Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Dream SeXStoRY

She was dreaming again and she knew what was going to come. One minute she was working, trying to stay awake and keep the nightmares at bay. The next thing she knew she was in a room lit with firelight and waiting…for him. The air was sweet from scented candles; a storm outside moved the trees in a haunting rhythm. Everything was so sharp, so clear that for one brief moment Hanna thought that she was awake after all. But then, from out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shadows converge into the shape of a man. A frighteningly stunning man with long hair as black as night and eyes like an ocean storm. He moved with the skill of a predator and his gaze bore into her soul. Cold fear stole through her body as she watched him stalk her and she was paralyzed by her own terror. It was when she moved backward, away from him that that she finally noticed what she was wearing. She gasped as she saw herself in a gauzy material that banded around the tops of her breasts like a sleeveless dress and from that piece of material long strips of white fabric fell straight to the floor. The strips did nothing to hide her body, only gave a false sense of modicum. At a glance it gave the illusion of a dress, but when she moved, it revealed her body in tantalizing glimpses. Xander, her tormentor, was dressed all in black silk in contrast to her ensemble. She felt vulnerable and exposed, just as he meant her to. “Hello my love.” Came his hypnotic voice. It was warm velvet stroking bare skin and it drove a shaft of dread through her heart. “Alone at last. I’ve been waiting quite a while for you to exhaust yourself and come to me.” His huge, muscular body stopped before hers, and his hand rose to drag knuckles down her cheek and chin. Hanna shuddered at the contact, but could not pull away. Her thoughts raced as she tried to move, to speak, or to do anything that would awaken her from this nightmare but nothing happened. Helplessly, her eyes flew to his and she saw triumph on his face. “Nothing can keep me from coming to you my love.” His hand was cupping her face now, drawing her closer until she was held tightly to him. Hanna could feel his hard body and even harder arousal on her belly. His body was hot, like a fever and it burned her skin, stroked along her skin until she was trembling. His other hand parted the material of her garment to curve around her naked buttocks and pull her hips to his. Hanna gasped, but could do nothing to prevent him from touching her. “You are too fatigued to resist this time. You’re trapped here with me until I let you go.” His lush mouth came towards her, settling next to her ear. His breath was moist, his voice filled with bitter anger and desire. “And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go for a very long time Hanna. You are going to fulfill all my desires and even some of your own before I decide to free you.” With those words, his mouth took hers in fury and hunger. He was an expert at controlling her with his kiss. His lips and tongue ravaged hers, forcing her to comply. Hanna whimpered at his barely leashed control. She was drowning in his lust. She tried to turn her head, tried to fight him off but could not. She was at his mercy and under his power. “How I have wanted you just like this Hanna.” His lips and tongue trailed down the slender column of her throat slowly until he was near one of her nipples. His teeth briefly grazed one pebbled tip. She gasped. “I am going to do so many delicious things to you. I am going to make you come a hundred times in a hundred ways and by the time I am done you will know who is your master. That is your punishment for denying me Hanna – I am going to make you enjoy this.” His hands roamed over her roughly, plucking at her nipples, forcing her head back so he had better access to her neck and throat. Hanna moaned, not in pleasure she told herself. Deep in her heart she knew this was all in her mind, that he was only invading her dreams, not her body, but her head only knew the feel of his hands and mouth using her body against her will. From somewhere deep inside she felt her power rise from the depths and she locked onto it, using it as best as she could. “Stop!” she managed to get out and tried to push him away from her. But he was right; she was too weak from fighting for so long, and he was so strong. His hands moved, pushing her against the wall where she was pinned by his weight. His lips took up hers again and his hands imprisoned her wrists together and above her head. Twisting her head did not work to dislodge him. His lips were overwhelming. This was what she had been fighting against for so long that it was inevitable that she would finally fail. Xander’s anger, passion and hunger for her had at last worn down all her defenses and left her weak. His hand guided her leg to curl around his waist in a mockery of passion. His rough hand trailed over her smooth, soft skin. “That’s it Hanna, surrender. I am going to allow you to speak so I can drink all your sweet little cries. At first they will be in denial, but soon I will make you moan in pleasure with my hands and mouth and cock.” “No…please…” “Begging already? I thought you had more spirit. Close your eyes Hanna if it helps you, but I intend to have you.” he whispered in her ear. Gratefully, her eyes closed shutting out his beautiful, wicked face. She would resist as long as she could but she knew it was a losing battle. Already her body was heating up, tightening as his hands ran all over her skin as if he owned it. A long, hard