"Have you ever played the Wii?" He asked as he opened my door, and led me to his front door. "Oh yeah I think you just said the most lethal words of the night, I could wipe the floor with you in just about every Wii game there is." As we entered the door, a butler asked to take his jacket, if I would like to freshen up, or if I wanted any thing to drink. "Uhm yes a glass of water would be perfect." I thought about what we were going to play and last minute turned to him once again. "Uh, a bottle if you have it, I'm a bit clumsy." The butler whose name was Mr. Pepper, nodded and walked in to what I presumed was the hall way to the kitchen. "Yes the Wii does give precedence to caution." we were headed out of the foyer and down a long marble hall way ending in a huge games room, where the Wii was being set up by one of the maids. Darius kissed my cheek, whispered he'd be back and walked out most likely to change; you can't play Wii in a suit as beautifully crafted as his. The maid looked up and smiled warmly. "Oh, you must be Feroscha. Both masters have talked about you all day just master Darius talked solely about you Master Jonathon has spoken about you band as well." She looked down at the skirt and corset I was wearing and tsked.

"That will never do. You can't play a game like this in such a constricting outfit. What do you say you come with me, and we find you something more comfortable to wear, you and the maid Rosi look to be about the same size? And she won't mind such a pretty young lady raiding her closet." I smiled and looked at he nodding and walked to the door. "I'd say that you and Rosi were lifesavers." She led me to Rosi's room in the maid quarters and we found a pair of shorts that were a bit to short; given how tall I was; but I could deal. Finally a shirt that was the right size but low cut and showed off just a smidge less cleavage then before. I walked in the games room seconds before Darius and he had changed his clothes radically as well. He was in a pair of jean shorts that were black and a tee that promoted Ozzfest '07.

His face led me to believe he liked what he saw, because if he hadn't shook his head and begin to speak I think he would have rushed over and kissed me. "Well now that we're both in gaming attire I suggest we let the carnage ensue." Smiling as he said this he picked up a Wii mote and made me my own Mii before handing the second Wii mote. "Thanks. Pick your poison Darius. Or would you like it to be a surprise?" I was going to have fun messing with him before crushing his Mii's soul. "Bowling or boxing?" He smirked evilly and cocked an eyebrow questioningly. "Bowling." I decided instantaneously smirking the whole while. The first game we played I beat him 157 to 124. The second was 190 to 169. The third I went all out and got a perfect game and he had a 264. "Now Darius I believe you were holding out on me. Were you trying to 'let' me win?" I even threw up the air quotes. He looked side ways at me. "As were you. You could have pulled out that perfect game the first time but I'm guessing you didn't want to crush me just yet. I guess you could call it playing with your food. Since you chewed me up and spit me back out that last game." I smirked and sat down to take a swig of my water and catch my breath. "Yeah I did didn't I?" He sat next to me even though there were chairs and couches aplenty in the room. "What do you want to beat me in next? Mario Party eight? Big Brain academy? WarioWare Smooth Moves?"

I smirked and put in the last option. "Smooth Moves. It's my favorite game ever." When I had successfully wiped the stunning marble hallway floor with him he made a bet. "Alright who ever win this very next mini game chooses what we do next. Deal?" "You're so on!" What can I say I'm a sucker for stupid bets? I'm a gambler. And to my extreme surprise: He beat me. I glared playfully and sat down again in defeat. "So what did you have in mind Darius?" He sat next to me a whole lot closer than before and just stared at me. "Darius?" His eyes were sparkling and his face was a bit closer when he spoke. "Say my name again… just like you did a second ago." Confusing and maybe just a little bit creepy. "Darius." Damn now I know why he wanted to hear it again; my voice had gone husky and I had fallen in to my Italian accent. "What accent is that? I've never heard such an amazing accent before." I nodded sheepishly and looked at him. "My Parents' neighbor was Italian and taught me how to speak it when I was little. Every time I got away from them I'd sneak over to her house and she'd teach me little bits here and there, until I was fluent. Some of our songs are in Italian and one even mentions her." If it was possible he was closer still and I could smell his scent again. It's flooded my senses. He flooded my senses; he was all around me. He was so close to me if he whispered our lips would touch. So naturally I started to speak and was cut off by my own want to kiss him. He pushed against me so that even though we were sitting I was practically in his lap as we kissed.

His hand ran up and down my back in slow lazy circles, and my fists bunched up the shirt he wore in the back. As his tongue wrestled with mine in my mouth. By the time I had realized that I was pushing his shirt up he had pulled away and looked at me with dark eyes that showed just how much I was doing to him. "Feroscha? Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you doing something you regret later. Especially with me, I don't want you to regret anything that you do with me." I nodded and forced myself to let go of his shirt and stand up. I held out my hand to him. "Show me the rest of the house." It took everything I had to not say show my where your room is. He stood and laced our fingers together. We toured the parlor and the kitchens, as well as the home theater room, and den. When we had finished with the first floor he took me to the Library; on the second; which had just about every book ever imaginable, from Poe to Brönte to Shakespeare and Balzac. After I marveled at his family's extensive collection we moved on to the living quarters which I had briefly seen when I was drug through to find suitable clothing. Darius stopped abruptly and tightened his fingers around mine. We had come to a stop in front of a large wooden door with ornately carved words in an unknown language. "Darius, is this your room?" He nodded and when he looked at me he looked pained and torn. As if he wanted to take me in the room but still wanted to maintain the propriety he'd gain on the walk throughout his home. "Can I see it?" Hopefully he would realize as I did, that I couldn't possibly regret anything I did with him. When he reached for the doorknob I felt me pulse ratchet up in speed and I felt hot and nervous.

