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The room inside resembled a British gentleman’s club. The rich cream walls were lined with bookshelves containing old, leather-bound books. The plump couches and soft carpeting were regal, yet understated. Mystery Man picked up a lit cigar that rested in an ashtray on the desk. After a few puffs, he exhaled tendrils of smoke that curled lazily around the room. He made a few wispy Os with his mouth, but they quickly dissipated. All the fixtures, from the doorknob to the clawed feet of the ottoman, were gleaming gold. The metal rippled, like it was moving, but that couldn’t be right. Metal didnt move. I felt goosebumps prickle on the back of my neck.
“Thank you, Birdie. You can place that on the table for me.” His posh, British voice was honey, an irresistible richness that drizzled over me.
Mystery Man was as handsome as the last time he visited my dreams. Well over six feet with square shoulders, he had muscle, but he wasn’t freakishly large. His modern charcoal gray suit was impeccably tailored. The entire outfit–shoes, belt, watch, and cufflinks–must have cost thousands of dollars. His wavy black hair was longer on the top and matched his light stubble and prominent brows. His sun-kissed skin was lickable.
His eyes passed over me slowly, taking in every inch of me as he bit his bottom lip. I’d met men like him before at work and seen that look on their faces. It always meant they were up to no good. He smirked at me again as his eyes danced with mischief, landing on my breasts. A glittering stone dangled between them on a long pendant chain. I was dressed in a cropped, scarlett wrap-top, knotted between my breasts. The bell sleeves were long and dramatically flared at the ends. My high waisted bell bottoms were so tight that they hugged every curve. I wasn’t wearing shoes… I’m not even sure I remembered putting the outfit on, but I loved it anyway.
“You look ravishing,” he complimented. Running his hand down my neck, he passed my collarbone and skimmed the edge of the shirt’s sheer material all the way down to the knot. He tugged the tie, slightly loosening it. “You’re a gift with a big, red bow, and I can’t wait to unwrap you.” Putting his cigar back into the ashtray, he took my hand and led me to the chaise lounge toward the far wall. “Sit.” The command was firm, and strangely, I obeyed. He sat so close to me that he was practically on top of me, but I wasn’t uncomfortable with it.
“Wait, why are we here, at a themed party? Usually we’re at a coffee shop or a restaurant. This is different.”
His full lips curved into a smile. He laughed, putting his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. A buzz of electricity ran through me, straight to the pit of my stomach. My pussy clenched in warning.
“It doesn’t matter where we are. You’re sitting next to me. We’re together, and that’s what matters.” His eyes were full of passion as they bore into me, almost like he was seeing through me.
“I like sitting here with you…”And staring at him too.I couldn’t pry my gaze from the smooth, angular lines of his face.
“I’m a man you should be running far away from, not lounging next to on a couch. You’re a sitting duck there, a little sacrifice just for me.”
His words and intense stare should have sent me running for the hills. Why weren’t any alarm bells going off? Just by looking at him, I knew he was different tonight. Dangerous. I fucked around with dangerous men, and they always meant trouble. A broken heart was the least awful of what he could do to me. “You sat next to me, remember?”
He chuckled and sipped his whiskey, his gaze continuing to roam over my body, savoring me like a gourmet meal. He never looked at me this way in any of my previous dreams. Sure, things would get heated, especially before we kissed, but his eyes ran over my curves like I was a steak on a platter instead of a very confused woman sitting on a couch. I simultaneously felt flattered and afraid. There was something unnatural about his gaze, the way his eyes seemed pitch-black. They reminded me of the big bad wolf’s, all the better to see me with… to seduce me with. But maybe I wanted to be seduced.
He rubbed my thigh, lengthening his strokes with each pass. “Where are we?” It dawned on me that I had no clue where I was, or why I felt so relaxed. It was like a blanket of calm wrapped itself around me.
“You’re exactly where you need to be.” He said it with such certainty. I couldn’t help but agree with him. I was exactly where I was meant to be.
He took a long sip of his whiskey. I watched his tongue trace his bottom lip, licking a stray droplet away and imagined what else that tongue could do. “What’s your name? You’ve never told me in any of my dreams, and I want to know.” If things were going where I thought they would tonight, I needed to know his name.
