Flight to Paradise Ch. 17

"That's a big step," she says tugging on him gently to start him walking again.

"A very big step. But I'm ready when you are."

She walks, thinking, wondering if she's ready. "I'm afraid."

"Don't be. There is no pressure. We'll do it when you're ready. But Kate, no matter what, I'm here for you. I always will be. You have my promise on that," he repeats again, trying to quiet her fears.

They walk for a while, talking about other things. "Would you really move to LA for me?" she asks as the hotel comes into sight.

"Yes."

"With no regrets?"

"I'd rather live in Paradise, but you're worth the sacrifice. So, no, no regrets."

She heaves a great sigh. "We'll work it out," she says, smiling at Mac. "I know we can."

He smiles down at her. "That's my girl," he says before kissing her head.

"Mac, will you do something for me tonight?"

He chuckles, wondering what she's planning. "Now I'm afraid. What?"

She giggles briefly. "I started the Arena immersion last night. Did you know Todd's in it? He's the slave, or whatever, at the beginning holding the oil I'm smearing on my body. I bet if Todd's in it, Charlie is too. Anyway, I started it but had to stop just as it was getting interesting. Don't forget, I was sharing a room, but I can see why Charlie said Venus and Mars reminded her of us. I want to experience that, with you, tonight."

Mac forces his face to remain neutral because he doesn't get the whole erotic immersion thing. Why would he want to live a fantasy when he has the real thing right there on his arm? But she sounds so hopeful. "Sure," he says cheerfully, "if you like."

"Thank you," she says with a big grin. "I can't wait to see your reaction to it."

They're snuggling in the bed, Mac gently trying to seduce Kate with slow strokes of her skin. "Stop it or we're not going to make it to the immersion," she murmurs.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, but I really want to experience this with you."

"What's it about?"

"Gladiators. A fight to the death, so to speak, with sex as the only weapons. I didn't finish it, but it was getting damned intense when I dropped out. I want to finish it, with you. All I know is I, well, Venus, wants Mars so badly, but she has to win him, to prove herself to him. To show him that, I don't know, something. That only he can complete her maybe. It was a very familiar feeling. I want to see if she wins him."

"And you think Mars was fighting for...?"

"I don't know, but I hope you'll tell me after the immersion."

Mac as to admit his interest is tweaked. "Okay, pull the trigger when you are ready."

"Hold me tight, Mac, because I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride."

A beautiful long-haired slave is rubbing olive oil onto Mac's exposed skin, making him gleam in the dim light from the tunnel entrance. "Rumor has it that the Dominus has placed a bonus of five-thousand coins upon the winner of this contest," the girl says, her hands gliding over Mac's rippling muscles. "Does this please you?" the busty girl asks.

Mac looks at the slave and smiles. "It pleases me very much. A bonus I intended to collect."

Across the arena a similar scene is underway as a male slave holds a shallow wooden bowl of oil in his hands as Kate spreads it upon herself. "The Dominus has offered a bonus of five-thousand coins to the winner of this match," the slave says.

Kate looks at the slave, her expression intense. "Five-thousand... coins," she says. "Excellent. Victory and a bonus." She continues to spread the oil, more to have something to do than anything else. "What are we waiting on?" she fumes.

"We are waiting for the lord to welcome his guests," the lean handsome man explains.

She's about to say something more when a figure in a white robe stands in the pulpitis.

"Countrymen!" the man bellows at the top of his lungs when he reaches the edge of pulpitis overlooking the arena, slowly turning his head to take in the entire arena crowd, the sound of the hammering drums becoming quieter so he could be heard. He waits until the excited chatter from the crowd settles. "Countrymen, for time immemorial, men have met on the field of battle... only to return home to face another battle. The oldest battle... the battle of the sexes." The crowd roars in approval. "This battle... the sweetest and bitterest of all, is fought not with steel and armor... but with flesh... and sweat... and passion!" Again, the crowd roars in approval, and the man waits for the roar to diminish before continuing. "Today, here, on this field of battle... we present to you... our mortal Venus!" the man roars, snapping his hand in the direction of Kate's tunnel. "And our mortal Mars!" he cries, gesturing to Mac's tunnel. "Who shall prevail? Not even the mighty Jupiter can know the fate of what is to be decided here today!" The Dominous pauses for effect, his arms rising as the drums increase in volume and tempo. "Let the game begin!" he announces, slamming his fist down before taking his seat next to a woman at the front edge of the pulpitis, as is befitting the status of the Dominous and Dominia of the house.