He looked at me one last time before pulling me in the dark room and closed the door against the harsh hall light. I let go of his hand to feel along the wall for the light switch to relieve my fear. I had fully stretched my arms length before I felt his fingers close over my palm. In the second I felt his warm breath against my neck and my breath hitched as he spoke against my skin his lips' quivered, sending chills from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and every where in between. "I believe it's rude to give my walls such treatment in front of me. Don't you?" A second after I nodded, and said yes in a voice that was barely above a whisper. His other hand had captured my other as well, and I was pinned against the wall. "Darius?" I leaned forward to kiss him, and he let me willingly. Just a light brush of lips is what I intended, but he tilted his head to kiss me more deeply, and I lost track of thought; kissing him and arching up trying to break the hold on my wrists, so I could hold him to me. He pulled my arms above my head to hold both of my wrists in one of his hand while running his fingers along the bare skin of stomach he'd exposed. His touch gave me chills and set my skin and core on fire. I'd had only just registered that I could breath out of my mouth when his lips found my neck and began kissing with lips, and nipping with teeth, forcing hard shudders through my being. All at once I felt a dam break, and felt a wetness in my panties as I scissored my legs apart. He hooked one finger under the band of the borrowed short and teased my skin along the lacey top of my new boy-short panties. In between my moans and gasps I managed to speak a few words. "Let" Moan. "Me." Shudder. "Touch" Gasp. "You." the words barely left my mouth before he was letting one arm go, to fall when I wasn't prepared to hold the weight. I touched him every where I could his face, back, sides, neck. When my fingers moved lightly over the skin behind his ear he shivered and let of a strangled groan of satisfaction against my shoulder.

When the other arm was dropped I was ready. I began to pull his shirt up over his head, as he pulled the shorts down over my hips slowly teasing me and making me work to not be a puddle on the floor. He reached out behind him and then fell backward onto the bed dragging me with him. I arched above him as I took the borrowed shirt off and threw it to the floor with the abandoned short shorts. As I looked him up and down I noticed his having one nipple pierced. So HOT. He shuddered under me as he saw the matching green and black lacey underwear and bra. Thank god my birthday present was a trip to Victoria's Secret. I wore the undergarments and the perfume, Very Sexy, not an overpowering scent but floral and light. Darius leaned up to kiss me and drug in a shuddering breath as he took in my scent and the sexed look on my face. "You smell delectable. I don't think I can help, but, eat you up." It was my turn to take in a breath that was labored; it was hard to remember to breathe when his tongue traced the seam between breast and bra. Shivering harder I pushed him down and raised up on my knees so that I had room to slide his shorts down and off, and realize that he must have kicked his own shoes off and mine when he'd taken my shorts off.

Darius was gorgeous; his body was the thing of dreams; not overly huge and bulky but lithe and strong, as I explored his pale but healthy looking skin I noticed the ridges in his stomach that had to have taken years to construct. This type of body didn't come from workout rooms and steroids this came from the real word trying to kill you, I wondered absently if he was in the army. That would explain it. I crawled down his body to remove his boxer-briefs with a flourish. I kissed down his chest and stomach almost losing my tongue in a groove of his abs. Once he was gloriously naked I couldn't help but let a small sigh of pleasure and look at him fully. He was a big man, a very large man; it made me smile to think of the upgrade I was getting from my previous experience. He leaned up once again to release my breasts from their cage of a bra. I moaned in my throat when his fingers made contact with my bare nipple, standing it on end immediately. Oh God, please now? I couldn't help but project my feelings toward him and when he looked at me with a gleam in his eye. "Was that you that planted the vivid image of my suckling this?" He touched my nipple again and rubbed his palm over it lightly. "Into my mouth or am I beginning to lose track of my own thoughts?" I shuddered and arched into his touch groaning lowly.

"Yes." I nodded looking at him with hooded eyes and projected another image this time of my doing the same to his pierced one, tugging the ring lightly in my teeth. He groaned and glared playfully before bending down to feast on one of my breasts while kneading the other in his hand. I threw my head back and moaned so loud it's a wonder no one came to see what was wrong. Once he moved back up, he whispered against the skin of my shoulder. "I'm going to enjoy making you do that for the rest of the night. And screaming, I would love to hear your scream, if that moan is anything to go by the scream is promised to be enjoyable." I pushed him down into the bed and kissed his neck down to his feet and back up the other side, taking care to get close enough that I could blow my warm breath along his cock and watch it jump and jerk in response. Hearing his whimpers of enjoyment meant he liked being teased. As I neared his left nipple I blew a breath along it before licking it and blowing again earning shivers. As I took his ring in my mouth he hissed and arched up. When I tugged lightly he pulled back causing the ring to slip and give him slack. Then I encircled his whole nipple before sucking lightly but leaving a small, almost heart shaped hickey. He hissed again and pulled my face up to his to kiss me hard and deep.

