Chapter 20: Dream Sex
~~~~WARNING-~~~~
HIGHLY SEXUAL SCENE AHEAD INVOLVING MFM MÉNAGE WITH LIGHT BONDAGE. IF YOU ARE NOT INTO THIS PLEASE SKIP TO NEXT 3 ChapterS . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED~~~~~
WELCOME TO MY DUNGEON
I woke up in a strange place. The room was dark with shackles hanging from the walls. Ropes, chains, a bed and items I had no clue of lined the walls of the massive room. I tried to break free but my hands were bound above my head tied in rope connected to a chain bar that hung from the ceiling while my bare feet were also tied in rope that connected to the chain that was separated but connected from the wall. I stood in the middle of the room suspended in the air with my feet dangling inches above the floor.
I looked down to see myself wearing a wrap across my breasts made of pure silk and a matching skirt. The elastic fabric caressed my skin every time I moved causing a single tingle that ignited my nerve endings immediately. I looked across the room where a full length mirror hung against the wall and another on top of the ceiling. My curls were wild and I wore smoky eyes and red lips.
Looking around again I realized where I was.
The dungeon.
"Is anybody here?" My voice echoed across the room and came back empty. I stood there trying to free myself. The ropes were tight on both my ankles and wrists. It was no use. I was completely stuck. I wondered who in the world would tie me up like this. My body seemed to glow as if my skin’s natural softness was somehow coming through the darkness.
"Someone please help me. Please." I begged, not knowing what was coming.
I heard a door beginning to unlock.
Garrett walked in.
Black pants and no top. He closed the door behind him and his long strides caused the muscles in his arms and thighs to thicken with each step. His erection was already outlined in his pants. His hazel eyes bored into mine promising not only sexual torture but pure unadulterated pleasure. Wetness formed between my legs at just the thought of it. His hair was disheveled and his muscles glistened from the overhead light. He continued to stare at me until I had to look away first.
"I’m here to help you Cadence," that smooth deep voice whispered against my lips as he ran his fingertips down my cheek to my neck.
Why did those words terrify me? I did not want his help. All I wanted was for him to release me. My breathing became shallow but my body had already started wanting more the moment his fingers glided across my skin. Traitors. All of it.
"Please let me go." It came out more as a whisper than a demand and we both knew it.
He continued to stare at me in silence.
"I can’t," he said finally. "You belong to us tonight. If we let you go you may never experience the pure pleasure that you and your body deserve." His hands rubbed down my arms sending tingles down my spine.
"Please Garrett... let... me... go..."
His fingers went up to my neck and made their way down to my nipples. They were tight and hard and already waiting and the fabric was doing absolutely nothing to help the situation. He kissed my neck and traced it with his fingers. His fingers had an electric current running through them that made me want more of whatever this was. His lips made it to my nipple covered by the thin material and he sucked on it, using his other hand to knead the other. My body arched responding to his lips and fingers. He had not even touched me in my most sensitive area and yet I could already feel the pressure rising.
He moved on to the next nipple and slowly removed the material from the other one. He went back to it and used his tongue to gently circle it then blew cool air from his mouth.
Lord. The feeling was simply erotic. I brought my breast closer to his mouth not wanting to lose the connection.
A loud pop echoed across the room.
I jumped.
"You are a greedy little girl," he said. "I try to help you and you want more than I am willing to give. You have to learn patience. Things will come to you in time." He took his finger and rubbed it slowly against my now hardened nipple. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could catch it. He walked away and brought a chair and placed it directly in front of me. He sat down, crossed his legs and studied me with complete calm.
Now. I want you to understand the particular torture of being suspended from the ceiling while a man who looks like that sits in a chair and simply looks at you. It is its own category of experience.
"I am going to ask you some questions and I want complete honesty," he said. "If you lie I promise we will do things that haunt you for the rest of your life. If you tell the truth we will give your body, mind and soul the pleasure it deserves. That pleasure that is locked in that tiny place right here." He pointed just above the apex of my sex. "I promise and I never break a promise. It will open up a desire you did not even know you had."
His words alone were sending heat racing through my body.
"Ask," I managed. It came out as more of a pant than a statement.
"Are you truly ready to release that last bit of lingering fear that keeps you from fully experiencing what your body was designed to do? Do you want the pleasure we can invoke? Do you want me and Jacob to take you to heaven and back?"
His eyes had darkened steadily over the course of asking those questions.
My mind launched an immediate and very loud protest. NO. HELL TO THE NO. NADA. DO NOT DO THIS. Did he just say him and Jacob? Together? No, no, no. I was not ready. I had not prepared for this. I was nowhere near this category of experience.
But my body.
My body had already filed all of that away under irrelevant and moved on without me. It was screaming for a single touch from his lips, his mouth, his fingers, whatever he wanted to use. I turned my head. I could not look at him. He stood up and grabbed my chin and the rush of sensation from that one simple action sent a hot wave of pure torture straight to my sex.
I licked my lips. My tongue touched his fingertip that had come to rest close to my mouth.
"I don’t like to repeat myself Cadence," he said quietly. Then louder: "I am going to ask you one more time. I know you want it. That little lick of your tongue just told me everything. But I need you to say it."
I closed my eyes as he raised his voice on that last part and jumped. Liquid pooled at the opening of my sex.
"YES. YES. YES. I want it."
He smiled at my words and licked me slowly from my neck to my ear. He pressed his lips against my earlobe and massaged it with his mouth. This man was going to make me orgasm in the very spot that held me captive and I would not be able to do a single thing about it.
"Good. Because we want you so bad. And I swear you will not regret it."
My eyes were closed as he whispered against my warm skin along my collarbone without ever touching it. His head moved down between my breasts. I could feel his fingers tickling me deliciously, sending shockwave after shockwave through my body. His breath blew against my skin and a light sheen had suddenly appeared across it. He took his finger and started to trail down the invisible path his breath had left behind.
All I could do was arch into his touch.
This man was pure sexual desire walking around in human form. No one would ever be able to tame him. He was a loose cannon just waiting to find that perfect target to load, aim and fire.
He sat back in his chair and rubbed those magic fingertips down my stomach slowly and I was fairly certain my essence was actively escaping from between my legs at this point and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
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