My hand feels small in his. In fact I feel incredibly vulnerable walking next to him. He senses my uncertainty and reassures me softly, "I only bite if you ask nicely, you know?" I giggle nervously. I glance behind to see the 4 women looking at us, and the couple in the pool as well. Who are they? And what are they thinking? What is going to happen next? The room he takes me to, is huge, more like a hall. It has huge windows overlooking a well manicured garden with terraces, fountains, and in the distance I can make out a labyrinth.  There is a beautiful bath in the corner, complete with ornate tiling and a screen mounted on the wall.  He switches the screen on with a voice command in a language I am not familiar with.  He pulls my shirt over my head and unzip my pants, pulling them down together with my panties. I am so turned on and offended at once! No introduction? No explanation about where I am or what will happen?? "Listen here buddy, if you think for a second, that I, am just going to -..." that is as far as I get, before he presses his finger to my lips, effectively silencing me with a "Shhhh!". The next moment he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, walks up the steps of the tub, and plonks me into the warm water, none too gently, I might add. Once again my emotions are at war! My pussy is doing an encore for some more manhandling, but my ego is unimpressed. I stand up and start swinging my leg over the side of the jacuzzi. "Sit down!" he says, quietly but firmly. The timbre is like a physical force, taking all the fight out of me. I obey. "Watch the screen." I get an acute sense of deja vu as I witness the scene in the courtyard a few minutes ago, for the second time, only now from a different angle. I see myself appearing in the doorway, behind the 4 women. I see the surprise on my own face when I spot the lovers, and my following stealth to get closer and see, my goal clear in my actions. Then the camera zooms in on the action on the edge of the pool, showing the rapture on her face, and the slickness of his hands. I can feel my body responding once again. I stop looking at the screen and turn my head, ever so slightly, ever so slowly, to steal a glance at him. He is looking at the screen, seemingly engrossed in what is happening there. Goody, now I can study him at my leisure. Oh he is so incredibly sexy!  There is a scar running from his left temple to just below his eye, but it does not detract from his beauty, only makes him look more manly.  Oh I want to touch him! Kiss him! I want him sooo bad! He is within reach. I can touch him if I want to. But that would mean giving in. Would that really be so bad? Ego is calling me a slut. Pussy says, "Thanks for the compliment! " I realize he isn't looking at the screen anymore. He is staring at me. I am staring at his mouth. I always thought romance books such a cliche, when they claimed that time slowed right down, when you know that he is going to kiss you, but I swear it feels just like that.  I am hypnotised, frozen in place, and it feels so perfect, so right when his lips touches mine, and my body melts into him, his hand massaging the back of my scalp, pulling on my hair, keeping my head still, so that he can ravish my mouth. His tongue is probing, invading and exploring. I explore right back and there isn't a thought of inhibition. I feel his other hand on my collar bone, moving down, first palming my left breast, massaging it, then moving to the right breast, and unexpectedly pinching the nipple. Then down, down, down. Over my tummy, smoothing my mound and with me arching towards it, finally feeling his touch on my clit. I would like to say I know exactly what happens next, but i have no idea what he is doing down there. All I can say is that my clit feels supercharged, like a fat cherry and my pussy is so wet, making sucking noises, and I can hear my own voice, mewling and begging him not to stop. He assures me that he is not going to stop anytime soon. He orders me to turn around. I do so, holding onto the edge of the bath, bent over with my ass in the air. I am praying for him to do what I think and hope he wants to do.  I feel it then. That smooth glans right by my entrance, probing and teasing.  Suddenly thrusting in deep, hurting just a little, making it even better.  First going slow, pumping in rhythmically, but I think my moaning and screaming in ecstasy makes him lose control and I sense him starting to lose himself inside of me. I am pleading for him to cum, admonishing him, calling him master. I look over my shoulder to see the pleasure on his face, just as he loses control, growling as he shoots his load deep into me. I can't help but ride the wave with him and feel my own climax vibrating through me. He pulls out of me and holds me close, my face buried in his chest. "Come let me dry you off," he says. He helps me out, drying me off with a white, fluffy towel and himself as well. He leads me to the huge canopied bed and lays me down. He lies down right next to me spooning my body with his. I feel so content.