EMMIE
My back arches, my shoulders pulling tight as Theo thrusts into me from behind, tugging on my bound wrists to get me in the exact position he wants me in as his giant cock stretches me wide open.
“Yes,” I cry as he thrusts forward, filling me so that the pain and pleasure collide in the most dizzying sensation.
Water continues to rain down on my back, and my cheek is crushed against the marble wall. I move away every time he pulls out and crash into it again when he fills me.
It’s going to leave a more-than-obvious bruise, but right now, I couldn’t care less.
I just need more.
More of him.
More of his dick.
More mindless pleasure.
I race toward my orgasm all too quickly, and just like I fear, he won’t let me have this one either.
He pulls out and my body shivers with the sudden onslaught of coldness without his burning touch.
My mind stirs to life as I mindlessly reach for the duvet, vaguely aware that it was real coldness that woke me.
I fight to remain in the deliciousness of that dream, even if I know it was a figment of my imagination, because it was better than reality.
My fingers connect with something, but I quickly discover that it’s not the cool softness of my sheets, but the warmth of a… person.
I sit up, my eyes flying open and my heart jumping into my throat.
My lips part, ready to scream, but the second my gaze locks on the figure perched on the edge of my bed, a burning hot palm crashes against my mouth cutting me off before anything escapes my throat.
He pushes against my face and I fall back to my mattress, my eyes still wide and locked on his haunting ones.
A noise fills the room, a buzzing sound, and my brows pinch as I try to place it. But the second I do, all the breath races from my lungs, hitting his hand that’s still clamped over my face.
He looms over me like a devil of the night.
“Do not make a noise,” he whispers. His voice is low, deep, rough, and it hits me right between the legs.
I nod, unable to do anything else, continuing to hold his stare.
“Good girl.”
A strange warmth floods my body at his praise, and once he’s convinced I’m telling the truth, he releases me.
Sucking in a deep breath, I watch him hook his fingers into my shorts and knickers and drag them down my legs.
My mouth waters for the release that he’s ripped away from me twice now. I don’t care that one of them was a dream. It sure felt real enough in the moment.
The buzzing continues, and when I glance to the side, I find the drawer of my bedside table open and the vibrator I used for that photo earlier missing. Well, not missing just—fuck.
He pushes my thighs wide and presses the tip of the toy to my clit.
It’s so powerful that my hips jump from the bed.
“Hellcat,” he growls, his hand wrapping around my hip and pinning me in place.
“Oh God,” I gasp as he presses it against me once more.