Prologue—Visions and Dreams

Sage woke up with a start. His body was drenched in sweat. He had the dream again. She seemed to be invading his dreams with more frequency. Since his vision quest several months back she had been in his dreams more and more often. At first it use to be at least once a week, but now it seemed that it was happening every night.

He got up from bed and went into his kitchen to get a drink of water. Afterwards he took off his shirt, and changed the sheets on his bed. At this rate he was going to be completely through all of his linen. Even in his awake state the thoughts of her permeated his mind.

He didn’t know her, hadn’t even met her but he was sure that she wasn’t an aberration from his imaginings. The thoughts of her were really intense and so real that he could actually remember the taste of her kiss, the smell of her skin: almost like she was in the room with him. It wasn’t a typical sex dream he was sure of that, and he was certain that she would be his mate. Often he’d always heard his great-grandfather, the Choctaw Chief say that the when the men in their family were ready for a mate that he would have dreams about her. He thought the old man was crazy. He’d never bought into the idea of one woman fulfilling a man’s desires. The numbers were against it, and the rate of divorce was proving him right. However the longevity of marriages in his family were connections that were made for a lifetime. However, he wasn’t sure that he would be so lucky. So when is great-grandfather the chief of the Choctaw started talking to him about dreams he dismissed it because in the world that he was living in a mate wouldn’t work well. He was constantly moving from state to state with the Bureau.

The latest move that he had made was due to the job. It appeared that the person that they had under surveillance hadn’t yielded the result they wanted. He was being brought in to see if there was any reason to continue. It had been fifteen years since the mass suicide of the Branson cult. The main reason for him being brought in was his ability to use Para psychic ability. It had proven to be an asset to him in the Marines, and now in the FBI whenever he was undercover, or on a missing person’s case. Whenever a team would run into some type of impasse with an investigation he was able to use what he picked up to get things going. He didn’t know anything about his target other than her name, Mariana Bryant. Meeting the Dream

“How’s my favorite student,” John greeted Mariana over the phone.

Mariana smiled at the familiar voice of her teacher, “I’m doing well John. How have you been?”

“I’ve been getting a nice tan.”

John sounded well, but she sensed that he was longing to be back on US shores. John Livingston had been her teacher in the Branson cult. When Tyler Branson decided that he and his group should commit mass suicide, John decided to leave immediately, and take the money that he had embezzled. However unlike the Branch Davidians, Tyler didn’t have them burn the building down, and that was the main reason the FBI was after Livingston now. When he learned of Tyler’s plan he told Mariana to pack her stuff because as he put it, “Tyler has flipped with his apocalyptic crap. If we’re going to die in an apocalypse I prefer that God herself do it.” After the FBI raided the place and found most of the cult members had committed suicide, they had a forensic accountant look over the cult’s records. They noticed that Livingston had several off shore accounts, which looked suspicious. The only problem was that it couldn’t be touched, even after September 11th. When they noticed that neither he nor his protégé Mariana Bryant weren’t among the dead they started looking for them. They found Mariana in Stanford University with her tuition paid up for several years. However they couldn’t touch her because it appeared that much of her education was funded by the 800k life insurance policies that her parents had gotten in case of their death. It wasn’t payable to her until she came of age, so her aunt couldn’t give it to the cult.

They knew that she had a bachelor’s degree in pre-med from Stanford, a masters degree, and Ph.D. in psychology from James Madison University, and a Ph.D. in Physics from MIT. She’s smart and went for the best in the country for each subject for her areas of study. Since she had a reasonable explanation for where she gotten the money to pay for schooling the FBI couldn’t touch her. However from time to time the FBI would show up at her door asking for John’s location.

“You know that you can always turn yourself in John.”

“You think I belong in jail?”

“I’m suggesting that you come serve your time then go live your life the way you see fit. With all of the things that you’ve taught me I would think that you would use your ability to overcome these obstacles. How many years has it been since you’ve seen your family?”

“Too many.”

“Well?”

John chuckled then asked, “When did the student become the teacher?

She smiled, “I’ve been telling you this for the longest time. What, is it actually beginning to sink in now?”

“I suppose part of the problem is that there is only so much you can do on a boat. I’ll take it under consideration.”

“Okay, well now at least when I get my visit from the feds I can say that I tried to convince you to turn yourself in.”

“Are they still bothering you?”

She laughed, “I think that they have my phone bugged. Because like clockwork they come see me after you call. It’s just so predictable that it’s funny.”

They talked about what was going on in their lives and then ended the conversation.

