He gave me a chin jerk but said nothing.
Dare
I woke up to shrill screaming in the pitch dark. It set my fight or flight instinct in motion big time and I reached to get between the bed and box spring for my piece but then I realized I wasn’t in bed, I was on the couch. I ran to the bedroom. She was flailing in my bed in a nightmare. I grabbed her.
“Felicia! Wake up!”
She was writhing in agony.
“Hey, it’s just a dream,” I pulled her up to sitting.
She started to sob and a flurry of words and whimpers came out, “Master, don’t let them get me.” She threw her arms over my shoulders and clung to my neck like her life depended on it.
“Shhh,” I laid down, taking her with me. Her head landed on my shoulder. I stroked her hair and she loosened her grip around my neck and fisted my t-shirt, “It’s gonna all be okay, babe. Settle down. I promise it’ll be okay. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whimpered and her breathing slowed down and I thought she was settling but then she said, “Make me yours, Master. Take me. Make me yours.”
I thought the ‘master’ ramblings were her asleep, still in the nightmare. I guess I’d been wrong.
“Baby, I’m not your Master,” I said, shaking my head.
“I want you to be,” she whispered, “I’ll be a good girl.” She squirmed into me, “Your good girl.”
For fuck sakes. I had goosebumps everywhere and all the blood in my head rushed straight to my cock.
Her grip loosened on my shirt and I quickly knew why. She slipped her hand into the waistband of my shorts and then she was gripping my cock. Fuck.
“Felicia.”
“Please don’t call me that,” she pleaded.
“What’s your real name?” I asked. She hadn’t let go of my cock yet and fuck but I was hard. How could I not be?
She was quiet a minute and then said, “Please don’t make me tell you. I’m not allowed to.”
“Hands off.”
She shuddered, then her thumb stroked over the tip, “I can make you feel good.”
“I’m sure you could.” I grabbed her wrist a
nd tried to pull. She gripped tighter. I didn’t wanna be rough with her. Wow. So she was an obedient slave girl but she wouldn’t let go of my cock? Just my luck.
“Let go.”
“Please, Dare?”
“I’m not taking advantage of you. Let go of it.”
“You’re not. I’m offering. I need it. I haven’t…” she didn’t finish.
“You’ve got some sorta hero worship, babe. I got you outta there and you’re developing some sense of obligation here. I don’t want that.”
“My hair is red and I love to fuck. That’s what you wanted, right? I love to fuck, Master. I really really do. I’d keep up with you, whatever you want, any way you want, I---” she squeezed, stroking upwards.
“Let go of my cock, babe. Seriously.”
She took her hand away and moved off my chest but not far away, just beside me. She was quiet for a beat and then said, “You don’t want me?”