The Dream- Part 3 "Desire"

Final part of my dreams

There I lay, in his boxers n tee, just laying there..arms up above my head, the fan blocking out the sounds of the TV in my room. I close my eyes for 3 seconds and feel my body being lifted. When I open my eyes I find myself beside him, he doesn't know I'm there; only when he turns his body to hug the pillow does he feel me, feels the curves of my body against his. Of course he's confused...So am I...somehow my desire to see him, be able to touch him again...brought me to him. I...I say nothing to him, I'm beyond speechless right now. We're both paralyzed...what the f**k is going on here? Why am I here? Clearly my desire alone wasn't strong enough to bring me to you, you wanted me here just as badly as I did so tell me the truth; how did I get here? Could it be that spell I tried so long ago? But even that was half-willed...didn't have the right instruments. On to more pressing matters like HOW THE F**K DID I WIND UP IN YOUR LIVING ROOM?! Then again; its not like I didn't want to be there. He looks down at the timid, frail girl lying on the floor, I finally say something; obvious question: "how did I get here? Is this a dream, hopefully one I won't wake up from"

"Amanda...." God I love it when he says my name.
"Mandy...." Holy s**t this boy is a god unto me
"I dunno how the hell you got here; but don't go. Please''
''Of course I won't leave you; that want you suppressed inside ever since we broke up kept building. It called me... I finally realize how I ended up here'' How could I leave him like that? Of course I have no idea how to even get out of here, no money, no keys; f**k not even slippers I have on. I was just in the shower anyways. "Baby girl'' He always knew how to turn me on with his voice.
"I know what you want; because I want it too. Your lust....that yearning you have that you claimed you shut off...I can smell it, show me how bad you need me. Get rid of all that frustration you have... show me how truly bad you can be''
Maybe I shouldn't have said that : For every dare or every challenge; he gets me back 3fold...then again, what's wrong with that? And in that instant, he looks me up and down. I'm wearing the t-shirt he gave me...also the underpants I got from him too...This girl, who's so much shorter than him...mmmmm he always loved the submissive types...I lay there in wonder; what does he have in store for me?

We move to his bedroom...candles lit, he stands there, belt n tape in hand. Oh f**k what have I gotten myself into? Oh well... his eyes move to the high chair..the famed high chair....how well I remember it....as thin as he is he's strong enough to hold me against the wall, my legs wrapped round his hips. God, his tongue feels so good; running it along the lines of my neck; down to my chest. He knows my sensitive areas and he bites me...in each spot. I know how wild he gets when I nibble on his ears. It took him weeks to get him used to it and I remember how it drove him wild. I use my canines and bite his earlobe, he moans at the sensation...throws me to the floor (thank the gods there's a rug there cuz that would be fucked up) and makes me pay for challenging him. His tongue and hands go all over me, inside me; penetrating my soul. Then he straps me to the high chair, tapes my mouth shut and controls my tiny body. He makes me scream, even through layers of tape, working the straps to try gaining some freedom...I wanna hold him, wrap my legs around him once more....I feel him tearing me soul....dominating my every move.

Then he unstraps me from the high chair, hands behind my back, he positions me on the dresser. Here I am; bent over, dominated. God I love this. I look at his reflection; I see the look in his eyes... I've never seen that lust in his eyes before. Its much darker. There's that greed in his eyes. He holds on to my shoulder....eases inside me, that first motion brought me so much closer to losing myself. If he goes any harder I can't be held responsible for what happens. F**k; I spoke too soon. Gathering enough strength to break free from captivity, I turned around, pushed him on the bed and I start riding him, pushing him to the limits of his sexuality...payback for making me feel like this...and then we fight to the death. He wants control over me, I'm fighting to regain control of my body...not realizing that we're both on the verge of a spiritual climax....when he finally gets himself on top of me; he f***s me so hard I see the stars (really, its happened before) I feel my body shaking violently...arching up towards his lips, my tongue dances with his. He holds my bottom lip like he always does, and then...*explosions* he tells me he saw the fireworks. He saw the way my eyes looked in the moonlight, that sparkle whenever I start to tear up. "I love you" he whispers in my ear. He has no idea how it felt to hear him say that again. "I know you do, I know you never stopped....because I didn't stop either''
I wake up the next day, cradled in his arms... I hear him whispering "Have I told you how beautiful you are today?" The ritual. The way he made me fall in love with him everyday at 11am. "Who loves you baby?"
"You do"
"Why?"
"Because you make me happy"
"Never forget that"
"Always"
"Forever"
"I love you"