‘So much for that,’ she thought, ‘now I suppose that the FBI are going to send in another crew to see if I know anything.’ She thought that they were lacking in sense because she told them the same thing all the time. John called her not the other way around, and that she never knew his location.

“Your target is Mariana Bryant. She says that she doesn’t know where John Livingston is living.”

“You don’t believe her.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Actually we do, but we feel that she is the best chance for catching him.”

“Why are we looking for him?”

“Embezzlement.”

“Embezzlement? You brought me in on an embezzlement case,” Sage asked incredulously. Sage preferred working on kidnapping and missing person cases. It was where his skills were best served.

Matt Grayson, the Director of Arizona office didn’t like his tone, but he was in a bind and Special Agent Sage Greyeyes was very good at tracking people down. It had been fifteen years since John Livingston was last seen. Mariana had been telling him for over fifteen years to turn himself in and nothing came of it. The fact that they hadn’t been able to catch him had been an embarrassment for the Bureau because of the amount of press the case received, and he inherited the problem from his predecessor.

“About fifteen years ago the Branson cult committed mass suicide. The only two survivors were John Livingston, and Mariana Bryant.”

Sage had remembered that case; he had just joined the FBI when the case broke. He remembered hearing Livingston was nowhere to be found and his charge had gone to school. He remembered a buddy of his who had been watching the girl. He said that she was a seductress, or at least that she had a lot of men around her. It was almost as if they couldn’t get enough of her. Not long after the conversation his buddy called him up and said he was quitting the Bureau and starting his own security firm. Now it was one of the largest private security firms in the country. When Sage had asked him about his assignment, the only thing that he said was that now he understood why it was that men flocked to her. “She really knew how to make a man feel like a man,” his buddy had said.

Sage remembered that he had laughed at his friend and said that perhaps he wasn’t thinking with the right head. His friend laughed with him and said, “You maybe right. I did get a raging hard on when I met her, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with me.”

Now fifteen years later he was inheriting that same case. He wondered if he was going to be seduced like his friend.

Drawing his attention back to the present Director Grayson said, “We are sure that she doesn’t know where he is but we want you to go in and see if you can pick up anything. Livingston, like clockwork calls her office every month.”

“Has he called?”

“Yes, and she’s expecting us.”

Sage looked at him wryly, “Are our appearances in her life that predictable?”

“Yes.”

Sage chuckled. “I’ll see what I’m able to do.”

“Here is her file.”

“Okay, but I will read it after I see her so that I’m not influenced by it.”

“That’s fine, this is your show. I do want you to take Agent Chris Lee with you.”

“Not a problem.”

Mariana had her receptionist clear the morning for her because she suspected that the FBI would come. Looking at the clock she got a premonition that they would be in at ten a.m. It was 9:45 a.m. In the meantime, she went into a meditative state and started remote viewing, she saw them getting out of their car and heading into the building.

As they were walking into the building she noticed one of the agents stopped mid stride. He looked around, as if he sensing that he was being watched. Reaching out to her mentally, he asked, “Who are you?”

She was immediately jolted back into her body. That hadn’t happened before; she hadn’t met anyone with similar abilities like hers. There was John but he was her teacher, she had expected that from him.

When Sage stopped mid stride and started looking around, his partner Chris Lee asked, “Is there a problem Special Agent Greyeyes?”

“No, just got a feeling that we are being watched.”

Special Agent Chris Lee looked at him with one raised brow. He had heard that Agent Sage had a unique style of investigating. Even though Agent Lee heard about his special ability he just figured the man had great instincts. However he was thinking that this behavior was a bit strange. “You maybe right, places like this generally have surveillance.”

Sage just nodded politely so that he wouldn’t have to explain what he meant. He preferred to work alone. In the past partners generally found him to be a bit odd, but they didn’t mind tagging along because he got results. However, he knew that someone was reaching out to him via psychic means. Whoever it was; was really skilled. Their presence was strongly felt by him; generally it was family that could reach him that easily. He also sensed that they weren’t trying to harm him; that’s why he called out. As soon as he did that the link was dropped.

As they walked into the unmarked office of Mariana Bryant, Sage was struck by the décor of her office. Soft pastels were on the wall but what caught his attention were the sacred geometry paintings and sacred geometry figures that were in the room. They were place just so; it was indicative of psychotronics placing. The energy in this place was healing. He was becoming more interested in meeting Mariana by the minute. Then it dawned on him, it may have been her that was reaching out to him.

