Dreams and Desires (12 page)

Raijamoon felt the woman's urge to flee and her desperate unhappiness. He knew they would soon pass. He spread the cream liberally over and inside the tight hole and then presented his rampant cock to it. Placing his hands on the woman's buttocks, parting her cheeks, he let his energy flow into her. Immediately, her body relaxed, her tenseness ebbed away. The ring of flesh between her buttocks, which had contracted and tightened at his approach, loosened and relaxed. He pressed the head of his cock forwards slowly, enjoying the pressure of the small circle of flesh on his shaft. The woman moaned with pleasure and pain as his thick piece scraped across the ring, stretching it to its extreme. He reached around her torso and took hold of her breasts, caressing them, emitting signals of warmth and pleasure to them as he eased himself deeper and deeper. Her bowels transmitted a murky warmth to his cock, a strange, exhilarating contrast to the tightness of the entrance. When his penetration reached its apogee, he moaned with delight. He would not let the female deny this experience to him, he thought. It was wildly exciting and pleasurable. He transmitted his approval of her obedience and compliance to the woman and he heard her moan with pleasure. When he began to draw his cock back and forth over the rim of her rear orifice, the woman's body shuddered.

Once the discomfort of the man's invasion has passed, Kelly let the waves of pleasure roll through her body. She arched her back and spread her legs wider to ease the man's penetration. She could feel her pussy burn with lust as he slowly, deliberately plowed her ass. Her breasts felt afire with the feverish energy that passed through the man's hands. He was possessing her as no man ever had. He was bringing her a form of bodily delight she had never fathomed. A part of her was shamed by her enjoyment of this deviant form of intercourse, but she had no will to fight it. She knew she would never again try to refuse this use of her body to the man. She felt that it was his right to possess her at any time and in any way he wanted. She had innocently thought she was the owner of his handsome, desirable flesh. But it was he that owned her, he that controlled her pleasures and desires. She would serve him willingly in any way he wished.

When the dream man came, Kelly came too. Her pussy pulsed and contracted and she howled her pleasure in the shower chamber, her voice echoing off of the glass and tile walls. Her body was still being pummeled by the hot stream of water from the shower and the steam around her made her feel her body had entered a strange, new plane. The man grunted his pleasure as his semen washed into her bowels. When he was done, he leaned against her for a moment, caressing her breasts softly.

The man afterwards washed himself clean. He then poured shampoo onto her head and washed her hair. His hands massaged her scalp gently, making her sigh with pleasure. He made sure all of the strands of her long, reddish brown hair were covered with suds. He rinsed her hair thoroughly, added crème rinse and then rinsed it again twice.

Kelly's captor crouched in the shower while she returned the favor. Her body was warm with satisfaction at her pleasing of the man. She cleaned his hair with all the love and caring she could give it. She was glad she was fully opened to him, glad he had brought her to pleasure there. The small orifice he had entered still reverberated with the echo of his presence. Her reticence and momentary revolt against him was all but forgotten. When she had finished rinsing his long, black locks for the third time, she crouched down behind him and pressed her body to his, circling his torso with her arms and kissing his neck.

The man dried her body with a large soft towel. He brushed the tangles from her hair and even used the hair drier to remove the dampness. She happily did his. Her body felt warm and refreshed. She brushed her teeth and handed him an unopened package containing a new, fresh toothbrush she had bought the other day and he followed her example. She showed him how to bind her now dried hair into a ponytail behind her back. When he had done it, he turned her body around and gave her a deep, soulful kiss. She ran her hands over his broad, strong shoulders and arms as she pressed her body against him.

When they parted, he retrieved the cord which had bound her wrists behind her for most of the day. Her joy turned bitter when she saw it in his hands and she took a tiny step back from him. She didn't want to be tied. Her shower with him had been an idyllic, liberating interlude. She had felt, for a little while, like a willing, almost equal partner with the strange man.

