It was such a perfect body too. He undid my nightgown and exposed my heavy breasts as he curled about me and latched his lips onto one of my nipples. So greedily, he sucked at the stiff teat, and I could feel that thick organ of his pulse within me, such inhuman virility in it.
He broke from his suckling only to speak to me, “Sorry I came so soon. You just felt so good, Rita... I couldn’t help myself.” He was so sincere, so beautiful. Dark hair framed his ethereally handsome face as he returned to suckling my buxom tit.
I wasn’t surprised by how little it bothered me. The pleasure he got from my body gave me my own high, and I practically purred at his words. I’d never heard myself make a sound like that before, and I squirmed with happy enthusiasm. “It’s okay,” I managed.
He slipped from me, and with the void of his manhood his thick seed drooled out of my gaped slit. Although the sadness at that emptiness was driven away by his wide, almond-shaped eyes gazing into mine as he pushed me onto my back. “I thought of you all day,” he said. “Did you think of me?” And I couldn’t help but remember how I forced him from my mind the whole morning.
It was too painful. To long for something or someone that I could only visit in a dream. My lip trembled as my eyes avoided him. He made me feel naked, and I knew he already understood my thoughts.
I didn’t need to see it to feel that dark frown on his face. He reached from my cheek and stroked it tenderly. “We’re special,” he said in a hurt voice. “Do you still deny that I’m real?” To look at him, fit and strong, looming over me with his honed musculature, he was too real to deny and too amazing to believe. “It hurts me to know you keep thinking like that, Rita.” His words were genuine.
“You have to be a dream,” I said, because I knew it was true. He was too strange, too ethereal to be real. To be interested in me. I drew in my lower lip and nibbled it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He lowered himself atop me, his arms moving up my shoulder. That hurt expression never left his face, and I knew I had wounded him. It was sad to see his sorrow mar his features. “I want us to be real,” he said. “I want you to come home to me. To make love to you truly. Not because you think I’m some dream.”
“I’d still be with you, even if you weren’t,” I said, and the words surprised me. I’d never been great at expressing my emotions, but it was true. I would have died for a chance to go on a date with him if he were a real man. Someone flesh and blood.
I wanted it so badly.
That made his eyes soften, but I could still see that he was troubled by my reluctance. “If you think about me during the day real hard, and I think about you in return, it’d be a bit like we were together,” he said. “It’d make an invisible bond.” He touched where his heart would be, then to my chest, as if there were some invisible tether there. “Don’t you want that, Rita?”
More than anything. I thought it would be easier to forget about him, to push him aside during the day, but it’d only made my day harder, more monotonous and dull. Nothing exciting had happened, nothing had made me want to be in the real world any longer. For a moment I wondered if this was what going crazy felt like, but if going crazy meant I felt loved and desired by someone, then it was better than being sane.
I felt him angle his hips and begin to nudge his cock back inside me, the slick honey and seed along my gaping cunny making it easier for him to get that girth there. He moaned as he filled me and kissed my lips, “Rita, think of me tomorrow, and I’ll do something special for you when you get home. A special act of love.” His cryptic promise were tantalizing as he began to pump his shaft into me.
“What?” I asked, half shock, half curiosity egging me on. No one had given me a surprise in years, and my body shook with anticipation. I felt almost as if it were my birthday when I was a child, that enthusiasm making me wriggle. It was his cock that made me moan, though, and I shuddered against him.
His body drove into mine much harder now. It wasn’t the sweet lovemaking he awoke me with: this was something hard, passionate. He gripped my body and rutted into me like the virile man he was. “It’s a surprise,” he said with a wry grin. “But once you see it,” he licked his lips in excitement, “once you experience it, you won’t be able to deny me any longer, Rita.”
He arched his neck back as he plunged down deep inside me, groaning with rising arousal.
I lost myself to him. My entire body just responded to his call, tightening and tensing and twitching around his. “Oh god!” I called out, and I didn’t bother holding back for fear of the neighbours. Nothing could hold me back when he hit that hidden spot within me, and my honey gushed around him.