shudder racked her body and a little sound escaped from her throat. It seemed only enticed him. Belatedly, Hanna realized that closing her eyes was a mistake; it sharpened and intensified each touch. “Beautiful Hanna. Your skin tastes as good as I have always imagined.” His fingers closed around her nipple and tugged hard enough to hurt a little. Again Hanna whimpered at the contact. “First, we have to make you good and wet. I cannot have you dry and hurting from my touch. I plan to use this luscious body again and again in as many ways possible so it behooves me to be gentle and give you a little taste of pleasure first now doesn’t it?” As he spoke his hand drifted down her body in soft strokes. His palm cupped her core, testing to see how wet she was. His fingers combed through her short curls to settle over her opening. Hanna tensed at the contact, knowing what he would find and hating herself for it. “Ah, what is this?” To her dismay she did feel a slick moistness. His sinful smile let her know that he was very happy to see how wet she already was. For him. His finger dipped in a little and Hanna almost let a moan out of her throat. Surprisingly, Xander did not try to penetrate her further but instead gently rubbed to get her used to his handling of her flesh. “Open your eyes.” He commanded. Hanna’s eyes opened and she not only saw, but also felt the deep burning of his gaze upon her face. As she watched, he raised his hand and licked the finger that had touched her wetness. His eyes closed in ecstasy and she heard him moan, as he tasted her essence. “Just as I imagined. You taste of honey.” His finger came out of his mouth wet with his own saliva and reached down to rub her again. Once more his hand rose to his mouth, sucking off her dewy essence but this time he f***ed the finger between her own lips and she had no choice but to suck on it, tasting herself - tasting…him. Black eyes glittered as he repeated the motion again and again, finally taking his finger, now wet with her juices and rubbing it over her lips like a balm. Before she could understand, his lips were fastened onto hers, taking the wetness, sucking on her lips and tongue. His hand moved to her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and anointing it with the dampness from inside her. Hanna tried to keep still, tried not to wiggle in his grip. His patient attention was beginning to wear her down and she wanted to fight him, not submit. Xander’s breathing was labored and harsh and so was Hanna’s. She tried to convince herself that it was from her anger and disgust at his use of her. She watched as he gathered himself visibly as if he could hear her thoughts. His eyes narrowed and he pulled back slightly. “So eager for me.” His voice was derisive. “I think it’s time to further your education. On your knees!” His hands were pushing her then, forcing her down onto her knees in front of him. She sank down, unable to defy him. He looked down at her from his great height and held her chin so she was looking back. The gossamer dress pooled around her feet on the floor like delicate silken petals plucked from their stalk. Her aroused nipples poked through the strands, exposed to his sight. “Take off my belt.” His cool authority told her that he would brook no resistance. Nevertheless, Hanna pulled her chin from his hand and slid back until her shoulders hit the wall behind her. “No.” she replied, calmer than she felt. Where the strength had come from she did not know, but she did not have much left. Xander’s black eyes flashed, but otherwise did not react. He just moved forward slightly, reclaimed her chin roughly and held on. “The belt Hanna. Now.” And this time she responded, had to. Her hands trembled as they rose up to fumble with the clasp on his leather pants. Slowly, she got her fingers to work without looking at her task and she heard rather than saw the leather slip open. She waited. “Pull it off and hand it to me.” Came his deceptively soft voice. Again, Hanna’s hands trembled but she reached up, took hold of the warm leather and pulled it through the loops until it was in her palms. She gathered it and handed it up to him. One hand took it from her and then he braced himself against the wall above her. “Very good. Do you know what I want next?” he asked, his words quiet yet potent. Hanna shook her head back and forth as best she could. His smile was smug. “I want you to take my cock out, put the head in your mouth and give it a kiss.” At his words Hanna shuddered. Not able to resist in her submissive position, her hands slipped into his pants and encountered hard steel encased in a warm sheath. Her hands gave a fierce start at the feel of him. As she slowly, carefully took him out she saw just how big and thick he was and her eyes widened. Oh god he was huge! This broad, turgid member was going to either be a very tight fit or an impossibility. She visibly swallowed, not knowing what else she could do. His hand came off her chin and entwined itself instead in her hair. The other followed and then he was pulling her forward. Hanna knew what she had to do. Her hand held his cock steady. Xander’s thumbs slid forward, pushed into her mouth and f***ed her jaw downward. Then he shifted his hips, drew her head towards him until the head slipped into the warmth of her mouth. That was all he did. He did not advance; he only held her head gently. His hips stilled although with visible effort. He groaned harshly, his head thrown back in passion. Then his gaze found hers again and he was still smiling. **Look for Part 2

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