarrassment returned to Candy as she tried to scramble out of bed in an desperate attempt to clothe herself, but Lysander's embrace held her down against his naked self. "Running away from me so soon?"

"N-no, Master..."

"Now I am Master? You had no problem addressing me as 'Lysander' just a minute ago," he pressed his now soft cock into her round ass and grabbed her tits suggestively.

"Mmmh, Master, I don't think I can go for another round just yet..."

"What a naughty girl you are, Candy." He couldn't see her face, but he could imagine how red it was. Chuckling, he added, "Relax, baby, that was not my intention."

Baby? Candy's heart skipped a beat at the four letter word. She had to admit it had a ring to it. Relaxing, she turned to face him, looking into his saffron and jade coloured eyes. He met her azure-emerald gaze head on. She was searching for something in his eyes, but for what? He had no idea. Ending their little staring contest, he pecked her lips then planted a kiss on her hair, resting his chin on her head, "Sleep, baby."

Candy felt a sudden wave of fatigue wash over her. Sleeping didn't seem like such a bad idea. Plus, she would get to do it in his arms, so she snuggled closer to him, letting out a content sigh. "Goodnight...Lysander," she whispered before his even breathing guided her into a fitful slumber.