I had a dream about you last night as I slept naked in silky red sheets. We’ve never met, but I knew your face nonetheless, and in the dim surreal land where dreams live, I saw it. As is often the case with dreams, the rules of reality bent and twisted in the strange world of my sleep’s weaving, leaving you the only anchor that tethered me. When I woke, a fine film of sweat covering my body, I felt the heat of desire and a sense of comfort from how near I had come to you. 

~

I enter the dream on a wintery New York Street in a gothic looking neighborhood. Snow is falling around me, large cotton balls swirling out of the sky. I’m standing under the glow of a street lamp shivering in a silky white negligee. The cold invades my senses with an icy shock, provoking shivers throughout my lean frame. 

This place is dark, the world a dim dreamscape save for the light of the street lamps that sparkles on the snow. The houses seem to be not houses at all but merely shadows of houses. Despite the deserted look of the buildings, the sidewalk is not empty. I watch as stoic faces pass by, none of them stopping or acknowledging the strangeness of myself in this place dressed like this.

As the snow lands on me, it melts, sucking my heat and making the silky fabric over my skin wet. I wrap my arms around my torso like a python and start walking. A foreboding sense of despair grips me as I weave my way through the unfeeling forms. What is this place? My mind repeats on a loop as it searches for an explanation. Tears rise to the edges of my vision. It’s too cold. I can’t be here. I want to crumple down into myself, but the sidewalk, wet and scattered with snow, is a terrible choice. Another person bumps me from behind and I close my eyes, letting the salty water of my tears flow in trails that turn from warm to frigid almost instantly. 

The man tilts his head up, and my breath catches as your face comes into focus. Everything else blurs as I rush toward you, my eyes locked with yours. You smile, a smile that feels warm to me in this unfamiliar world. Sobs of relief wrench themselves from me, echoing out into the night.  

I’m standing in front of you now,  shivering and crying tears of relief. Your hands reach up,  one to each of my tightly crossed elbows.  Your touch is gentle, yet pure fire on my skin. My body greedily drinks up your heat. Wrapping your hands around my back, you pull me to your chest.  I lean in, resting my forehead on you, still crying. 

“There, there baby girl” you say.  “You’re safe now.”

“I’m so cold,” is all I manage through these excessive tears and shivers that won’t stop. Your arms hold me tight, letting some of your warmth into my body.  Tipping my head up, I look into your deep eyes. 

“It’s you,” I say. You respond with another smile.  You lower your mouth and kiss my forehead, and I close my eyes as your kiss washes across my senses.  Your lips are a brand on my iced skin; the steam of your breath singes me with longing for you.  My sense of despair abates and my tears dissipate. The world around falls off leaving your lips and the warmth of your chest the only thing left. 

You step back, and I open my eyes. We’re no longer outside.  I look around at the ornate walls of a large room. Vaulted ceilings and carved wooden furniture with red cushions greet my eyes.

“How I’ve wanted you here in this place for so long, Lila” you say, your face a mixture of concern for the way I’m still shivering and primal desire apparent in the way your eyes wash across me. 

“Your wet gown is keeping you cold” you say as you bring your hands up to slide the straps off my shoulders. Inch by inch, you lower the silky fabric to the floor around my bare feet. The water on my skin catches the firelight.  My nipples are at full attention from the cold and from the sensations of pleasure your hands made as they slid down my sides.  

“Stand by the fire while I draw you a bath,” your strong voice whispers into my ear, and I know that you’re going to take care of me. For the first time since entering this nightmarish dream, heat starts to rise up in my body. Waves of warmth dance out from the fire, evaporating the remaining moisture from my skin. I’m still cold, but the shivering is lessening. I can hear the sound of water running while my eyes wander up from the flames to the mantel where a pair of leather gloves and a flogger are carefully laid out. 

The brush of your hand on my elbows calls my attention. You’re standing behind me. 

“Is this where you live?” I ask as I turn to face you.  

“Every time I imagine all the things I want to do to you, Lila,  this is the place I see us in. 

I look around the room. The large carved pillar bed is plush with fur blankets and textured pillows. An opulent chandelier hangs above the bed, dropping down from a vaulted ceiling; its plentiful crystals reflect patterns of light onto the blankets and floor. 

There are other details that catch my eye, a metal ring attached to the wall by a bolt, a riding crop, a pair of handcuffs. 

“What have you imagined doing to me here?” I ask as my eyes take everything in. 

“I’ve imagined an infinite number of ways I can make you moan out. Sometimes that takes the form of massaging you while you relax in an aromatic bath,” you say nodding toward the large soaking tub where delicate ribbons of steam are wafting upwards.  “Other times I’ve imagined driving my dripping cock into you sensually between the sheets of that bed,” you continue; both our gazes wander to it. 

