The Dream

[Ownedfyre (mm1)]

She wanted him to come to her but did not know when it would happen. He broke in through an unlocked window. He stepped onto the floor and removed his shoes to avoid making any sounds as he crept through the house. She was sleeping in her soft bed, wearing only a sheer white gown, her lucious hair flowing across the pillow. He stepped quietly into the room, awaiting just the right moment to make her aware of his presence. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breath, her lips parted as if she were dreaming of something erotic and forbidden. The very thought of her struggles and moans made him harder than ever as he anticipated the fight. He reached over her, grabbing the covers and pulling them back in one quick move, startling her awake. Her eyes flew open and she struggled to make sense of what was happening as she was ripped from sleep. He was on her in an instant, gripping her wrists in his powerful hands and holding her down. He took both wrists in one hand, holding them over her head, and with the other he viciously tore her gown open from top to bottom, freeing her for his viewing pleasure. Her breath was fast, her heart racing. She gathered air to scream and his response was a punishing, crushing kiss as he ground into her with his hardness. As he pulled away from her mouth, she felt the coldness of the blade against her throat. Then she heard the low, menacing whisper in her ear, telling her not to make a sound. He held the knife at her throat with one hand while he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants with the other. Her eyes widened in fear as she took in the sheer size of him. She whispered to him, pleading with him not to hurt her. In response, he took her nipple into his mouth, biting and pulling with his teeth. Before she could protest, he flipped her onto her stomach, holding her around the waist and pulling her back to him. He put his hand between her legs and she gasped and tried to buck him off or pull away, but it was no use. He was too strong. He laughed, a low, dark sound that made her tremble. But from fear, or something else? He guided his cock to her opening and brutally thrusted into her, causing her to scream. He thrusted hard and fast, then took it long, slow and deep. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her body betraying her to him. As he fucked her, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, his hand going around her throat to hold her. She could not stop the moans that escaped her lips. She began meeting his thrusts as if she could not help herself. Then he slowed to a stop and pulled out of her. She lay gasping on the bed, waiting for him to decide what would happen next. He told her to sit up, but slowly. He still held the knife as he told her to get on her knees and suck his cock. She hesitated and the blade was immediately at her throat. Her mouth had been dry with fear, but now it was beginning to water at the sight of his hard beautiful cock. She began to lick it up and down, taking it in her mouth slowly and sucking hard. His head flew back and he moaned. His hand was in her hair, pulling it and guiding her as she licked, sucked and feasted on his cock. She looked up at him and her eyes met his as he watched her. She continued her ministrations with enthusiasm. He decided the time had come to take what it was he had really come for. He pulled away from her mouth reluctantly and instructed her to bend over the edge of the bed. He pulled her legs apart as far as he could and began to lick her slit. Long, slow licks from front to back. She was helpless to resist. She could barely stand, and she leaned all her weight onto the bed as he continued his divine torture.Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he stood and she felt the tip of his cock at her ass. He rubbed it along her slit, back and forth, wetting it with her juices. Then he put his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her ass. She felt pain, then a building madness as he thrust deeper and deeper into her ass. She wanted to cum so badly. He brutally fucked her, telling her that she belonged to him and no other, and he would take what was his. She could only moan in response. Her hand traveled down to her clit and she began to rub it as his cock moved faster and faster in her ass. They moved together, building until he thrust hard and deep, yelling his triumph over her body as she screamed her release . She fell upon the bed, exhausted and sore, in a trance. He fell upon her, unable to move away as they caught their breath. She must have fallen asleep, because she woke with the morning light coming into her room. She was in her bed, under the covers, no sign of him anywhere. Was it a dream? Then she moved and felt the soreness between her legs, the cut on her neck and the pain in her wrists. Her heart quickened as she bolted from her bed, naked. She looked all around the room, searching for a sign that he was still there. Her eyes stopped at the dresser. There, on the top, was a black rose tied with a black ribbon. She felt the wetness already renewing itself between her legs at the reminder. He would return. She knew not when. But she knew she would be his again.