He leaned into me, and inhaled deeply, running his nose up the side of my neck toward my jaw. The light sensation from the contact made me shiver. “You can call me Sebastian. Or you could scream it instead. You smelldelicious.”
He ran his tongue back down my neck, all the way down to the knot of the wrap-top. His warm, wet mouth nipped and sucked at the tops of my exposed breasts. Then he untied it and ripped the shirt clean off me. A low, primal growl escaped him as he looked up at me. The snap of his fingers reverberated through the room and my pants were gone. Before I could ask what happened to them, I was picked up and moved to his lap, as if I weighed nothing. My legs straddled either side of his as he looked directly into my eyes. They pinned me in place, daring me to move. I didn’t want to though. His hands slowly ran up the back of my thighs. I took in a deep, shaky breath, putting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, suddenly feeling weak.
He sank his fingertips into my ass, painfully squeezing until I squeaked. “What a brilliant sound,” he said in a gruff voice. “What other sounds do you make? I can’t wait to find out.” He palmed my breasts, running his thumbs over my sensitive buds and making me gasp in pleasure.
The handsome features that previously adorned his face contorted into a monstrous visage. His smirk turned into a Cheshire grin that reached his ears. Both eyes completely blacked out, shining like black onyx and eclipsing the irises. He lightly grabbed my throat with one hand, squeezing slightly on the sides. My breath skipped as his lips came down on mine and he parted my mouth with his tongue. It felt so strange in my mouth, like there were two of them. He devoured me completely, kissing me like the world would end if I refused him. An intense surge of warmth invaded me, his presence all consuming. This body shattering kiss wasn’t enough–I was flying so fucking high through the clouds and I never wanted to come down again–I wanted everything and anything he had to give me, craved it. My body ground against him, desperately trying to find some friction to ease this intense need swelling inside me. Clearly my pussy had a mind of her own.
His hands traveled further down until they hit my wet, black thong. He ran his finger from the back triangle, down the length of the G-string until his fingers skimmed my seam. I felt his knuckle grazing me, slightly dipping into my folds.Please, give me more.
I broke away from his kiss, the intense need to feel him overwhelming me. “Please.”
Two fingertips from his other hand dragged up my spine. It felt as if electric currents ran through me, alighting me with a desire so intense I could barely stand it.
“Just ask, and you shall receive. Sing for me, Birdie, make me believe you.” His knuckle circled my clit lightly, feathering over the sensitive spot, not using nearly enough pressure.
“Please, Sebastian! M-more,” I pleaded.
“Tell me exactly what you want. In detail.” The voice that came out of his mouth was unlike anything I had ever heard. It echoed, dripping in evilness and ringing through the room. He dipped his head down, circling his tongue around my nipple, but not taking it into his mouth. Then he kissed my neck, moving up inch by inch. His teasing drove me crazy. I could barely think with his lips on my skin. Every touch drove me deeper into a lust-induced frenzy.
“I want… I want,” I panted. Between his soft kisses and his knuckle circling my clit, I wasn’t able to articulate words. I had never felt so turned on, yet so useless, in my life.
“Use your words, or I’ll choose for you.” His voice was firm. “What do you desire?” My head swam with images of my deepest, darkest fantasies. Things I was scared to even think about, let alone ask for. He tilted his head in a knowing way like he could read my thoughts. I hoped he could.
“Tie me up while you use me, completely control me. I want you to make me come so hard I soak the couch.” My breathy voice was embarrassingly wanton, but I didn’t care.
He loosened his tie, lifting it over his head gingerly so as to not disturb the knot. He held my jaw in his large hands. “Hold still.” The tie came around my face, covering my eyes and leaving me in darkness. He took my hands, holding them together above me. A different material was used to bind them, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It felt silky, airy even. As the binding tightened, I felt a grin spread across my face. He was a man of his word.
“Lay down on your back.” Again, I followed his command. He put one of my feet on the ground, so my leg was bent, and the other over the back of the couch, ensuring that the space between them was wide open. His lips feathered over my ankle, kissing the inside of it lightly as his hand gripped my foot. He kissed up my leg, each kiss harder than the one before, until he reached my inner thigh. A sharp pain made me cry out. He sank his teeth into my skin and sucked on it. Every feeling was intensified by my lack of sight. Exquisite pain radiated through my leg, filling me with an overwhelming feeling of desire. I needed him.