He didn’t stop pounding into me then. He kept up that intensity, that passion the whole night through. This time, unlike the last, I lasted the night. I willed myself through it. The aid of our bodies grinding and fucking the time away helped most of all, and when sunrise came I was in his arms.
He vanished so gradually, I barely noticed at first. It was as if weariness was taking me and consciousness fading, but when I opened my eyes wide and looked to the light creeping in through the curtains, there was nothing left of him. Nothing but faint curls of wispy black smoke.
I broke into tears, but before I could lose myself to self-pity I saw something where he had been. It was made of the same dark leather he wore, though sized for me. I knew what it was meant for. A reminder of him throughout the day. For how could I forget him with the sewn in metal beads that would rub against me the whole day through?
Chapter 5
Perhaps the fact that it somehow wasn’t a dream was what disturbed me most. There it was, tangible evidence. Every time I crossed my legs on the commute, I was reminded of him, of the fact that it was real. A pit formed in my stomach, and I rubbed my belly.
We hadn’t been careful, for who wanted to use a condom in their dreams? But more than that, if he wasn’t a dream, what was he? The reminder between my legs certainly kept my mind focused on him. As I stared at the boring white walls of the office, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was from out of this world.
Surely he wasn’t a human, not with those strange horns. The tick-tick-tick of the clock punctuated my racing thoughts.
Two nights with very little sleep left me in rough shape. I could barely stay conscious, especially with the tedium of the in-between slowdowns my work held.
The only anomaly of the whole day, in fact, was when a courier came with an emergency delivery. “This is for Dr. Feinman,” he explained, the sealed envelope in hand.
“I’ll sign for it,” I said, and saw it was from the laboratory my boss had warned me about the other day. This was that important information that was such a big deal, though I could hardly force myself to even wonder what it was about.
I put it into a special place upon my desk apart from the other mail and messages so I wouldn’t forget it, and resumed my long train of thought about the mysterious stranger.
He wasn’t normal. He wasn’t a regular man. That should have frightened me more, but it was so hard to feel anything but longing and desire for him. He was so perfect to me, for me.
“Any messages?” came the usual refrain.
“Here you go,” I said absent-mindedly, handing him the usual stack. Why he even bothered asking when it was right there in the bin on my desk marked for him was beyond me.
I waited until he was gone to roll my eyes, and my eyelids fluttered shut for a moment. I needed a quick rest, and I listened to the rhythm of the clock before I startled awake. It had only been a few minutes, but if anyone had come by, I could have lost my job.
It wasn’t a dream. I as awake all last night, and exhaustion clawed at me. I admit, too... part of me hoped that if I stole off for a few minutes I’d see him again, and a smile crossed my sleepy face. What was he?
So tall, so strong. That beautiful musculature, that delightful grin. The way he touched and caressed me. There was nothing about him that wasn’t perfect... well, except for th
e horns and inhuman flesh tone. Although I realized I almost stopped noticing that. It was part of him, as came to see it.
The grind of those metal beads against my slit made it impossible to think of anything else. Though I swear, as my eyes shut for a moment, I could feel him hovering over me. His sweet voice a faint murmur as he said, “I’m thinking of you too.”
Combined with the feel of those leather panties, I nearly lost control and came . Instead, I merely twitched and knocked a few things off my desk into the waste bin. It startled me from my reverie, and made me realize it was time to go, as I could hear the footsteps of the lab workers coming up the hall.
I don’t think I ever grinned so widely, and I grabbed my leather purse. I decided I wasn’t going to bother with the commute. I’d simply grab a cab and get home in record time. It made me smile even wider, and I swear, I felt so light on my feet as I grabbed my coat.
Never was I so excited to go home.
Chapter 6
I curled up in bed, and for the first time in two days I felt like I slept. There was no visitor, no handsome man cooing my praises. Not in the flesh, at least, for he stalked my dreams and made me writhe. When my eyes fluttered open and I saw that it was only eight, though, I squirmed.