Kelly's visitor saw and felt her disappointment and sorrow at the prospect of being bound again. It was a sure sign his work with her was not yet complete. Her very thought that she had a right to the use of her body in any way other than as he desired it proved the need for her confinement. He placed his hand on her head and sent her a strong message of her need to obey him, to serve him, coupled with a small signal of punishment for her effrontery.

Kelly felt the man's energy pass through her. She remembered at once her duty to him even as the sensation of his displeasure caused her body suddenly to cringe and ache. Her physical misery lasted only a few seconds, but her sorrow at disappointing him caused it to echo throughout her after it passed. She was ashamed she had made him angry. She recognized her punishment as deserving. She started to cry. She had spoiled it. She looked at him despondently. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she would obey him, that she existed only to serve him. She was afraid he would leave, abandon her. Her lips trembled. What had happened to her that she needed him so? She didn't even know who he was, where he had come from, his name? She was a respected scientist, a self determined, free woman. And yet every pore of her body felt drawn to this man's flesh, to his will. She felt like she should fall to his feet and beg his forgiveness.

The dream man saw his familiar's acute discomfort and unhappiness. It was unfortunate she needed to be punished, but he saw she had benefited from it. He sensed there would be other bumps and detours along the road to her ultimate submission. He caressed her breast with his hand as a sign of his forgiveness for her sin. Her face calmed as her body received his warm, comforting energy. She wiped the tears away from her face with her fists and gave him a little smile. He urged her with a motion of his head to turn around and she complied happily. She presented her crossed, delicate, pale wrists behind her back and he tied them off.

The dream man led Kelly directly from the bathroom to the bedroom. She watched patiently as he reassembled the bed into proper order. Their seemingly endless bouts of passion on it had scattered the sheets, pillows and comforter all over. When the bed had been made, he seemed to have an intuitive understanding at how to do it, he drew back the covers and had her lay face down on the mattress, her head on a pillow at the head of the bed. She felt him bind her ankles together and then raise them to join them with her wrists. It was a loose, comfortable tie that left her able to draw her feet some distance from her hands.

He left her there for a few moments while he made his rounds of the small house, extinguishing lights, checking the door and windows. When he returned, he pushed her to her side so she would be facing him. He turned off the small table lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness, climbed in the bed and, before drawing the sheets up over their bodies, ran his hands over her proffered breasts and belly.

Kelly felt oddly secure and comfortable in her bindings. She rationalized he would not confine her so if she were not important to him. She felt pleased to have succumbed to his will for her. When darkness fell in the room, she sensed her dream man bring his body close to hers. She welcomed his hands on her body, reveling at his touch. When he drew the sheet and the heavy comforter over them both, she let her body and mind relax. In a very short while, she was asleep.

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The morning, at first, brought to Kelly a continuation of the previous day's idyll. When she awoke, the drapes to her bedroom were still drawn closed and the emerging sign of day glowed through them, illuminating the room with a soft, diffused light. The clock was behind her on the dresser and she could not turn to see what time it was, but she guessed it was about 7:30 or so.

She had been startled for a moment on her awakening by the fact of her bound hands and legs, but when she saw the sleeping form of the man before her, it had all come back to her. She immediately felt a deep, almost painful longing for him. He was lying on his stomach, his powerful arm crooked under the pillow, his face turned away from hers. His long, jet black hair lay across his broad back. The quilt that covered them both reached just up to a few inches from his shoulders and she could see the form of his tall, heavy body underneath it. “What a pleasing picture we make,” Kelly thought, ironically. “A scene of domestic bliss.” For although she was helplessly bound, her body too was concealed under the covers and all an observer would see was a man and woman in bed, the man sleeping, the woman lovingly casting her eyes on his form.

