by T. G. Haynes
‘They’d captured you, remember.’
‘So?’
‘I couldn’t just leave you there.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I... like you.’
‘You like me? You don’t even know me.’
‘I know that you fancy me.’
‘So what?’
‘Ah, so you admit it!’ he exclaimed.
‘What if I do?’
He leant forwards on the bed and kissed her. ‘Your lips are as perfect as they are in your dreams.’
She slapped him a third time.
‘Will you please stop doing that,’ he said.
She glared at him. ‘You’ve got a bloody nerve.’
‘Thanks.’
‘I didn’t mean that as a compliment either.’
‘Well maybe you should do after the hit I took for you back in St. Basil’s.’
‘What in God’s name are you talking about now?’
‘Kate, if I didn’t agree to go with them, they’d have hurt you.’
‘Inside my dream? Get a grip, Dexter, they couldn’t do that, they’re not real.’
‘Would you like to put that theory to the test?’
‘Are you trying to tell me that they can harm you inside your dreams?’
He sighed. ‘I’m not sure. Maybe. A lot’s changed since I developed the initial programmes.’
‘Is that how you...’ she broke off and touched one of the marks on his chest.
‘No. This was handed out by the security guards at the centre. But since Nadia captured my dream self, I won’t be able to break into anyones dreams now.’
‘This can’t be happening. It sounds like something out of a Christopher Nolan film.’
‘I know, great isn’t it? Well, apart from the bit where they captured me and us having to come up with a plan how to get the information out of that safe.’
‘Us?’
‘Aren’t you going to help me?’ he sounded surprised.
‘Give me one good reason why I should.’
‘Because...’
‘And don’t say because I fancy you,’ she interrupted.
‘I wasn’t going to.’
‘Good.’
‘Because you like me?’ he suggested.
Kate raised her right arm to slap him a fourth time, but playfully, not in anger. He cowered in anticipation of the blow. She hit him, softly.
‘Ow,’ he yelped.
‘Wuss.’ She went to smack him again, only this time he caught her hand and began to kiss her fingers. ‘Don’t,’ she said.
He broke off just long enough to ask, ‘Why not?’
‘Because...’
He stopped kissing and started to suck her fingers instead.
‘Because...’
‘Yes?’ he said, transferring his lips from her fingers to her inner arm.
She allowed him to kiss all the way to the very top before replying, ‘Because I do like you.’
He gasped in mock surprise at the admission. ‘You know what that means don’t you?’
‘No, what?’ she murmured.
‘I’m going to have to do this.’ With that, he showered her neck with a series of kisses.
‘How on earth could you possibly know about that,’ she whispered.
‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.’
‘Then don’t even try.’
He didn’t bother to respond. He was far too busy concentrating on her neck to do so.
Up until that moment Kate had thought that her experiences in the Dream Centre were just as good as the real thing. As his lips feathered around her neck - kissing, nuzzling, nibbling - she realised how wrong she was. The sensation was so much more intense and thrilling. As his hands began to remove the clothing from her body she stripped the towel from his waist, pleased to note that in one respect, at least, the real Dexter was actually an improvement on his dream counterpart.
Kate was torn. Though she would have happily let him kiss her neck forever, she longed to reciprocate his kisses and tend to his gorgeous thick cock. Taking it in her hands she stroked him as he caressed her breasts. He pulled away from her and they gazed deep into one another’s eyes. Their lips met for the second time that night, only this time the kiss they shared was a sensuous, passionate one. As they kissed, his hands felt as if they were everywhere as they explored her body; stroking, touching, teasing, tantalising.
She let go of him as he eased her back down onto the bed. In order to encourage him to enter her, she parted her legs. She could feel his cock seeking her pussy. When the tip eventually nuzzled against her lips, he reached down with his left hand and gently massaged her clit before entering her. His touch was so much more light and gentle than that of any of her previous lovers. Whether it was his technique, Kate couldn’t be sure, but in no time at all her juices had begun to flow. Aching to feel him inside her, she flexed her hips upwards in an attempt to snare his cock. Sensing how much she wanted him he allowed the tip to part her pussy lips, but deliberately withheld the rest, determined to heighten her pleasure further before allowing himself to fully join in the fun.
By now, the ends of his fingers were coated with her juices, which were running freely. Trying his best to judge exactly how aroused she was feeling, he slid another couple of inches inside her. She sighed as she felt the shaft of his cock part the walls of her pussy. Gradually, he increased the tempo at which he was stroking her clit with his fingers and began to rub it vigorously. She responded by flexing her hips back and forth, riding the top three inches of his prick. He teased another couple of inches inside her, until three quarters of his cock was slipping in and out of her. Still she wanted more so, with a mighty thrust, he sank every one of his seven and a half throbbing inches deep inside her.
She groaned aloud and came, her pussy convulsing around his glorious cock. After all of the recent dream orgasms she had experienced, this one felt doubly intense. Every single nerve ending of her body seemed to be on fire. He hugged her tightly. Their flesh pressed together. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as her legs trembled and turned to jelly.