I hadn’t bothered wearing anything to bed except for the leather present he’d left, and the sheets felt strange against my naked body. I didn’t have much of an appetite since I met him, and I felt light and free as I sprawled beneath the blankets. I yearned for him, and my fingers dipped down over my body.
It had been a long time since I took the time to masturbate, to do anything more than simply press my vibrator to my clit on max and wait for the inevitable release, but this time I truly felt myself. My hands ran over my breasts, down over my stomach, and I toyed with my skin. It felt so soft, so welcoming, and I didn’t feel the same self-consciousness that I had since I was a girl.
For the first time in my life I felt sexual. I felt like I could be desired, and I moaned. My other hand went to my sex, snaking in beneath the leather as I felt how wet I’d gotten, and that made it even better. The fact that I was turned on made me more aroused, and I squirmed on my bed. “Anton,” I whimpered, and I could picture him clearly, watching me. I pushed away the blankets so he could see, from wherever he was, as my body writhed for him.
“Oh, Anton,” I moaned again, louder, and my knees fell to the side, my body spreading open as I fingered myself, my other hand tugging at my erect nipple. “Oh, god.” I shivered and tugged harder, by body beginning to twitch without permission.
“Couldn’t even wait for me,” came his masculine voice right along with his strong hands, roaming over my body as he sidled up against me. He was smooth and seductive, and how his fingers sank into my soft flesh as I quivered and convulsed with pleasure was bliss. I could feel his dick pressed against my hip, hard already, and he moved his lips to mine. “Naughty girl,” he chided.
Even his reprimand, his presence, couldn’t stop the orgasm rushing through me, and my back arched as I came. Oh gods, how I missed him, and I could smell him, feel him once more. I didn’t know what he was, or where he’d come from, but I swear it felt like love. Like I had a connection that was deeper than anything I knew.
He held me through the pleasure, though I didn’t notice until the tingling subsided that he tied my arms to the headboard of the bed. He wore a cheeky grin as he looked down upon me while straddling my waist, and that thick, dark cock strained towards me. I was trapped there, though I had a view of his nude form and the dark leather strips that covered his chest, that went around his waist and thighs, without hiding any of his delicious form from me. Not those stiff nipples, not that hard dick.
“Aren’t things better when you think of me?” he asked, though it was more of a statement. He leaned forward before I could answer so that our noses nearly touched. “Aren’t they better when you obey me?”
My breath held as I stared into his eyes, and I nodded. Today had been far better than any other at my miserable job. “Yes,” I agreed verbally, and I leaned forward to kiss him, tugging at my binds. “Why am I tied up?”
His hand slid through my hair and held it, keeping me just out of range of his lips as he tilted his head and opened his mouth, taunting me with a kiss he wouldn’t deliver. “Because I want you this way,” he said to me, smiling, though his devilish features made him sly. “It’s your reward. I promised you a reward tonight, remember?”
Of all the things to forget, I don’t know how I’d forgotten that. A thrill of excitement rushed through me and I nodded, unable to lay still at the reminder. Perhaps that’s why I had to forget about it all day. It would have been torture otherwise.
He smiled at me, and though he kept a tight hold on my hair he leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss at last. “Good girl,” he said, pulling back so that I could see his exquisite hard body again.
He traced a finger down the center of my torso, lightly skirting my tits, zigzagging and teasing me. “It was a little bit like we were together all day,” he mused, as I watched that cock of his throb in the air. “And I’ve never been happier,” he added with a grin.
“Me neither.” . I startled myself with my candidness. I felt my body flush as I watched his fingers, arching and begging him to touch my still sensitive nipples. I tugged at the binds a bit more and squirmed under him, “I won’t run away,” I promised.