I had a feeling that what he did with his tongue he wished desperately wished to do with other places. His tongue commanded my mouth, as he fingers worked deftly to pull my underwear down, when they were hanging on my hips he flipped me forward so that he straddled me and we were further away from the headboard. He leaned down and kissed me once again before sliding my panties down my legs, slowly kissing a trail down my leg behind them, the contrast between silk and his soft lips was enough to almost make me shatter in ecstasy. He did as I had before and kissed up the other to reach my body again. He suckled each breast again and I had a glimmer of sanity enough to moan the word: "Condom…" Breathily. He looked me in the eye and smirked. "As long as you put it on me." I jerked up so quickly he barely had time to pick the packet up and hand it to me. I ripped the packet in half and stretched it over him, and blew breath along the skin that had yet to be covered. Good Goddess. He was huge. I even had a slice of fear that he would hurt me he was so big. When I looked up at him he had he head back, his mouth open and his eyes closed. He was the epitome of sexy and as I slithered up his body he looked at me with sex-drugged eyes. I allowed myself to fall back pulling him with me, moaning at the feel of his body sliding against my skin.

He groaned and kissed me while looking me in the eye. "Are you ready?" Goddess, he was so concerned his face full of it, as if he would stop if I said I wasn't. I nodded biting my lip and wiggled my hips against him, stifling a moan. His head came against my entrance and probed, slowly pushing in centimeters at a time, it seemed. I gasped and arched hoping to quicken the process. He pressed closer his chest lying upon mine and I took the weight gratefully. He pushed further in and I groaned kissing him hungrily. "Oh Please? Darius I need this." He thrust in fully and I moaned loudly, He was enormous and I loved it. It hurt for a few seconds, but once used to it I began to arch into him and gasp in pleasure as he worked his hips thrusting powerfully, so much so, that every breath out I made it was a pant. He raised his upper body off me and held himself up, his arms on either side of me. I raised my hips to meet each stroke inward and pulled them back mimicking what he was doing with his. Pulling his head down to mine I kissed him hard and shoved my tongue in his mouth kissing him deeply. I felt my self clench around him as my orgasm hit me from behind and I shoved my hips into him feeling our thighs meet, he pounded faster than before forcing another orgasm to boil through me as he came with me.

By the next morning he had made me make just about every sound imaginable but I had yet to scream and it aggravated him to no end. He was relentless in trying, so much so that I could barely sit, stand, kneel or walk without hurting something. My nipples were hypersensitive and swollen, as were my lips. I had several mouth-shaped marks and even a few teeth impressions in various places. I had a huge hickey/bite-mark on the inside of my left thigh that hurt when touched; but all in all what I dealt with after was a small concession for the entire night of amazingness. Even with out the godlike sex drive; being able to share my ability and not get thrown to the wolves was the best thing ever. Darius was sweet and hot and funny and concerned and gorgeous and nice, and sexy. And did I mention an Adonis of Gorgeousness. We sat and talked for a long time after he gave up for the second time. We talked about my abilities and my family and my friends and my music. Come to think of it we talked about me the whole time. "So Darius. What about your family?" He was holding my hand in his warm hand and smiled slowly. "It's just my father and me, well and the maids that have been here since before I was born." he shrugged and held on tighter. I smiled and looked around to notice my cell phone that was still vibrating on the table. I had fourteen missed called and twice as many texts from Katoura and Avanti. I immediately called them.

"Hold on a sec. Darius I've got to call my girls." He nodded and kissed my hand and up my arm, being distracting as hell. "FEROSCHA DANIELLE GRANDEN WHERE THE FUCK AS YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT?" I held the phone my full arm's length away and I could still hear Katoura ranting. She took a breath and I pounced upon the opportunity to speak albeit it was hard since Darius was busying himself with unraveling my very being with his tongue on my skin. "I'm with Darius at his place Kat and I'm fine." I mouthed at him 'Stop it I'm on the phone.' "WELL that doesn't give you the right to let Avanti and I worry ourselves into anemia. What the hell happened to being back at one in the morning?" I snorted in disbelief as Darius continued his torture. "Right you sat on the bed at my apartment and ate all night, porker. Ya lying sack of hog shit. I'll be home in a little bit. He nibbled lightly on my neck and I shivered while a little gasp made it through my lips. "What was that? Where is he? Is he messing with you?" I jumped up spluttering to Katoura, Pointing to him and glaring I walked to the bathroom. "Whoosh. No, Kat he was tickling my neck. But now I'm in the bathroom. His place is huge it's not an apartment not a house it's friggin' Mansion!"