<br/>Amber's question made Mark smile. His hand came to grip her chin, making her eyes meet his. “Silliness.” His hand slipped down to her neck, taking it and holding it firmly right where the head met the neck. His lips found her own in a short kiss. “Your mine now.”<br/><br/>Releasing her neck, his hand whisked down to her waist and rested on it for many moment. Mark then stood, and gently coaxed her onto her feet. “Let us walk downstairs,” was all he said. He had an idea.<br/><br/>As he led her through the mansion and outside, he felt very mighty (he thought in a silly way, sort of) by having a nude woman at his side, under his control, following his every command. It was a heady sensation and one Mark hid exceptionally well. It was his and his alone. Mark did not feel his women should know what he was feeling, aside from sexual gratification during the act. Maybe he would relax at a later time.<br/><br/>Amber was led out into the rear of the mansion and into a stunning garden. Most men couldn't appreciate the beauty of color, let alone color radiating from a plethora of flowers, glowing under the suns radiance. Mark, however, could. He had varieties of perennials, annuals, and biennials. His garden, save for winter, was never without color and a sweet aroma.<br/><br/>A soft wood chip path led through a maze of tall and short growing flowers and overhanging trees. Mark did not lead her soft feet over the splintery wood, instead he turned her towards a manicured lawn. At its edges grew Star Gazer lilies. They were nearing the end of their season, but still looked fresh and lively.<br/><br/>Gently grasping her hips, he made her lay down against the soft grass. The warm sun bathed her smooth skin, warming her, and causing a glow to radiate from her lustrous lithe form. He put himself down at her side, leaning over her chest and kissed her.