His partner went ahead and let the receptionist know that they were there. Without missing a beat her receptionist told them to go in, and that she was expecting them. Special Agent Lee went in ahead of Sage and he again notice another energy shift when he entered. Looking around he immediately notice the placement of all of her degrees, and along the wall side he notice the book shelves with books about hypnosis, the paranormal, quantum physics, remote viewing and taking a closer look he saw that she had written a book called Transformation Through Hypnosis, Remote Influence, Sacred Space, and Cult Like Mind Control.

They walked around the chairs and coffee table that she obviously used for sessions. When they approached the mahogany desk that was open to that he could see her long legs. Her back was to them, and she was ending a conversation then turned around.

When Sage saw her he had to use all his control to keep from taking in a breath. She was the woman from his dreams!

“Hello,” he heard his partner say, “I’m Special Agent Chris Lee, and this is Special Agent Sage Greyeyes.”

She gave them a winning smile, “Pleased to meet you I’m, Mariana Bryant.” She held out her hand to shake their hands, but when Agent Sage touched her she felt her flesh immediately flush with heat.

She looked Sage in the eyes, and she was struck by the intensity of his gaze, and a sense of familiarity. “Do I know you Agent Greyeyes,” she asked, “there is something familiar about you.”

He smiled, and said, “This is the first time.” He followed up telepathically; ‘I assure you if we had met before that you would have remembered me.’ The looked that followed cause her to look away because of its intensity. His eyes communicated pure desire.

What the hell’s wrong with me, she thought to herself. It wasn’t as if men hadn’t looked at her like that before. Her subconscious cried, yeah, ‘but he was looking directly into the heart of you like he knew exactly who you were. Not to mention that he is so attractive he’s what wet dreams are made of.’

He was what was termed as a Black Indian, it was apparent in his sharp angular features, brown skin, and long hair. She immediately guessed that he was either second or third generation on his native side. Accessing his memories on this they were combined with pride, tradition, magic, and pain. He was tall, muscular and had an energy about him that drew her to him. She was trying to resist it but was failing in the places that it counted.

Gaining some semblance of control she asked, “How may I help you today gentlemen?”

Special Agent Chris Lee answered, “We have reason to believe John Livingston called you, and we wonder if you knew his location.”

“Yes he did call me, and no I don’t know his location.”

“Would you let us set up in your office and see if we can trace him?”

Mariana got annoyed every time they would ask this question. “No.”

“Why,” asked Special Agent Lee.

Sage chimed in, “because it would be a waste of time and man power to stay here just for one phone call during a month. “

“Not to mention that it would interfere with my business. No, that isn’t an option. I have communicated to John that I think it would be for the best that he turns himself in, but other than that my hands are tied.”

Agent Chris Lee looked at Sage as if to say, whose side are you on?

Special Agent Sage asked Mariana, “What would you recommend?”

‘That was different,’ Mariana thought. She recovered quickly from her surprised and said, “I think that you should talk to your federal prosecutor. See if there is a deal that they are willing to work out, leave a carrot so to speak. John’s main concern is the amount of jail time that he would have.”

Sage looked thoughtfully at her and thought, ‘it was a good idea and in fifteen years no one had thought to do that.’

In that moment he had redeemed himself in Lee’s eyes. “How would we contact him?”

“You can leave that to me. I have my ways of reaching him.”

“I thought you said that he called you,” Agent Lee said with suspicion.

“I don’t reach him by conventional means,” she said looking at the agent. “At least not with the type of equipment that you use.”

Sage smiled again. She was beautiful, those almond eyes, heart shaped face, and kissable lips were fascinating him.

“Well, Dr. Bryant, thank you for your time, “ Sage said ending the interview. “Here is my card; I will give you a call when I talk with the prosecutor. Do you think he would be willing to do this?”

“Yes, he’s ready to come home,” she said absently looking at the card that he gave her.

Both men got up to leave, but Sage continued to look around. On the ceiling of her office were more sacred geometry symbols. She came up beside him and said, “I find that this particular piece of art is useful to my clients. The energy that resonates off this particular symbol seems to bring people to other levels of themselves.”

He looked at her. He said to her telepathically, ‘I know, you can feel the energy in this place. It’s very healing. That’s what you do here? Heal people?’

She smiled at him, and said verbally, “Yes, but my clients are mainly men.”

Special Agent Chris Lee turned around to see whom she was talking to. He continued to watch the exchange between them.

Sage asked without speaking, ‘how is it that this room does that, bringing people to other levels of themselves?’

