Poor, naïve, deluded Moira. She has no clue what she is offering me.

“Anything?” I ask with skepticism.

“Yes… there’s so much for us to see and do, but we’ll start with whatever appeals to you the most. We can go out to eat in restaurants, visit the museums in Chicago, or go to the zoo. How about the library? Books galore and you can read until you’re sick of it. But I just want you to give this a chance.”

I smile at her… a slow, lazy, almost evil smile. “Okay. I’ll give this a chance, and I know what I want to learn about first.”

She leans forward in her chair with excitement. “Excellent. Lay it on me.”

“I want to learn about sex. The way you do it here in the modern world.”

Moira blinks at me stupidly, giving a slight shake to her head like she didn’t understand what I just said. “Excuse me? You want to learn about sex?”

“Yes.”

“But… but… you already know how to have sex,” she says with confusion.

I push up and lean forward in my chair, so my face is just inches from her. My voice is low and humming with a slightly raw edge. “Yes, I do. You’ve seen me at my finest. But I want to learn about how you modern people have sex. It’s quite different, right?”

She swallows hard, and I see a glint of fear in her eyes. “Yes, it’s different. But I don’t think—”

“You asked what I wanted and I just told you. If you teach me about how civilized people have sex, I’ll play along with your little game of immersing myself in this new culture. In fact, I’ll even try to behave according to your general customs if it makes you happy.”

Moira eyes me for a moment, and I can see the wheels spinning in her head. Finally, she gives me a slow nod and says, “Okay… I accept your—”

I push out of the chair quickly, the second I hear her capitulation. Reaching my hand behind her neck, I pull her up into a standing position. She doesn’t hesitate; her eyes just flare wide with surprise.

“Let’s get started then,” I tell her just as I lean my nose in to her neck and inhale her sweet perfume. I pull away, noting the glazed look for a brief moment, and then I put pressure on her neck, pushing her down to the ground. “Get on your knees.”

Her body starts to slide downward to do my bidding, and I immediately start to get hard at the image of her kneeling before me. I didn’t think she’d give in this easy, and my inner dominant starts sparking hard.

When she’s halfway down to the ground, I start thinking of the best way to get her clothes off… maybe I’ll just command that she strip while she kneels, but she pushes back up hard against me and tears herself away.

“No, Zach. We can’t do that,” she practically shouts at me, her eyes wild with unease.

“Why not? You said you’d teach me about sex.”

Holding both of her hands in front of me defensively, she shakes her head. “I said I’d teach you… not that I’d have sex with you.”

I c**k an eyebrow at her, completely dismayed at this reaction. My eyes travel down her body a moment, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the way her chest is heaving with erect ni**les, and I’m confused. She wants this… I can tell.

“You want me,” I tell her simply. “I know you do.”

She stubbornly shakes her head. “No… I can’t do that.”

“Can’t? But you want to?” I ask, because I need her to clarify for me what this boundary is that she is placing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she says, “It doesn’t matter what I want. I was hired by your godfather to look out for you. To teach you how to assimilate. I’m going to publish a paper on this one day. It would cross every line of professional and moral decency if you and I had sex. I’ll teach you another way.”

“How?” I ask her skeptically. Not that I really care. I don’t want to learn a thing about her sexual norms. I was just using this as a way to get what I wanted… which is a pounding inside of her sweet body.

“Um… there are plenty of ways. Movies… books. I can answer questions for you. I can provide answers to your curiosities, but we absolutely cannot have sex.”

I think back to that first night I saw Moira, and the way she watched me as I took Tukaba. I remember the way she touched herself that night on the Jutai River, and achieved the same glorious release that I did. There is no doubt that Moira is a sexual creature. She wanted me both of those times, and I am confident she wants me now.

Perhaps she’s not quite ready to get on bended knee, but I’m sure I can get her there eventually. My chin rises as I look at her, and internally… to myself… I accept the challenge.

I may have a little work still to do where she’s concerned, but I’ll have her bowing down before me soon… and she’ll be begging me for it.

Chapter 4

Moira

Zach was silent once again as I came into the kitchen for a cup of coffee this morning. I had introduced him to java when we were in Brasilia, and he fell in love with it. I told him that we’re going to run some errands today—for which clothing is required—and he just gave me a smirk.

But he dutifully went and showered, emerging wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a light blue T-shirt, along with a pair of running shoes I bought him. Today’s errands include some shopping for more clothes, because I only bought him a few sets while we were in Brazil.