“And the whips and restraints?” I ask.

“Sometimes,” you say, moving closer to slide a hand slightly down my arm, “I imagine situations in which you allow me to teach you the raw pleasure that is hidden in the sharp sensations of pain.” You reach up and tuck back a strand of my hair. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Tonight I’m going to take care of you,” you whisper into my ear, and I lean into you. 

“I feel safe here, with you,” I say. Reaching a finger under my chin, you pull my lips up toward yours, and we kiss. You smell of a wintery pine forest, rugged and strong, yet sweet. Your taste rolls across my tongue like a candy as our bodies, for the first time, sample each other. 

Eventually, you pull back and swoop one arm under my knees, lifting me up. The move takes me by surprise, and I smile as you carry me across the room to release my legs into the bath. 

Steam, carrying with it faint whips of jasmine and rose, dance upward to caress my pussy with moist warmth. I let my body slide down into the water,  feeling its embrace drive the last bit of cold from my body. A sigh of relief escapes the slight openness of my lips as I lean my head back into the curved side of the porcelain.  

“Join me,” I say, wanting you close, wanting to feel you in this oversized tub. I watch, as you remove your jacket and unbutton your shirt. As each piece of clothing is removed, revealing more and more of your body, anticipation tingles my senses.   

As you step into the bath, I look up at your towering body. Your cock is hard from the desire heating your blood. 

“Wait,” I say as you start to sit. “I want to admire you.” I don’t vocalize it, but my fingers want to taste the vibrations coming off your skin. I sit up from my reclined position and let my hands find your feet in the water.  I rub them for a moment before sliding them up your legs,  massaging and feeling your strength. My deep, kohl-lined eyes, eyes that sparkle desire, watch you while I lean in and kiss your thighs. The sound of pleasure that you make as I reach a hand up to brush across your cock vibrates through me.  

“Can I taste you?” I ask, and the gentle placement of your hand on the back of my head is my answer. My hair sinks deep into the water as my head tilts up to take you into my mouth. A trail of arousal is glistening from your tip, and I lick it up before surrounding you.  Your taste, salty and perfect, makes my mouth water for more. 

I indulge myself in you, letting my hands slide up your chest before coming back down to hold the base of your cock as I suck and slurp you. With each bob of my head, I can hear you moan, and the slippery film of desire coating my pussy grows thicker.

One last moan escapes your mouth before you place a hand around my throat and softly but firmly push me back.

“Relax, Lila,” you say as you put my head to rest on the tub’s edge and then drop into the water. Our legs entangle..

A peaceful calm washes over me, and my eyes flicker shut, leaving my mind to focus on the way your hands are sliding sensually and slowly up and down my legs. You’re teasing me, awakening sensations as each time you reach just a tiny bit higher. In my mind’s eye, your touch is a glowing light. 

My lips part an inch, and a small moan escapes my mouth. The way your hands graze the tops of my thighs without actually touching these swollen lips is torture, yet pure pleasure. 

“Touch me,” I whisper, but your only response is a low laugh as your hands continue their incomplete exploration of me. I growl at you, the need to have you inside burning my thoughts.   

“Say please and ask daddy nicely, or I’ll punish you instead,” you retort at my growl while squeezing my thighs firmly,  showing me the strength your hands possess. 

“Please,” I moan out as I arch my body into your grip.  

“Please, is not specific, baby girl. Tell me what you want exactly,” you say. 

“I want you to touch my pussy and enter me with your fingers,” I say with submission, hopeful that it will deliver to me the sensations of your fingers sliding across the delicate pink skin within me. 

Leaning over me,  you whisper “Good girl,” before simultaneously nipping my earlobe and letting your finger slide across my clit. 

“Mmmm” I moan out in a deep tone as I bite my lip. “More!” 

“What, baby girl?” You correct me. 

“Please, Daddy. I need more.” Finally, your fingers slide between my lips. They explore the curves of my folds and tease my opening. Ruthlessly, you still don’t enter me. Instead, your fingers work rhythmically in a pattern that with each repetition awakens sensations and builds my craving for you.

It isn’t until you have me moaning without restraint and pushing into you that you finally dip into me, but even still you tease me.  You pause only one knuckle deep, watching with satisfaction as the need builds within my eyes. Only then, when I’m lying vexed and fully frustrated do you satiate my craving for you. 

You sink deep into my swollen pussy and skillfully touch my G-spot, while not forgetting to let your palm slide pressure across my clit with each thrust of your hand. 

