Chapter 11 ALEX #3
I can’t process what’s happening anymore, because my terrified mind is trapped somewhere deep inside my body, and my body only wants to feel good. I can’t move, so all I can do is take him, gasping over and over at the sharp pain followed by a dull ache as he starts to slam into me too deeply.
“That’s it, take it just like that,” he pants, thrusting impossibly deeper.
He kisses my neck, biting gently as his pace picks up, his breathing getting shallower.
The sensation of him moving inside of me is agonizing, too much in every possible way, and my sobs turn into whimpers when the friction and the feeling of him becomes mind-numbingly exquisite.
My leg starts twitching against the restraints, against him, and Theo’s answering moan is laced with approval.
“Come - for - me - right - fucking - now,” he grits out through his teeth, punctuating every word with a harsh thrust, and the low, commanding tone of his voice pushes me over the edge.
I scream, feeling like I’m on fire as wave after wave of orgasm rolls through my body, burning away anything that isn’t pleasure. Theo swears, keeping up his bruising pace for a moment, then makes a low, startled sound as his body tenses and his hips jerk several times before stilling.
As I come down from my orgasm, I can’t feel anything except him, his cock still hard and insistent inside of me, his large body heavy on mine, his breath hot on my neck.
“Oh, Alex,” he says in a soft voice, his thumbs wiping tears from my cheeks as he cradles my head, kissing my forehead gently. “You’re such a good girl, coming for me like that.” When he pulls out of me, I gasp at how empty I feel.
All I can feel now is emptiness.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I hear him say from somewhere far away, and my body begins to go numb as he gets up and undoes the ties at my ankles and wrists.
My arms drop to the bed as he grabs the handcuff keys from his pants pocket and unlocks my wrists before he pulls me into him, whispering into my hair as he rubs his hands up and down my limp body.
It’s all too much.
I’m boneless in his arms, my eyes open but not seeing, not fully processing anything he’s saying or doing. I don’t know what will happen to me now that he’s done, but I know it won’t be good.
I’ve let so many terrible things happen to me, but at least this one felt good.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you,” he murmurs as he leans down to place a soft kiss on the top of my head. I don’t totally understand what he’s saying, so I just nod, and he makes a smooth, happy hum as he reaches down and pulls the duvet around us.
Am I cold?
I’m shaking, so I must be.
This kind of numbness is different than I’m used to.
I don’t feel cold or hollow the way I usually feel after sex. Instead, I’m warm and weightless, my body too relaxed and overwhelmed for my mind to take part in what’s happening.
Theo pulls me tight, petting my hair and kissing my face and praising me in a soft voice, telling me how good I was for him, how well I took it, how amazing I feel, how gorgeous I am when I come.
I’m still shaking and wrung out and confused, but I let him hold me close, let him touch me and talk to me and kiss me.
It feels good, even though it shouldn’t.
Nothing about this should feel good.
***
He says something in my ear, but his words skim across my mind, not landing anywhere before his lips press against my skin, kissing slowly down my body before he parts my legs.
I’m not really aware of what’s happening, just aware of the warm, slick feeling of his tongue, the tip of it flicking against my clit, the way it dips inside of me, the soft kisses he presses into my skin, the way his moans sound, the way his cock feels as he pushes in, the way his tongue glides against mine as we kiss, the way his heated skin and soft hair feel under my fingers.
I stay outside of my body, my mind somewhere far away, my body beyond feeling anything but pleasure, enjoying the last time I’ll feel good before I die.
I let myself welcome him in and take what he’s giving me, let the way he sounds when he says my name make me feel warm, let him kiss me deeply and fuck me slowly until we come, let him keep my mind in a place where nothing makes sense and everything has a soft glow to it, and let the affection he’s giving comfort me until I drift away.
***
I’m so warm.
I crack my eyes open, and everything is dimly lit, bathed in a soft, dreamy wash of pink light.
I can feel a man’s large body curled around me, arms embracing me and hands lazily stroking my skin.
