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How he became bisexual.

Her mouth was dry and she closed her eyes. A moan escaped her throat.

"There is something, Miss. I feel it. Tell me."

Grasping at the first and only thought she could find, she flung it at him in self-defense. She blurted, "I don't want to be here."

"Then leave," he said calmly. She heard keys dropped on the dresser. He'd batted away her only thought as easily as swatting a fly.

"I'm not ready for this," she tried again.

"Yes, Miss, you are. Or you would not have come to me again." Another effortless deflection.

"Stop!" she cried, shaking her head violently as if she could dislodge him that way.

He moved quickly and she felt him behind her, embracing her tightly.

"Ssh," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck. "Hush, Miss. I am here now."

She turned her face into his shoulder, breathing in his clean scent. He stroked the wet hair away from her forehead gently.

"Why do you fight me so, pet? You think that you are so afraid of losing control. Tell me truthfully though, haven't you been out of control all along, since you first knew the sensation of submission? Haven't your thoughts flown wildly about in your head, trying to understand why?"

She nodded, not realizing that she was gripping his forearm tightly.

"Do you remember the only moment of peace you had from these thoughts? The only moment they were brought under control?"

Biting her lip, she tried to deny the inevitable. She shook her head and moaned, "No!"

She could feel his smile. "Yes, Miss, you do know. The only time there is peace is when I give it to you. You can't control these feelings, but I can. Why do you run so hard from what you need so much?"

Finally the answer came tearing out of her, though she tried to keep it in. He was bringing her to this point again, where she had control over nothing. And it was heaven!

"Because I want it too much! I want it and nothing else and I can't ever have enough of it! It will just build and build inside me until I explode for wanting it so much!"

"No, pet. This is where you are wrong. Pay close attention to me now. It is the unfulfilled need that grows so strongly out of your control. I can teach you to put it in its proper place, if only you will let me. If only you will trust me."

"Please, please!" she begged, "Please make it go away!" She could barely remember her earlier contempt at this pleading. It felt as though a dam had burst inside her.

"Yes, Miss. I will," he soothed her. "But you must promise not to run from me anymore."

She shook her head, holding tightly to his arm. "I can't," she moaned, "I'm afraid."

"Of course your are, pet, because until now, the fear was all you had to hold on to. Now see what you are holding?" He brought her attention to her own frantic hands gripping him. "And see what is holding on to you?"

His embrace was firm, strong, unwavering, his hands confident but gentle. His voice felt like warm water on the ice of her fear, melting it away slowly but surely.

She grew still, listening, floating on his words.

"Let go, pretty one. Let go and let yourself know this feeling. You desire it. You crave it. It's here, just accept it."

Her eyes slipped shut and she let herself begin to drift. His voice and his hands were the stream that propelled her along.

"Yes Miss, that's it. That's a good girl," he whispered. The words brought a faint smile to her slightly parted lips.

Keeping her body pressed back against his, he moved his hands over the soft fabric of the robe, starting at her shoulders, moving down over her breasts, down to the firm stomach. A small whimper escaped as he passed over very sensitive nipples.

When his hand moved lower, pulling the robe open at her thighs, she arched her back and pressed into him.

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