He waited until her orgasm subsided then tenderly made love to her. Rocking his hips back and forth he built up a gentle rhythm. His cock felt like it was caressing her pussy in its post orgasmic glow. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down towards her so that she could kiss him. As their lips met he increased the speed of his strokes. She raised her legs off the bed, invitingly. In response to this he reached down, hooked his forearms beneath her knees and eased her upper legs back towards her torso.
The change in position resulted in his cock entering her from a slightly different angle. He stepped up the tempo further. By now, her sticky juices had coated the whole of his prick and he was sliding in and out of her incredibly smoothly. It felt sooo good. Kate closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, revelling in the sensation.
Lowering his hands he grasped the cheeks of her bottom and plunged in and out of her even harder, causing her to catch her breath. Eager to play a more pro-active role, she reached down and cupped his balls in her right hand. He hardly missed a stroke. Opening her eyes she looked up at him and smiled as she began to massage his balls. As she toyed with them, she could sense how much he loved it.
Changing tempo yet again, he slowed his speed right down and entered her with very deliberate, slow, purposeful strokes. He was almost withdrawing his cock entirely, then sinking back into her with a full flex of his hips. Leaving it inside her for a couple of seconds, he would then repeat the action. It was one of the sexiest experiences of her life. She couldn’t believe how amazing the sensation was. Each time he slid his cock into her pussy it felt as if it had grown an extra millimetre or two. She knew that if he persisted with this
technique for much longer she would come again. Fabulous though the experience was, she willed him to increase the tempo once more.
Whether it was a result of his uncanny ability to seemingly be able to read her mind or whether he simply sensed what she desired, she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t care. All she cared about at that precise moment was that he had responded to her secret wish and begun to ride her in earnest. The sudden increase in tempo was too much for her and the walls of her pussy melted as she came for the second time that night. She let go of his balls and grabbed his arse, just as he let out a loud cry and came, his cock convulsing inside her.
They held one another tightly until their respective orgasms had subsided, then he lay down on the bed next to her, wrapped his left arm around her protectively and they fell asleep in one another’s arms.
The Plan
Kate and Dexter weren’t the only couple enjoying themselves at that moment. Back at Dream World, Richard was plugged into his security programme and was interrogating Nadia. To spice things up a little, he often chose a risqué scenario and the one he had selected that night was no exception.
Nadia was lying face down on an enormous four poster bed, which was the centre piece of a bondage dungeon. Her ankles and wrists were bound, each tied by a length of leather to one of the four bedposts. She was wearing a black basque with pink trimmings and a pair of lace top stockings.
The walls of the dungeon were lined with a selection of handcuffs, face masks, ankle restraints, whips, chains, dildos, vibrators and a whole host of bondage equipment. Having secured Nadia to the bed and removed her see through panties, Richard was at a loss as to which item to select, so tempting was all of the equipment on offer. Initially he toyed with a rather large vibrator, however the last time he had visited Nadia he had pleasured her with such an object and he was loathe to repeat himself in such quick succession.
The next item he considered was a nipple pump, only as he had secured Nadia face down it would mean untying and re-tying her and he simply couldn’t be bothered to do that, so he rejected that as well. The third item he contemplated was an ostrich feather tickler. Lifting it off the table he hefted it in his right hand. It was, indeed, light as the proverbial feather. He rubbed the end against his face, delighting in the way the plumes tickled his cheeks and nose. Crossing over to the bed he lightly ran the feathers across Nadia’s bare arms and shoulders. She scoffed at his selection disdainfully. ‘Ha, you British wouldn’t last five minutes in the KGB. No wonder you lost your empire.’
Piqued by her comment, he threw the tickler aside and determined that his next selection would not be so considerate. His eyes lit upon a suede whip, which boasted at least fifty separate tendrils. Gripping the item in his right hand, he slapped it experimentally against the palm of his left. The feeling was a nice mixture of pain and pleasure.
Before resuming the interrogation, he stripped. He deliberately took his time, making her wait for her insolence. He half thought about interrogating her naked, but he had always enjoyed the naughtier side of sex and couldn’t resist donning a pair of tight fitting leather shorts and a black face mask. Getting restless on the bed, Nadia was trying to turn her head to see what he was playing at. ‘Now, now,’ he said. ‘No peeking.’
‘Or else what?’ she retorted.
Rising to her comment, he hefted the whip and brought it down with a reasonable degree of force across her bare buttocks. She flinched as the suede tendrils came into contact with her skin.
‘Pathetic,’ she goaded him.
Her taunt did the trick and he swung the whip harder and harder, until the cheeks of her bottom glowed red. The material was too soft to cause any real harm. Nadia loved it.
‘That’s better,’ she whispered, in a sultry manner.
‘So, now will you tell me?’
‘Tell you what?’
‘Where you’re keeping the dream manifestation of Dexter that you captured,’ he said.
‘Don’t worry. He’s safe.’
‘I want to see him.’
‘What good would that do? I think you’re forgetting, I’m only holding a dream version of Dexter.’