Mac stands in the shadow, waiting for Venus to make the first move, but it's becoming increasingly obvious that she'll try to wait him out. Sucking in a deep lungful of air, he steps into the light, throwing his arms into a 'V' above his head, playing to the crowd. There's the briefest of lulls in the noise before it rises again at a noticeably lower pitch as the men make their voices heard, cheering their champion, their approval of their Mars evident in the fervor of their shouting.

Kate waits, a sudden attack of nerves coming over her. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? As the roar of the crowd diminishes she can see through the tunnel entrance all the faces looking toward her, waiting to see Venus take the field. Taking a deep breath, she strides confidently into the arena, not playing to the crowd as Mars doing, focused, determined, ready to wage war!

As she enters the area, the women of the crowd, slightly subdued by Mars' appearance, come alive, shrieking their approval of their champion, of their Venus. She stops near the center of the arena, the roar of the crowd pouring over her, feeding her, giving her strength. Consumed with power she can only scarcely control, she flings her arms out as if on a cross, head back, back arching as if bearing her soul for the world to see, and the crowd, men and women alike, go wild.

Mac watches Venus come into the arena, charging in like a bull, head down with her eyes locked on him, and he feels his knees weaken. She truly is a gladiatrix, and he suddenly feels unworthy of her. But to have such a woman in his life... He sets his jaw in determination. He must have her... he will have her.

He strides purposefully to her, their gazes locked, his penis already painfully bound by his loincloth. She stands her ground, giving not an inch to his approach, daring him to meet her. He stops less than a step from her, staring down at her, taking her in, her gleaming skin, her fierce determination, the sheer animal magnetism radiating off her.

Kate watches Mars as he strides across the arena toward her, his skin glowing in the sun, tanned and muscled like the perfect Roman god. She will own his man and give him such pleasures as he's never experienced until he begs her for mercy. Mercy she will not show him. When he stops in front of her, staring at her, daring her to make the first move, she decides she will have this man in her life.

They stand, facing each other, breathing hard in desire and the heat, waiting to see who will make the first move. Suddenly Venus takes a step forward, grabbing Mars by the back of the neck to pull his mouth to hers in a furious kiss. There's no tenderness, no love, only lust and determination to break, or be broken. She snakes her tongue into his mouth, their tongues dueling as her passion, already inflamed by their surroundings, consumes her, blotting out everything save her need.

Mac accepts the kiss as soon as she pulls him down, sucking on her lips as she sucks on his, grabbing her by the hair, hauling her head back, exposing her throat to his mouth. He tastes the oil and sweat as he attacks her neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth, no longer aware of the roaring crowd, the sound lost in his own roaring blood, the drums drowned out by his thudding heart.

She gasps from the sting of his bites, but they excite her further still, causing her blood to surge. She releases his head and begins scrabbling at his subligaculum, working the closures until she feels it release, exposing his thundering erection. She grabs his manhood, the largest she's ever seen, and squeezes, hard, causing him to pull his head back away from her neck and roar as he thrusts his hips forward.

She's tugging at his covering, but holding her head back with one hand, the other occupied grasping her to prevent her escape, leaves only two options... release her or let her set him free. Since they're going to be disrobed eventually anyway, he decides to let her strip him while he nips, licks, and sucks her neck. Once free, the almighty pressure from his cock relieved, he groans in relief until she grabs his cock in a painful grip that only excites him further. Roaring in pain and excitement, he throws his head back, trying to back away while at the same time trying to strip her of her clothing. He tugs at her strophium, trying to free her breasts as she releases his penis.

She pivots away, breaking his hold on her strophium, then drops to her knees in the dirt, engulfing his enormous penis with her mouth. He's too big for her to take all of him, but she takes as much as she can, gently dragging her teeth over the taunt and veined skin of his cock as she flicks him with her tongue. He suddenly becomes very still, allowing her to fellate him.