He laughed at that, such a pleasant sound from the large man. “I know you won’t,” he said as he released my hair. He produced, as if from nowhere, some leather implement as he brought his hand down from my head. A flogger. The word came into my mind unbidden as he dragged its soft tendrils across my breasts. “You’re not going to run away. You’re not going to deny me – deny us – anymore, are you, Rita?” The thing brushed over my areola and stiff nipple.
I arched towards it, even though my eyes were wide and frightened. I’d only heard about such things, and I was a softie when it came to pain. My heart felt leaden in my chest, but I couldn’t look at him. All I could do was stare at that leather device. “You’re not going to hurt me?” I whimpered, already forgetting his question.
The nails on his free hand dug into my hip, and he struck the implement across my breast, the sting of those leather tendrils both more and less than I anticipated. “That’s not what I asked,” he said with a strange calmness.
What had he asked? My breathing came on faster as all thought was brushed away, and my mouth dropped open. “I... I... yes?” My eyes clenched in anticipation.
His handsome brow furrowed, and he struck me again with the stinging weapon, his thick cock throbbing in the air before him. “Wrong answer,” he said, and scratched his fingers up from my hip to my other breast, which he grasped so tightly that it hurt.
In a harsher voice, he repeated himself. “You’re not going to run away, or deny me ever again, are you Rita?” And he danced those dark stinging vines upon my fair skin as he watched.
“No!” I shouted, and I didn’t worry about what the neighbours would think of a young, single woman shouting such a thing from her bedroom. The only thing in my mind was pleasing him, making him happy, and stopping that stinging in my sensitive nipples.
It hurt, yet at the same time, I couldn’t help but notice how hard those buds were, as if they were reaching out for more.
He lifted one leg up and climbed from atop me to the side. “Good,” he said, pleased with my final acceptance. Although I had no clue what else he had in mind as he walked about the bed, taking hold of one of my legs and tying it down before moving to the other. “Things are better this way.”
I gnawed my lower lip until I could taste blood, letting it pop out swollen and red. Swallowing, I squirmed against my binds, and even though I wanted nothing more than to be free, it was comforting to be restrained. To not have options.
It disgusted me how true it was, but my body didn’t care. It responded with pure desire, writhing eagerly for him. “Anton,” I murmu
red, bidding him to come comfort me.
His wide eyes locked on mine, but he didn’t come to me then. He continued to slowly circle me and the bed, teasing that threatening flogger against my thick thighs. “You did well today.” I hadn’t noticed it until then, but he’d somehow removed the leather panties from me. I only became aware then because he lightly flicked the flogger’s whip-like vines against my quim.
I gasped, the sensation quick and fierce, my head tilting back. I just wanted him to touch me, to love me. I felt so bare and exposed, and I moved to try to cover myself, but it was useless. He had tied me so tightly, and I wriggled atop my bed sheet.
He bent one knee and slipped it onto the bed beside me, continuing to trail those stinging black whips over my skin. “I felt so close to you today,” he said, his dark gaze on mine as he tilted his head and came close, but always out of reach. “Almost like I was right there beside you at times.” I remembered the moment I swore I could hear him in the office.
“How?” I didn’t understand it, I didn’t understand him. But my body tried to touch his. I wanted to feel him inside me again, and I cursed myself for not picking up condoms. I’d been so eager to get home, to seek him out again.
As if he could read my thoughts, the corner of his lips quirked upwards, though he said nothing. Just looked at me with his lusty eyes with such a sly expression.
“Don’t ask questions,” he insisted, and he struck me across the thighs, leaving long, thin red marks across my soft inner thigh.
I cried out and shifted again, but I bit down on my swollen lip to keep from asking more of him. I didn’t understand why he’d rather hurt me instead of pressing his body to mine. I craved it so badly, the feel of his flesh touching me once more, and every time that leather bit into my skin, I needed him more.
He bent over me, prowling like some wild, feral animal. Sniffing at the air he moved towards my womanhood, tracing the aroma of my sex to its source as he supported himself up by grasping one of my thighs. “Your cunt smells so strong after a whole day of desire,” he said with an appreciative murr to his voice. “I approve.”
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