‘I don’t care,’ Richard snapped, petulantly.
‘If I refuse?’
‘I’ll...’
‘You’ll do what?’ she scoffed.
It was too much for Richard. He leapt onto the bed, grabbed hold of her long dark hair and yanked her head backwards. Nadia caught her breath. ‘Is that the worst you can do?’ she said.
He leant down and whispered into her ear. ‘Just don’t forget who’s in charge here.’
‘As if I would,’ she said.
‘So, when can I see him?’
‘You’re so desperate.’
‘No I’m not,’ he lied.
‘Yes you are. And do you know what desperate men do?’
‘No,’ he said, through gritted teeth.
‘They beg,’ she said. ‘So, beg me.’
‘Never,’ he said.
‘Then you don’t get to see him.’
With a howl, Richard brought the whip down hard against her right flank. Nadia squealed delightedly. She held her breath as she felt him fumbling around behind her, hoping that her provocations had forced his hand and that he was going to give her what she really wanted. The next second she felt him loosening her ankle restraints. In her first obedient action of the night, as he released her legs, she drew them underneath her body and thrust her bottom high in the air towards him. Richard grasped her arse, parted her cheeks and sank his cock into her pussy.
‘Mmm. At last,’ she grunted. ‘So you are a real man after all.’
Kidding himself that he was in control of the situation he fucked her hard, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy with real feeling. After her whipping, Nadia was already highly turned on and it didn’t take long for her to start writhing around.
‘Like that?’ he hissed.
‘Yes, Yes, YES,’ she cried, quickly building towards orgasm.
‘Good,’ he said, then withdrew his cock.
‘What are you doing?’ she yelled.
‘Who’s desperate now,’ he laughed.
Her eyes blazed furiously. ‘It’s a good job you didn’t undo my wrists or else...’
‘Or else what?’ he replied, deliberately echoing her earlier taunt.
Stretching backwards with both legs she attempted to ensnare him, only he wriggled out of reach. Her next gambit was to try a completely different tack. ‘Richard, darling, what’s the matter, don’t you want to come to? Don’t you want to fill my cunt with your hot, sticky spunk? Don’t you want to thrust your prick deep inside me and ride me until you burst?’
Her ruse worked to perfection. He had never been able to resist smutty talk. He grabbed her hips, plunged his prick inside her and fucked her more furiously than ever until she was writhing around like a bitch in heat. With a final hard thrust he came with a loud cry. As his cock fountained spunk inside her, she came as well, momentarily allowing herself to lose complete control. Fortunately, for Nadia, Richard was so exhausted he was in no position to take advantage of this lapse in concentration.
Regaining control of her wits quicker than him, she flexed her buttocks backwards and rode his dying hard on, milking every last drop of come out of it until he was completely spent. As he collapsed onto the bed, Nadia shook her wrist restraints. Obediently, he undid them. She massaged her wrists, rubbing the life back into them.
‘I don’t remember programming you to be that naughty,’ he remarked.
‘Don’t you approve?’
He rolled his eyes. ‘What do you think?’
Quick as a flash, she lay down on top of him, grabbed his right wrist and fastened a tie around it.
‘Ah-ah,’ he said. ‘First, you let me s
ee him.’
‘I’ve already told you that you can’t.’
‘What! You harlot,’ he shouted and lunged for her. He didn’t get very far, for he discovered that she had secured the leather tie to one of the bedposts.
‘Aren’t I just,’ she countered, as she skipped off the bed. ‘But you love it.’
Hating her for being right, once again, Richard decided he had no choice other than to lay back down on the sheets and bide his time. He could wait. He was confident that she’d give in and tell him what he wanted to know in the end.
Kate rolled over in her sleep. She was having the most wonderful dream. The previous night she had had the most fantastic sex of her life with a man whom she fancied the pants off and now, the following morning, he was treating her to the most sensual wake up call by kissing her torso and breasts. She reached down and ran her hands through his hair as his lips worked their way down her stomach. She massaged his scalp as he showered her well trimmed pubes with a flurry of kisses. Only when he began to lick her clit did she realise that she wasn’t dreaming and that what she was experiencing was all very real.
She opened her eyes and looked down to find Dexter’s head buried between her thighs. She flung the duvet back so that she could watch him lick her pussy. As his tongue went to work she lay back and luxuriated in the sensation. Up and down, left and right he licked, stimulating every sensitive fold of flesh. Changing technique, he then licked around and around in a clockwise circular motion. Finally, he sank his tongue deep inside her. Kate was lost in a world of pleasure. It was as if his lips and mouth were attuned to her every sexual need.
Unbelievably, he somehow managed to curl his tongue, so that when he next inserted it in her pussy it felt like a small, flexible penis. In and out he flicked it, faster and faster. Kate reached out and grabbed handfuls of bed sheet as she writhed around on the end of his tongue. She cried aloud when she came, the passion of the early morning orgasm every bit as intense as the ones she had experienced the night before.
As her climax began to subside he showed no sign of letting up, until she tugged at his arms and pulled him up the bed.