Something had happened to her in the night, she felt. She had had intense, disturbing dreams, mostly involving her strange visitor. In one, she had been lying on her back in a huge bed with her arms affixed to the headboard as they had been a number of times the day before. Her legs were spread, her vulva open and yearning. A crowd of people surrounded the bed in which she picked out her mother, Adele, the girls from the lab, an old boyfriend or two and numerous strangers whose faces she could not make out. The man stood at the foot of the bed, naked, with his manhood rampant. He was speaking some foreign tongue. Not Spanish, as she might have anticipated, but a language whose guttural sounds and variable pitches and tones seemed other worldly. And although she could not decipher the words, if they were words, she knew he was addressing her, ordering her to prepare her body for him. Her pussy began to burn and its juices started to flow as if on command. Her nipples became taut and her skin began to tingle with delight. She raised her hips in invitation to the tall, brooding, dark haired man. As he began to approach her, climbing on the bed from its foot, crawling across the sheets, she became aware of the crowd of people staring at her, judging her. But as unhappy as she was at their disapproval and contempt for her need, she could only react by spreading her thighs wider, hungry for the man to fill her.

Kelly awoke from this dream with a start, panicked. Darkness covered the room like a sea of black ink. She frantically tugged and strained at her bonds. Her eyes tried to pierce the blackness. She was desperately afraid the man had abandoned her. Then she heard the telltale sound of his deep, regular breathing. She almost broke into tears at her relief. She edged her face closer to his body so she could feel the heat rising from it. The man stirred, as if he had sensed her discomfiture. His hand reached out and caressed her hip and thigh. She felt a wave of reassurance pass through her and she went back to sleep.

This had been the most disturbing of her dreams. The others, from what she could recall, involved her standing in the mist her lover had arrived in. She was looking across the field which the man had floated across and the mist kept rolling in steadily towards her body. When it reached her, her body seemed to absorb it. Somehow, she felt she was receiving energy from another world, acting as a conduit for it to enter hers, a depository, perhaps. It was strange, as if it was filled with some highly energized substance intended for the man that she would transfer to him when he awakened.

Kelly watched as the man's head turned in his sleep. His face became visible to her and she took the opportunity to study his peaceful features. He had a long, strong nose and wide apart, large eyes. His eyebrows were black and full and tapered off to within an inch of each other above his nose. His lips were full and manly. His chin was strong. She noticed he had grown a forest of tiny black whiskers on his face. She made a note she would have to shave him. Since there hadn't been a man around her house for a long, long time, he would have to use the razor she used on her legs.

The man's eyes fluttered and his tongue darted out across his lips. “What does a dream man dream about?” Kelly thought. Was he dreaming of her? Of his other world? Did he have any consciousness of a time before appearing in her bed, his hot prick immersed in her fevered slit? The scientist in her yearned for information, answers. Her legs unconsciously tried to stretch out to their full length and she felt the tug of the rope that connected her ankles to her wrists tighten and pull on her hands. It was a stark reminder of the fact he had decided to keep her bound and helpless, that he controlled her, owned her in some way. It sent a shiver of lust through her to think about it. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lower lip as she felt her passion for him commence to rise. Her body yearned for contact with him, her hands yearned to touch him, her voids craved to be filled. But she dared not wake him. Her life now, she realized, would be ruled by what he wanted, what he needed.

But how would that work out? She had a career, a laboratory she was responsible for. There were people in her life, people she was obliged to like Adele and the young girls who worked for her. And then there was her project itself. She didn't want to abandon it for a life of blissful slavery to this man. At the same time, however, she never wanted to lose the feeling of belonging and of being needed the man gave her. When she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the energy passing between their bodies as if they were joined somehow. When she concentrated on it, her mind was flooded with a sense of well being and happiness she could not explain.

If only the man would awaken and fill her once more. She had so much she wanted to give him that she felt like her body was set to explode. She knew that when his essence flowed within her it would wash away all of her concerns for anything but him. His radiant cock sent electrical charges through her which made her feel in total communion with his will. The orgasms he brought her left her in a state of utter contentment and calm.