Dream Lover by Casiopa Xue

Heat sweltered through the air, the mist of the shower mingling to caress her skin. The day had been so hot, nearly 90. Now the night had crept in, little rescue from the hotness.

Fluttering to the floor, the silky fabric of the robe provides a light movement of air around her moist flesh. Parting the shower curtain, her slender form slips through, splitting the stream of water drops. A soft sigh escapes from parted lips.

Hundreds of tiny fingers trickle along her hot flesh, the water cooling, washing away the stress of the day. As the soap lathers, her hands play along each dip and curve of her body. Eyes fluttering shut against the candle light, her mind wanders, her hands becoming the hands of that mystic lover.

A noise from the bedroom. Freezing, hands halting their movement, she listens for a long moment.

Nothing.

Moaning, she reluctantly turns off the shower stream, wraps a fluffy towel around herself and saunters to the bedroom, the light from the streetlamp outside silhouetting her as she enters the bedroom. Deliciously slow, the brush runs through her damp hair, sending small wriggles of electricity down the curve of her spine.

For a moment, she thinks of the sensations in the shower. Sadly she whispers, "No release tonight, time for bed." Slipping under the smooth sheets, her mind is unaware of the eyes following her every move. Tumbling into sleep quickly, breath comes slower and slower until its pace is melodic, ticking off each moment with it’s in and out rhythm.

A shadow moves.

Strong hands ease the silken scarves from their nest in his pocket. His eyes watch, as he patiently waits. "She will turn, she always does," he thinks to himself. A smile creeps up the side of his full mouth as he watches her roll in slumber, her body stretching out slowly, the flat of her stomach now lengthened along the sheet, face buried gently in the pillow, the swell of her hips pointing upward to the heavens. "You will be mine, angel," falls in a hush as he moves to the head of the bed. 

He had thought about this with calculation, the act of the preparation exhilarating. Each scarf, four in all, had been fashioned with a loop at the end. With the faintest of touch, each loop was slid over her delectable limbs. First he moved over the hands, down to the turn of her wrists, then over her slender feet, to the ridge of her ankles. Painstakingly, his eyes read her body, looking for any sign that her dreams were falling away to wakefulness. Eyes twinkling in the moonlight, a smile played fully over his lips as the last loop fell into place. “In a moment my beautiful one, we will begin,” he whispered into her ear, the movement of his breath wisping a few strands of her dark hair.

Moving quickly, knowing the next steps were sure to rouse her, he pulled the scarves around the posts of the headboard, removing the slack and securing them tightly. She stirred. But it was the next that would surely bring her conscious mind to him. Moving to the foot of the bed, he repeated the motions, pulling taut the slack from the scarves and fastening them to the footboard.

Her mind stirred, then, in response to the pull of her legs, became fully awake. Trying to turn, to lift herself, she couldn’t. Panic overtook her, arms and legs frantically pulled at the unseen bonds. “What is…?” The words faded, hushed by the sense of a presence nearby. She shivered in the warm room, something mixing with her panic, an excitement she had only known in her dreams.

The tips of his fingers caressed the scarf around her ankle. “Hello beautiful one.” His voice was soft, but sure, deep in its tone. Her flesh felt like velvet as his touch moved up the inside of her calf, dancing over the back of her knee, along the muscle of her inner thigh, barely brushing the hair buried at her sex. “Just one more thing and we can begin.”

The touch froze her, enticed her. A heat began to well inside her that blazed hotter than the night air. Reflexively her mound shifted under his touch, his words reaching her ears. A strong arm slipped under her groin, lifting her effortlessly as the pillow under her head was removed and replaced beneath her, raising her hidden treasures to view. “Oh! Please, what are you doing? Who are you?” She squirmed, writhed, trying to crawl away.

He chuckled, slipping onto the bed, running the length of his body just above hers, reveling as her movement brushed against the hair on his flesh. Tenderly he bent, kissing her neck. “I am your dream. I am the one come to claim you. I will be your Master.”

The feel of his body above her sparked an arousal deep within, her pussy twitching, creamy milk seeping from the inner walls. Then, the words, taunting, piercing her, until she heard the word ‘Master.’ “No,” groaned out of her, breathlessly. “Never Master, I won’t,” but her heart quickened, betraying her.

“Are you so sure?” he smiled, easing up onto his knees between her parted legs. A finger trailed down her spine, teased the beginning of the crack leading to her dark whole. Two fingers parted the swell of her ass while his other hand trailed its length, the tip of his index finger circling the opening of her anus, watching the rim jump in surprise, anticipation. Pressing softly, wiggling the knuckle against the tight opening, he laughed, before moving further down to part the lush labia, stroke the soft hair. “So lovely, so fresh. Mmmm. I think you will.” Finding the nub of her clit, he circled it, brushing just the tip, delighting in how it grew toward the fire of his skin.