She swallows more of his cock than most women who've tried to suck him off have been able to. He knows that, for the moment, she has the upper hand for the bounty, but her mouth feels so damn good he allows her to continue, plus, no matter how randy a man might be, when a woman has her teeth on his cock, he tends to move a bit more carefully. He places his hand on her head and pushes her more firmly onto his cock, not enough to hurt her, but enough to hold her there while his pleasure soars.

She can't breathe with Mars forcing his horse cock down her throat, and she struggles to free herself from his grasp. Finally he lets her go and she backs off, inhaling deeply, catching her breath before trying to swallow him again. He's ready for her his time, stepping back slightly and away as she lunges for his cock before he reaches down and hauls her up by her arms. She tries to squirm free, but he overpowers her with brute strength, spins her around, and pulls her into him, back to front. Using one hand he jacks her head back, going for her throat again, his other hand frantically at work getting her breasts free.

As soon as she hits his body, her left hand snakes around between them, looking for his cock. She finds it, and while holding it to her, she begins to squirm her ass, rubbing his cock against the soft leather covering. She knows this is a good position because he has to feel her working her ass against his cock, but the leather prevents her from feeling much of anything. On her ass, that is. His hand grabbing at her breasts is heating her up, but having her head held back while his mouth works on her neck is driving her insane. Almost involuntarily she curls her other arm around his head, pulling his lips even tighter into her neck.

Frustrated with his inability to get her breasts free, he pushes her forward. As she stumbles away, she releases his cock as he grabs both sides of her strophium at the back where the folds wrap around each other. With a mighty jerk he pulls the folds loose, then yanks the top free and throws it down in anger and frustration before stepping out of the subligaculum around his ankles to free his feet.

She takes two steps back as he begins to come toward her, but then she stops and begins to slowly undo the bit of leather covering womanhood. She knows that so long as her vagina is covered she has the upper hand, but she's beyond caring about any bonus. Now it's personal, a contest between her and Mars, a contest to see who can give... and take... the most pleasure.

Seeing that Venus is removing her subligaculum of her own accord, he stops and waits, breathing hard in desire, watching as she slowly, seductively, removes her bottom. If she wants to give up the advantage of still having some protection, far be it from him to interfere. Besides, he badly wants to finally see her in all her womanly glory.

She can see she has him mesmerized, and she smiles slightly. Just as she drops the subligaculum into the dirt, she charges him, hitting him high and hard, dragging him down with her weight. His training nearly allows him to keep his feet, but she rides him down as he falls to his back in the dirt. The moment the impact is over, she covers his mouth with hers, sucking his tongue into her mouth. When he reaches for her head, she slides down his body, moving easily on his oiled skin, and once again engulfs his cock in her mouth...

Just under two hours after the immersion starts Mac comes out of the immersion slightly disoriented, as if waking in an unfamiliar place. The room is comfortably warm, but it doesn't account for the amount of sweat... then he remembers, he's Mars, gladiator, warrior, and lover of Venus. His passion is roaring, his need for Kate, his Venus, blotting out any rational thought as he turns her in his arms.

As the immersion fades Kate becomes aware of Mac, of his embrace as he pulls at her, trying to turn her in his arms. She rolls to face him, their sweat soaked skin allowing their bodies to glide easily against each other. As she begins to face him, she swings a leg over his body, pushing him to his back, positioning herself to take him, to have him, to make him hers as Venus has Mars.

As she swings her leg over his body, she takes his throbbing hardness and inserts into her pussy as she lowers herself onto him. There is no tender kissing, no building of passion, his need for her is too great. As she lowers herself with a groan and a shiver, he pulls her down to him, desperate to taste her lips, his hands tangling in her sweat-damp hair.

She allows him to pull her down, to take her lips, Kate as desperate for Mac as he seems to be for her. As their lips touch, she pulls his hands from her hair, entwining her fingers with his as she forces his hands to the bed above his head. As they kiss, she begins to moan and whimper in desire, her hips moving, thrusting of their own accord, her body taking control.

