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The two voices argue back and forth, their separate cadences pinging from across the room, the echoes filling the small chamber.

"I don't-."

"NOW!"

My body quakes as the voice next to me roars. Absurdly, my brain goes back to my favorite fairytale. Is this how the beast sounded when Belle refused his commands? I shiver, both from cold and anticipation. My mind conjures up my version of a sexy beast, hell bent on taming me to his will.

Definitely proof that this is a dream. No way in hell would I be lusting after a fictional character if my life were truly in danger. Settling back down, I resume my breathing pattern. The snake seems to falter for a bit, but quickly resumes its duties. The tighter it coils, the more undone I become. Arousal fills my body, making my skin tight and hot. I feel flushed even though the room is an icebox.

"You are a naughty girl. Aren't you?"

That maddening voice is now at the opposite side of my face. I hold myself motionless. Perhaps if I don't engage, my dream phantom will eventually show itself. I do know one thing though; I'm never touching alcohol again: even if there's promise of a voice full of sin.

"I can smell how turned on you are. Is it the lack of oxygen I wonder?"

Coils tighten suddenly, and I'm left gasping and choking. The whole rhythm is off, and I don’t have a chance to prepare. A jolt of fear stabs me. I long to claw at the snake about my neck but being held immobile is only adding to the hysteria rising inside of me. I fucking want this dream to end. I'm through letting myself be terrorized.

I open my mouth to scream and am instantly invaded by a set of fingers. My breath arrests in my throat as the fingers wiggle about. The further they inch in, the closer I come to throwing up. I typically gag on my toothbrush. No way these fingers aren't triggering it. Tears swim in my eyes again, clouding any chance of seeing the mystery invader. This is getting old. I just want to wake up and be done with. I dig my nails into my palms. Surely this will work. I hear about it all the time. If I can't pinch myself, any sort of pain should do, right?

The fingers in my mouth change up their rhythm so that they drag down across my tongue then jab back towards my throat. I swallow, trying to keep the nausea at bay. The tears start to pour in earnest, stinging my eyes and adding yet another layer of discomfort. I dig down hard. Shards of pain flow from my palms down my arms, but nothing. Nothing changes. The fingers keep their maddening dance. In, out, in, out. As uncomfortable as it feels to my throat, somewhere much lower takes notice of the distinct rhythm. My hips shift up and down, begging this stranger to change where he's thrusting. Maybe he won't notice. Shame burns my cheeks as I hump the air, desperate for release.

A low chuckle permeates the room. "That's right my little reprobate. Get wet for me."

I twist about, trying to free my face from his fingers. I even try pushing against them with my tongue, but to no avail. They just keep assaulting me, over and over. Whimpering, I shake my head, seeing if that will dislodge him. Instead of what I hope for, his other hand pinches my nose, holding me still against the table. With a strong thrust, he slides his fingers all the way down until they are deeply lodged in my throat. I gag hard around the intrusion, my whole body bowing up against the table. He releases my nose and draws back his fingers, letting me have a small reprieve. I gasp for breath for a few moments, only to find the intense need to swallow.

Refusing to think about my actions, I wrap my lips around the fingers and suck hard, trying to swallow everything in my mouth. This ordeal is mortifying enough without adding drool to the mix. The sinful voice groans long and loud next to my ear. If I wasn't turned on before, I sure as hell am now. Not that I'm super experienced, but none of the men I've been with ever sounded this aroused before. And that's just with me sucking on his fingers. Closing my eyes, I let my tongue dance around his fingertips, noting how his breathing becomes raspy and hard against my cheek. I suck again and am rewarded by a muttered curse.

"Now then, minx. I will not have you turn my head with your naughty mouth."

He withdraws his fingers and already I feel a keen sense of loss. Yep. Definitely a dream. No rational person would be okay with having a stranger use their mouth like that, then want to beg for more. My thoughts race through my brain. When the hell did I start to like stuff like this? Or is it the man? Has to be because it's a dream. No way this would be as sexy if it were real life. A sharp sting to my pussy interrupts the train of thought. Ow. That fucking hurt. Oh god! My eyes fly open and I lock my gaze with a set of ice blue blazing eyes. This is most certainly real.

The snake uncoils from my throat and I thrash about, gripping at my bonds in earnest. I must get out of here. I can't go down without a fight. Movement from the corner of my eye startles me and I stop for a moment. Is that a fucking tail? I follow the tip down the length where it connects to the man standing over me. Based on what I'm seeing, he's completely naked. Thank God the table is covering him. I'm already trying to come to grips with a tail, I don't need a dick making an appearance as well. A small measure of relief fills me. Though a tail is super freaky, it's not a snake, and I can live with that. Snap the fuck out of it Caitlin. Since when is a tail not a deal breaker? Shoring up my courage, I stare the man down.

"What the fuck are you?"

"I'm your perdition."

He steps back from the table just a fraction, still not enough to expose himself, but enough that I can see his rippling abs. Swallowing, I follow them up his built frame and go back to his eyes. They stare down at me, and I feel even more exposed than I already am. He looks so familiar. There's something about him that teases the edge of my memories, but then again, I'd remember someone with a tail, wouldn't I? Think. Think! He's staring deep down into my soul. I shake my head and glare up at him.

"I want to wake up now."

He chuckles before lowering his hand on my thigh. It feels warm and solid. Real. Gulping, I keep looking at his eyes, trying to ignore the soft movements of his fingers as they skim my heated flesh.

"For your sake, I wish this were a dream. But I assure you, I am very very real."

Walking away from the table, he turns his back to me as he studies the various items hanging on the wall. From where I'm lying, I get an awesome view of his tight, sculpted ass and thick, muscly thighs. He looks real. The light sends shadows dipping over the curves, highlighting some areas and conceal others. When has a dream of mine ever been this detailed? My heart races, my breathing comes in gasps. Wake up Caitlin. Wake the fuck up! You can do it.

He turns back to me, a long rod with a square tip in his hands. His eyes scan the thing he's holding before looking back at me, a wicked smile curling his lips up. Tipping my eyes up further, I spy two sets of horns. Fuck. I've died and gone to hell.

Groaning, I lay my head back and consider my options. One, it's a dream, and I will wake up. Two, it's a coma, and I might never wake up. Three, I'm dead and there's no hope for me. None of those odds sound good to my brain. There must be a fourth option. That or someone will find me and wake me up. A lance of sadness pierces my heart. Who would find me? I live alone. I have for most of my life.

"Come now. It won't be all that bad. I'll punish you, set you on the right path, and get you back home in time for Christmas."

I snort, not even caring if I'm rude or not. "Okay, Satan. Sure, lie to me like that. We both know you're not letting me go."

He gets an odd look on his face as he stares at me. Did I get it right? After a moment, he smiles and swishes the item about before smacking it against his palm a few times. The thunderous crack fills the room and makes me flinch.

"I have to let you go." His voice is thick with some unnamed emotion. "As much as I would like to keep you as mine, you have to go."