Biting her lip, eyes squeezing shut, she tried to fight the sensations. Her head moved from side to side in defiance. Unable to deny the pleasure, her body pulsed, hips rose to his touch. Her nectar flowed, trickling from her as her clit hardened. “No, I can’t.” she sobbed.

“You can, and you will, my love, my girl.” Returning to the clenched hole of her ass, he slipped a finger in firmly, down to the first knuckle, then paused waiting for her to catch her breath. His wrist turned, first to the left, then to the right, letting the warmth of her penetrate through it.  A tremor of the sphincter hugged him, relaxed. His finger entered her fully, bending and straightening, easing back out to the tip.

The shock rang up her spine, exploded in her mind. Never had she felt the mingling of pain and pleasure that took hold of her. A groan escaped her as her body clenched. He teased her, kissed her hips, relaxed her into trust, then pushed, taking her breath away as he entered her ass fully only to pull out again. The next thrust held two fingers. They impaled her, held perfectly still until the pleasurable spasm subsided. The fingers parting inside her, she felt herself spread, opened… the two fingers twirling, as he turned his wrist again from side to side.  Her mind reeled, unable to process the intensity of the feeling. “Oh, my God. Please.”

His eyes flashed, his free hand slide to her lips, dipped into her pussy, feeling its wetness. “Almost my love,” he chuckled. “I need you to want it fully.”

Continuing, his fingers pumped in and out, measuring the resistance of her anus. When none remained, a smile crossing his face, his hand slid away, hips rose, the tip of his cock caressed her wet lips. Quickly his cock moved up and took its prize, spreading her wide as he entered the deep heat of her hole. A low growl slipped from his chest, the only hint to the pleasure that hit him. Arms wrapping around her thighs, strong fingers digging into her flesh, he lifted her, pushing the shaft deep to its hilt, “Wonderful, girl.”

She shuddered, loosing herself into the pleasure of it all, but it stopped, leaving her breathless. A new sensation, teasing her labia, sliding along her wetness… pressure… pain; then her mind exploding as the shaft pierced her darkness, her ass raging in a blaze of pleasure.

Her body slid along the sheets, forward and back, with his thrusts. Voice failed her, her fingers gripping and releasing the air, the pain carrying her mind to new heights. Breasts scraped, the nipples hardening to an aching erection. The head of his cock thrilled her pussy, through the thin membrane. Juice poured from her, slickening her lips, her clit throbbed, screamed to be touched. His cock twitched in her, pulsed, grew, tearing her in two. She wanted to scream but, it felt too marvelous, intoxicating her.

Savagely he tore into her. His fingers found there way around to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing in answer to their hardness. The tiny pebbles of her nipples called to him, he replied with a stern pinch, twirling them between his fingers as he felt her body shudder in reply.

Frenzied, her hips rose in sync with his stride. Each press of her nipples shot through her belly deep into her vagina, causing a ripple of ecstasy. The wave building in her, the orgasm cresting, and he felt it. He knew.

Just before she could release, when that first grip of her cunt tried to wrap itself around the cock head that was not there…he stopped. Sitting back, the moonlight shining down on her sex, he watched, waited, knew she would fold. Lightly, he played the tip of his penis against the swollen lips, their puckering delighting him. “You want it. You know you do. Simply say the word to me, and it’s yours.”

She sobbed. Need burned in her. Hysterically she struggled against the binds that held her, hips bucking, trying to impale herself on the warm hilt of his cock as it taunted her. Gasping, she begged, “Please, dear God, do stop now, please. I need it, need you.”

“Who am I, girl. Tell me, say it to me,” came the words softly in her ear, as the heat of his body engulfed her, the head of his cock pressing against her opening.

Piteously, she groaned, her voice cracking. “Please…Master.”

Before the last syllable had left her lips, he impaled her with all the passion he had held back. His muscles gripping unmercifully as his cock pushed deep, parting the way to her womb. His lips found her neck, suckled and bit, claiming its prize as the second thrust tore into her drenched channel. The third thrust carried both over the edge, into that abyss of pleasure. Riding her till she fell, limp and spent, his cum mingling with hers, oozing out over their spent forms, her submission filled his very being.

Tenderly, he kissed her shoulder as he untied her wrists, now still from exhaustion. His tongue trailed down her body, over her smooth bottom, along the rise and fall of her slender legs and lingered, tasting the veil of sweat on her flesh, as he unfastened her ankles.

He stood, motionless, at the end of the bed, admiring his sleeping beauty. “Such a good girl, I will see you soon,” he whispered, then turned, leaving as quietly as he came, to let her slumber and dream and wonder.