“With the setting of this place it has a tendency to amplify the desires, or natural abilities of the people that I help. In the past I’ve used hypnosis only to help people but they kept coming back, and going back into their old patterns. I studied sacred geometry, psychotronics, in addition to studying about creating sacred spaces. What I learned was that those areas of study along with hypnosis help the person to hold the new view of themselves longer, or for a lifetime, “ Mariana said aloud. ‘What is wrong with me,’ Mariana asked herself. ‘Why am I being so chatty?’ She hadn’t talked with anyone else about this other than John.

Sage began smiling, and said telepathically, ‘because, you’re attracted to me, and you want to please me. You want to submit to me. I sense that you’ve always been the dominant one; the strong one, and you are aching for a release but you haven’t found anyone who was worthy until today. Close your eyes Mariana let yourself rest and let me take control.’

Mariana closed her eyes.

Agent Chris Lee watched as Special Agent Austin Sage raised his right hand to the side of Mariana’s face, as he was looking deeply into her eyes. He blinked his eyes for a moment because he saw them become surrounded by something that looked like blue smoke. Almost without warning Mariana’s body collapsed into Sage’s arms. He gently picked her up and carried her to a lounger.

Sitting next to her sleeping frame, he commanded her with his thoughts, ‘you will dream about surrendering your body to me. Thoughts of me will make you wet, and excite your senses. From this day forward you will have the comfort of knowing that I am the man that you will surrender to. When you wake up you feel incredibly relax, and renewed with the knowledge that you can be all the woman you are with me.’ Sage repeated this three times until he felt his suggestion take root in her subconscious. She was right; this place did amplify a person’s abilities. Normally, it would take him more time to get a woman hypnotically induced. Afterwards he got up and walked out, and softly closed the door.

Lee looked at him in amazement. “What just happened in there?”

Sage smiled, “I just put her to sleep.”

“I can see that, but I meant before that when she was talking to you like she was having a conversation with you?””

“Oh that, I was communicating with her telepathically.”

“How? Why?”

“It’s something that I’ve always been able to do, and I did it because she’s going to be my mate.”

Lee looked at him dumbfounded. He decided that he wouldn’t tell anyone what he saw, because he figured no one would ever believed him.

True to his word Special Agent Sage Greyeyes got in touch with the federal prosecutors who made a deal with John Livingston. It had taken about a month, but everything turned out well. He turned himself in, paid a fine that was much less than he embezzled and was told that he would serve a six-month prison term. It was going to be less than that but the FBI had to save face because this case had been opened for so long.

Grayson, Director of the Arizona office thanked Sage for his help and told him he could hand pick his next case.

“I’m going to take a vacation first. There is some private business that I have to attend to.”

“Okay, that’s fine. How much time do you need?”

“Three weeks.”

“Done. Just turn in your request, and I’ll okay it.” The Dream is a Reality

Sage sitting in Mariana’s waiting room. Her receptionist had left for the day, and she had one last client. Again he was fascinated with the décor. As he looked around he saw her come out with her last client.

He looked relaxed, assured, confident, and powerful. This person was different than the little mousy man that he saw go in. Sage heard Mariana say to the man, “Give me a call in a few days, and let me know how you progress.”

“Okay, I will,” the man said dreamily to her.

After he walked out. Sage looked at her, and commanded, “Come to me.”

Mariana immediately flushed with desire, and walked over to him. He took his hands and placed them on her hips, and looked up at her. These feelings were new to her. She still had control of her mind but her body acted of its own volition. It excited her but it scared her also. She asked, “Why are you here? I thought everything with John was settled.”

“This isn’t about John and you know it.”

Never one to shy away from a confrontation she said, “Do you plan on making me your sexual slave?”

He took in a deep breath and started rubbing her hips and sliding the soft fabric of her dress, and said, “That’s not quite what I want from you. I guess I can best answer you with a quote:

‘A woman is a mystery to be solved. But a woman holds nothing from a true lover. Like the blush of a rose, pink and pale, she must be coaxed to open her petals with a warmth like the sun. It calls for the lust of a whale crashing to the shore, so we may steal up what lies beneath, and bring the foamy delight of passion to the surface.’

“Don Juan DeMarco,” Mariana said softly. He was quoting a character from a movie.

“I’m going to solve the mystery of Mariana Bryant, and I’m willing to take my time. I want to be your living fantasy. I am, your living fantasy.”

Mariana felt her skin flush, and her sex fill with anticipation. He stood up, and as he did so he pulled her dress up to her waist. She felt herself melt to his touch, and her breath became shallow. He embraced her and whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you are thinking about.”