I close my eyes again, and the man presses tender kisses onto my shoulders and neck.
I snuggle back into him, humming contentedly.
This is such a nice dream.
I can feel his cock hard between my thighs, gliding against me easily because I’m already slick with wanting.
His arms grip me tighter as I rub myself against him, and he mutters something approving as I tilt my hips back, lining us up.
He nudges into me, kissing the back of my neck as he takes his time pushing inside me, and the feeling of him is unbearable and exquisite at the same time.
I’m definitely not dreaming of Danny, that’s for sure.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and almost chokes me as he pulls me back against his chest, and I moan at the feeling of him thrusting gently into my aching cunt.
His other hand drags slowly down my body and slips between my legs, his fingers circling my clit with just the right pressure.
I gasp at how good it feels, how close I am to coming so soon after being touched.
This feels so much more intense than my other sex dreams.
“Please,” I beg as I arch back into him, keeping my eyes closed and focusing on the feeling of him.
My head kicks back, resting on his shoulder as I reach my hand back to run my fingers through his soft, thick hair.
He hums in pleasure and kisses my neck, dragging his teeth gently across my skin, making me shiver.
God, this feels so real.
He pushes me higher and higher until I break, my body starting to shake as I come apart in his arms. My orgasm is long and languorous, and he moans as he fucks me through it.
Soft, affectionate words of praise tumble out of his mouth when a second orgasm follows almost instantly, and he buries his face in my neck as he comes, groaning before tracing my skin with gentle kisses.
This is the best dream I’ve ever had.
I feel a rush of wet warmth against my inner thighs when he pulls out of me. He starts stroking my body from my shoulder to my hip in a soothing way, kissing my temple before rolling me onto my back. I finally open my eyes, looking up at the dream smiling down at me adoringly.
Oh, I’m dreaming about Theo again.
The last sex dream I had about him was barely detailed, a jumble of blurry images and a strong sense of desire, but this is intense and lucid in a way my dreams usually aren’t.
I smile up at him, grazing my fingers over his high cheekbone and trailing them down his sharp jaw, watching his face soften and light up as he leans into my touch.
It would be so nice to wake up to him like this.
“Hey, you,” I whisper, pulling him down towards me. He flashes me that cute, crooked smile, his dimples showing.
“Good morning,” he whispers before kissing me sweetly.
I twine my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, sucking on his soft bottom lip and running the tip of my tongue against it, eliciting a moan from him, his arms wrapping me in a tighter embrace.
I’m hazy and spent as I curl up against him, tangling my legs with his and tucking my face into the crook of his neck.
In my dream, he smells the way my favorite sweater used to.
Theo’s fingers draw slow patterns against my skin, and his lips move against my hair as he whispers something I can’t quite make out.
I hum contentedly, loving the warm, safe feeling of being enveloped in his arms. Being held by Danny felt so claustrophobic, but this must be what my brain thinks it should feel like to be held.
As I drift off again, a troubling thought glides across my mind, catching my attention for a fraction of a second.
How can I go back to sleep if I’m already dreaming?
***
When I wake up, I’m alone in my bed, my room painted in bright, mid-morning light.
I close my eyes again, trying to process the series of dreams I had.
Those were the weirdest fucking dreams of my life.
God, where did that stuff even come from?
I don’t know if I could ever look Theo in the eye after dreaming about him like that.
I'm lying there, embarrassed, when I hear a noise from my kitchen. Is someone in my house? I sit up quickly, confused as I register a sharp pain between my legs.
That’s not good.
I get out of bed slowly, realizing that my whole body is exhausted and I can barely put my legs together. I grab a sweater and sweats off the floor, pulling them on slowly as I make my way to the bathroom, and I gasp softly at how painful it is to pee, at how fucking sore I am.
Oh, no.
I wash my hands slowly and splash cold water on my face, my anxiety building the more I wake up.
Last night happened.
This morning wasn’t a dream, that happened.
Theo’s here, in my kitchen.
Oh, god. He’s probably going to keep me alive for a while before he kills me.