“Fuck!” I moan out. “Goddamn, I want more of you!” 

My breath catches as I focus on how much I love what you’re doing to me. Each thrust of your hand builds tension in my body. Then, there it is deep within, that ember of pleasure sparking and steadily growing into a flame with the desire I feel toward you, toward your touch. 

“Don’t cum yet!” you command, breaking my focus. 

“What?” I breathe out, climax starting to possess me.  

“Just as I said; hold it,” you order. I obey, but your request is not an easy one to follow. You’ve slowed the pace of your fingers, but you haven’t stopped, and your movements are singeing me with desire. 

“Oh, but baby, fuck! It feels so good,” I moan out as I push myself deeper onto your fingers. 

“No!” You say while mercilessly brushing your thumb across my glowing clit. 

“Hmmm,” I protest deeply, but I obey, holding myself at this edge, an edge where every touch is electric. 

“I can’t,” I moan in protest. 

“Obey, Lila” you counter. 

“Fuck!” 

I watch, panting, as you raise your free hand out of the water and snap your fingers twice. Almost instantly footsteps sound coming down the stairs toward us. I tilt my head toward them, the distraction a momentary reprieve from the battle between my body and my obedience.  

A butler enters my vision. He’s dressed in the role to the T. In his left hand, he’s holding a silver dish with a dome lid, the kind you always see in movies.  

“Patrick, my guest here needs restraints.” 

“Of course sir,” the butler responds to you before setting down the tray on a nearby end table. He opens the lid,  revealing a red set of shiny and leathery objects,  some of which I recognized and some I don’t.  

“I’m not even moving,” I counter as my eyes focus on the shiny ball gag in the center.  

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” you say,  and the butler chuckles. The ball gag is the first to be placed on me by Patrick’s white gloved hands. For some odd reason, it tastes of cinnamon. I resist at first, this restraining of my already surrendered body, but then I relax and let the experience take me to where you want it to. 

I rest my head back on the porcelain and watch as Patrick uncoils several lengths of red rope. I hadn’t noticed before, but around the tub are golden hooks, positioned upside down. 

As you step out, Patrick puts a plush robe on you and then hands you one of the ropes. With a gentle touch, you lift one of my legs out of the water to rest it open on the edge of the tub. With the rope, you skillfully attach my leg to the tub making a corseted pattern of rope up the length of my calf. You repeat the same action with my other leg, leaving me utterly open. You bind my wrists, and with one look at Patrick, a long golden chain and large hook lower from somewhere above me. You attach my wrists to it, keeping them at eye level.  

My body is now disconnected from my own control. You’ve done this before. I want to say at your expertise in the art of restraining a woman, but I remember that not even my voice is my own to use at this moment. 

The last thing to be placed on me is a blindfold, tightly tied over my eyes by Patrick. This consolidation of my senses to touch, sound, and smell is surprisingly arousing. My nerves are vibrating with anticipation. 

I can feel the warmth of the water and the cool of the air on my exposed legs, yet there is nothing else. The room has gone silent, and your hands have vanished. I wait for something to ease this longing for touch, but it doesn’t come. Minutes pass in this empty space, my skin alert with wanting, yet waiting is my only option. 

But then it comes to me, faint at first, the beautiful scent of rose mixed with musk. It’s sweet and erotic, and for minutes, I dwell on it, letting it consume me. In my mind, I imagine an orgy under the moonlit sky that twinkles above a garden of roses. A tetris of bodies writhes in an undulating field of sex under the soft rays of light that waft down from the moon.

My attention is brought back to the moment when the Weekend’s sultry Fifty Shades of Grey song “Earned it” captures my ears. The slow and sensual tones of his voice followed by the punctuated rhythm bring my anticipation to a fever.

“Good girl,” I hear your voice say. You’re standing behind my head. Your fingers wrap firmly around my neck as your lips plant onto my mouth over the gag. You pull back, leaving me craving for more. There is a pause before the sharp sting of a flogger burns across my right leg, unexpectedly. It hurts, but underneath the hurt is a vibrating sense of aliveness. My body zings with pleasure while my mouth attempts a whimper. I pull against my restraints at this unexpected punishment wanting to be free of this helpless state, yet at the same time wanting more. 

While I’m still processing the whip and the mixed feelings it brought, your mouth encloses warmly around my big toe. It’s a tight gentle sensation that sends warmth and reassurance up my leg. You release my foot, and I feel again the sharp cut of the flogger across my other leg. 

Next, I feel your hand, gently caressing up my arm until you are once again at my head. Your lips land on my forehead; your breath is moist and warm. 