“I’m not sure that I am thinking,” she said.

He chuckled, “I don’t believe that.” He had spent the last month talking to her, and giving her suggestions that worked on her inhibitions, and honesty about what she wanted from a lover. Looking into her eyes, he commanded, “Tell me.”

“I’m thinking about how good your hands feel on my hips, and how the sensation of made me even more wet than I was when I saw you. I’m thinking about you touching me, kissing me, and feeling your cock inside of me. I’m thinking that I want to take your dick in my mouth, and feel you cum in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass.”

“Such naughty thoughts, Mariana. Lets see about making your desires a reality,” he said staring deep into her eyes until he came face to face with some of her deepest secret place. “Do you trust me Mariana?”

“Yes,” she said softly. She felt herself surrendering more and more. Her emotional control was slipping, more and more as he looked at her.

He took in a breath, “Good.” While he was embracing and rubbing his hands over her hips and ass, she was pressing her body against his while slipping her hands under his shirt and onto his chest. Controlling himself, he whispered, “Lets go, I don’t want to do this here.”

They had decided to go to her place. They immediately went to her bedroom. When he saw her stereo system he went over and put in the CD that he brought in, and played the track Sentimental Mood, by Duke Ellington. As he looked at her he began to delve into her emotional psyche, he saw that she had a craving for being adore, being love, and treated gently at least this first time. “Dance with me,” he softly commanded, holding out his hand to her. Not wanting to resist she walked into his arms. Something kept happening every time he touched her; there was an energy shift that she couldn’t explain.

Looking up into his eyes she saw unbridled lust. She imagined that it was difficult for his lovers to meet that gaze because they bore right into the essence of what a person was made of; leaving all of one’s secrets on display.

Mariana whispered, “Your passion doesn’t scare me. I can meet you on all levels and not be drowned.” Again he smiled, and said, “I know you can, that’s why you’ve been chosen as my mate.” He kissed her deeply and passionately making sure that no part of her mouth was unexplored. Her kisses where better than the kisses that he dreamed about. With tenderness and care he slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, and let her dress fall softly to the ground. He inhaled and enjoyed the sight of her matching bra and panties that were in his favorite color. She became a bit self-conscious at his prolonged gaze that she moved to pick up her dress to cover herself. Knowing where her mind was he said, “Don’t hide from me, let me look at you.” As he said this he drew her close and smelled her hair.

“You are a beautiful woman.”

He felt her inhibitions fall away.

She moved to unbutton his shirt, but he held her hands down and said, “No, there will be plenty of time to please me later, right now I want to focus on pleasuring you.” He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She felt utterly feminine, and desired; she hadn’t felt this way before.

With slow and deliberate timing he kissed her legs, torso and lips while he was fully clothed. While nuzzling her breast he moved his hands to her vulva, while gently rubbing her clit. Her pussy was wet and pliant and ready to be taken. He always enjoyed the way that a woman’s body responded to his skilled hands, and he had always exercised a great deal of control. Yet in this moment it was taking all of his strength not to get lost in fucking her. Sage wanted to prolong the experience and wipe away any thoughts of any other man she had had before, leaving room for only one man to Master her body. He gently tracked kisses down her stomach and to her cunt. When he was satisfied with her response he replaced his fingers with his lips. He gently probed her pussy with his tongue; adding to her pleasure he started to hum. Her body convulsed under his manipulations, he was waiting for her body to rest but she cummed continuously not stopping. Unsure of when it happened his clothes found there way to the floor, and he was poised to take her. Looking into her face he saw that her eyes were closed. “Open your eyes Mariana,” Sage softly commanded in a hoarse whisper. As she opened her eyes he said to her, “I want you to know that it’s me bringing you this pleasure. It’s me who’s mastering your body. It’s me who’s loving you.” He looked into her eyes and felt an unyielding lust. Without any more preliminaries he plunged his cock into her pussy and felt himself immediately cum inside of her. He fucked her cunt relishing the richness of the experience. She was responsive, and gave as much as she took.

She moved against him with an urgency that she couldn’t control. A wave of shear pleasure would wash over her again and again until she nearly passed out.

After several hours of the hottest sex that she ever experienced Mariana woke up and looked and the man that she’d given herself to. He had tapped into her mind and into her emotions and gave her all that she desired. She actually enjoyed surrendering to him, which had surprised her. ‘I didn’t know that surrendering could be so enjoyable,’ she thought. However she was looking forward to what else was in store for the future.