This dream began on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Typical day in my little town. Birds chirping, the suns out... Kids laughing and screaming in the backyard. I guess we had been together for a while cause he was in my house and more importantly in my kitchen when I came down. He had yanked the alarm clock... And, me being the lazy butt that I am, slept almost all the way through lunch. Bleary eyed and grumbling I entered the kitchen and he only gave me a smile. I, then, proceed to roll my eyes and threaten to beat him if he decided to let me sleep in again. "I almost slept the day away..." He shrugged. "Now, I'll never get to sleep tonight." He only smiled and said, "Well, that was the point..." Of course I couldn't help it and I fell into a fit of giggles as I wrapped my arms around your neck from behind, practically crawling onto his back. "You're a big jerk..." And he kept that same grin on as he replied, "And, you love me for it, don't you?" I kissed his cheeks and neck, still clinging to him from behind as he grabbed me and pulled me in front of him, pinning me between his body and the wall. He didn't move in though. Not just yet. We just stood there, staring at each other. Him, still grinning madly and me giggling. But, as I stared into your eyes a little longer, my laughter slowly stopped. Something about the way he looked at me had my heart pounding and my breath caught in my chest. It was like being a sheep and staring at a wolf. Or rather noticing that the wolf is staring at you. And, he's hungry. Slowly, he moved in for that kiss and all I could do was accept it. His hands moved over my shoulders and I swear he had to heard my heart pounding in my chest. That wicked smile and oh God... the feel of his breath against my face... It was just so mind blowing. And, just before his lips actually pressed to mine, the door swung open and the kids came barreling in talking about the dead frog they found or some other crap. We both split, he stood there with that damn smile. Unfortunately, I could barely stand and my cheeks were flushed as they yanked me out the door. I gave a small shrug as I was ripped away. He just waved me off. Like it was all planned. As if I was supposed to be ripped away in the heat of the moment.
Fast forward past the frog poking and the barbecue. There was some definite flirting there and a few hidden molestations. His hands brushing against my back as I'm playing with the kids. A few kisses when no one was looking. Just simple little things. (The BEST things in MY opinion.)
So, we get to the end of the day and the kids are tucked in and sleeping. He was on the couch watching something on TV and I was straddling his legs with my head on his chest. He stroked my hair and back for a few more moments and then suddenly he grabbed a fistful of it and pulled me back so that I could stare into those same hungry eyes from before. Immediately, my breath is cut and my cheeks grow crimson. Nothing is said. Just a silent understanding of what was to be expected of me. My hands fell to my side obediently as he pulled my neck closer to his lips. Again, he just remained there for a moment, letting me feel the warmth of his breath caressing my tender flesh. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning but that was a useless endeavor as he suddenly bit down. Hard. I swear I could feel the skin breaking under his teeth as I moan out in a mix of pain and absolute pleasure. Already my hips were writhing against his as his other hand rubbed along the small of my back. Even his touch was a paradox. One hand pulled at my hair, painfully hard. The other gently danced his fingers across the soft spots of my body. He molded and contorted me to fit his every whim. Marking me. Biting and scratching me. Even his kisses turned rough as he dominated me completely. And, I did nothing but accept it all. "You are delicious... But, I want to taste more." The words were like a low growl as they slid from his throat and over his tongue to greet my ears. Just those few simple words and I knew I was his completely. More than the hard bites and the soft touches, I wanted to hear him speak to me. I wanted to know how much he wanted me. He kissed the marks he left on my throat and put both his hands on my shirt, popping off buttons with ease and grinning as my chest lay exposed to him. He pulled the shirt over my shoulders and halfway down my arms, but he just left it there. And, I didn't move it. I stayed perfectly still, just the way he had positioned me. Just as he had trained me. Both his hands moved to my breasts, pinching and squeezing my nipples hard. Making me cry out from both pain and absolute bliss. He leaned in, kissing and licking one, then the other. Only to return to the first and begin all over again. And, not once did his fingers ever relent their assault. Everything he offered seemed to be a beautiful mix of torture and ecstasy. And I took it all, allowing him free reign over my body... like a good little girl. After a while, he coaxed me from his lap and lead me outside to a locked little shed. I went without resistance, even if I was about to walk outside completely topless.
I KNEW what was inside the shed. Toys. Ropes, Chains, whips and collars. But, the door was locked. I didn't even try to open it because I knew it would have been futile. We kept it locked so that the kids wouldn't get into it and end up scarred knowing all the sick, twisted fetishes that Mommy enjoyed oh so much. He dangled the key before me with that wicked little grin once more and slid it into the key hole. "You've been a very good girl today, little one." A pause as my eyes lifted up to his for only a moment before returning to the ground at my feet. "I try, Master. Only to please you...." My voice is soft and alien as the door creaks open... And, then... I wake. Dreams are such fleeting things...
Unknown "Princess" Feisty
- 16 years, 8 months, 3 days ago