He allows her to pin his hands, to do with him as she wishes so long as he can touch her, to feel her closeness. As she begins to thrust, slowly at first but with increasing speed and force, she rises, holding his hands fast, panting slightly from her efforts as her face glows from the city lights beyond the suite's windows. He watches her, lost in the infinite depths of her eyes and never wanting to be found.

She watches him, his eyes wide and his face soft and loving. Never has she loved another person as much as she loves him at this very moment, his hands clasping hers, as if to prevent her escape. She smiles at him, a small smile, a loving smile, a smile that she didn't know she possessed until this very moment.

He tightens his grip on her hands, giving her support, lending her his strength as they move together, man and woman, formerly two, now one in spirit. "I love you Katherine Thompson," he whispers, lifting her hands, bringing them to his lips for a gentle kiss.

Her mouth twists and her eyes fill with tears, her hips slowing then stopping with his words. She pulls her hands free, holding his face gently as she leans down, her lips feather light upon his. "I love you Bertrand McMillan," she murmurs before kissing him softly again. With a sigh she lays her head on his chest, listening to his heart, the heart he's given to her.

They lie still for many long moments, his hardness still inside of her, awash in the love they've discovered for each other and the closeness they feel. Her head is on his chest, his arms holding her gently, his right hand slowly stroking her head. Neither speak, everything important already said with those three little words... I love you.

He begins to move, his manhood sliding inside of her, the feeling of his movement as they lie together so very right. She doesn't move save to close her eyes, her hands tightening ever so slightly on his arms. Here, now, alone with him, listening to his thudding heart, no woman can be happier, not Charlie, not Giselle, not Venus. She's issues a sigh as he makes love to her, as she wants him to always make love to her, and for the first time in her life, she knows contentment.

He has to move, his desire for her so overwhelming as to be undeniable, not to fuck her, but to show her the love he feels for her. He'd loved Sandra, but the feelings he had for her pale in comparison to how he feels for Kate. As Mac thrusts his hips in a slow, easy, rhythm, pushing deep inside her with every thrust, he feels her stiffen, just enough to hold her position, his arms tightening ever so slightly to hold her close.

Her orgasm is stalking her. His slow gentle pace has never wavered, their position exactly the same as it was twenty minutes before when he began to move, Kate unwilling to give up the closeness. As his cock continues to slide and touch, she closes her eyes tighter, waiting for her orgasm to begin. With a groan and a quiver, she falls into her rapture, soft and gentle, yet so deeply satisfying she feels as if she may cry. As her climax releases her, she catches her breath with a shuddering gasp as her emotions threaten to overwhelm her.

Her moan, along with her shudder, announce her orgasm, but he keeps moving, never varying his methodical pace, his desire to please her overriding any need of his own. Unwilling to break the mood, he wants to make slow sweet love to her until his strength fails him.

She gets control of her emotions, rising and smiling at Mac, as profoundly happy as she's ever been. He hasn't come, but he will, she'll see to that, as she begins to thrust her hips in time with his.

She begins to pick up the tempo, a sweet sexy smile on her lips as she holds his gaze. He smiles back, watching as her smile widens slightly before she leans down, taking his lips for her own. He breathes deep in the kiss, her scent filling his soul, and he increases the speed of his thrusts to match hers.

He comes alive as they kiss, their thrusts becoming harder, more demanding, every movement of his cock inside of her radiating pleasure and warming her to her core. She pulls back from the kiss and smiles at him again, saying nothing, their joining expressing their feelings more eloquently than words ever can.

He slowly reaches up with one hand, gently pushing Kate's hair back before his other hand joins his first, holding her face softly between his hands. He slows his hips, pushing in hard and deep, Kate gasping quietly at the change in tempo and his sudden deep thrusts, her head pulling up as her eyes close.

Mac's sudden change in his thrusts catches her unawares, his cock plunging deep into her causing her to gasp in surprise and delight at the new sensation, her head pulling back in pleasure. She takes a deep breath as she lowers her head, looking once more into his face, his head pulling hard back into the pillow as he pushes his hips higher and harder into her while pulling her down into his embrace.