“In this place, baby girl, you’re mine,” you say with control, but under that control, I can hear the savage cries of a beast clawing to break free. 

The water shifts around me as you reenter the tub. Your hands find my thighs and caress them, once again teasing me. 

“I know you love your thighs rubbed, Lila. I pay attention to what you write,” you say. I moan out at your voice, at your hands, at all these sensations taking over my mind. Once again, you tease my clit, not yet entering me. But this time, my body is beyond aroused. Every touch makes me moan. If I weren’t gagged, I’d be my own orchestra of female bliss. 

“That’s it, baby girl.” You say. “I like you helpless like this, purring like a kitten for me.” 

You enter me with two fingers thrusting me toward that edge. Your fingertips are fire burning a path toward pleasure deep within me. I hear the fingers of your other hand snap twice, and the gag is removed from my mouth.  

“Gods! I’m going to cum all over your hand!” I cry out to you, harnessing the voice you just returned to me. 

It grows,  burning through my belly until I cry out as a million sparks fly through my body, akin to the dance of flames in a night sky when a thick chunk of wood is tossed onto a glowing fire. 

“Fuck!!!” I scream, as my breath spells climax in the Morse Code of the body as I set free that most primal part of my being. 

~

The world once again tilts, and together we fall through space. My restraints are gone, and I wrap my arms and legs around you. We land on a bed of furs, the water from the bath splashing on stone around us. For long moments, we kiss, pressing our lips tight, the water on our bodies turning to steam.

As we come up for air, I look at our surroundings. We’re in a rough cave, the kind of place you imagine prehistoric humans dwelling. A glimmering fire burns bright in a small outcropping against one wall. It snaps and sparks as it consumes the wood. Wax torches are burning around the space, creating a wild dance of light across the rough walls of this place. 

You growl above me, and our gazes lock. Whereas before, your eyes were a mask of control and power, in this place, your own primal instincts are taking over. Your look is that of ravenous hunger to fuck me, to infuse me with you here in this cave in the depths of this wild mountain. 

Your hands squeeze my thighs with strength while you spread me open and crouch between my legs. One long lustful lick of my pussy is all you take before tipping your head up to look at me, a wolf on the trail of its prey. In one smooth motion, you slide up and enter me, your precum mingling with my water the moment your crown pushes into my lips. You drive yourself into me as an icy wind whips into the cave and sparks the fire into a fury. 

I sink deeper into the furs as you grind your body deep into mine. We both moan into the night, our sounds echoing off the walls of this cave, this carnal lair of lust. We pant together as a wolf howls somewhere in the pine scented timber outside of this place; its cry is long and fierce. You roll us, placing me on top and gripping my ass with your hands. 

“Fuck me, your pussy is so fucking good!” You thunder at me as I ride you, sliding up and down on your cock with a hunger that only grows with each time I drop down onto you. This place has us wild with animal urges for each other. 

“You’re mine!” you moan at me as I ride you. In this place where I too have become wild, the thought of being claimed by you, possessed by you, does not bother me. We roll again, and I can feel your weight pressing me into these furs.

“I’m yours.” I say, turning my head to one side and brushing back my hair to expose my neck. As you press deep with your cock, you lean over and bite me hard on the neck. You hold me in your mouth as you continue to fuck me. Your teeth on my neck burn my blood and engorge my pussy even more. I surrender completely to you, and this surrendering has me on that edge once again. 

My breaths catch, and my moans fill this cave. You grunt into my neck as you take me, your own pleasure blooming within you. My legs are shaking as I cum, a scream calling out into the night to mingle with the cries of the timber wolves in this wilderness. My fingers dig into the furs as I arch into these deep sensations as your thrusts quicken. 

Your bite tightens on my skin as you shoot your cum deep into my cunt. When you release me, my neck bears the imprint of your teeth, a small trickle of blood trails from the corner where you broke my skin. 

We lay there for long moments breathing in each other’s breaths, processing this bonding that just happened between us. Your hand slides up and pins my own to the furs above my head. 

“Lila,” you rasp, exhaustion clearly visible in your eyes. Rolling onto your back, you pull me onto your chest. I close my eyes, feeling your warmth and listening to the fire and the wind that roars somewhere far outside this cave. You and this bond between us is the only thing in my world; everything else has been burned away. 

~

Sleep catches me and I drift for only a moment. I jolt, coming back to you, but I’m no longer in that wild world of pine scented forests. I’m in my bed, sweating, pussy dripping with lust. You’re not here with me, but somehow, I can still feel you. I can feel the ache of your teeth on my neck, and I fall back asleep with my hand on the place where you claimed me.