STUCK 2

Chapter 14

Dreams were strange think of. They furtively dash through the dark hallways of your mind, gathering information that you wouldn't share with your closest friends only use it against you, to hurt you  when you think you cannot be, in slumber. Sometimes you catch their lies, their raw nature of fantasy, and despite the choice of waking up, you sleep, crafting the story, designing the setting, consciously adding emotions you could never experience in real life. 

This time it was her home back in India where he had first made an unwelcome intrusion, keeping her on the edge of window before ruining her holiness. In her dreams he would still be the villain, twisted and arrogant, he'd bend her down to his wishes, whispering dirty things in her ear. And unlike she held onto her personality in real life, in fantasy she'd let a sly smile at his actions, pleased by his cocky masculinity, finding a strange pleasure in his diabolical ways. 

He kissed her, her head pressed into the cushion at his force, his lips too demanding to be kept a track of. 

"Spread you legs" he whispered in her ear, showering soft kisses all over her face before descending in her neck. 

She didn't, keeping her legs tightly adhered before his rough hand separated her thighs himself, rubbing on her already wet pussy, experiencing gentle resistance, 

"Are we being defiant today Mrs. Frantino?" he retracted his face from her neck, aiming for her lips again before she turned her face sideways, making his lips land on her cheek. 

"I see we are" and with another jerk he pulled her face by the chin, before descending his lips exactly where he wanted them to be. She tried to get his attention by pushing on his shoulders but he only groaned in response, not getting enough of her mouth. 

"What?" he whispered once he was satisfied, staring at her now red lips, getting fanned by her ragged breath, the distance between them nothing more than few inches, 

"I want to be on top"  she said, very well aware that he disliked the loss of dominance. She was surprised when he portrayed a full set of his perfect teeth in a smile, holding her waist before turning on his side, pulling her body on his, knocking the breath out of her chest,  

"Like this?" he asked, intertwining his lips in hers again, their bodies pressed on to each other, her breasts squeezed on his chest. 

"Yes" she breathed, distancing herself from him, sitting on his body before slowly guiding his manhood inside her pussy, resting her palms on his chest for support before making slow movements, up and down. 

She watched him, just like he watched her bouncing in the moon light. Her gentle moans pulsated as she pleasured herself on him,  finding her pace as he folded his both hands behind his head, watching the beauty on his dick. His penetrative gaze was lewd, derogatory, it roamed over her with indecent intentions, doing things even his manhood couldn't. She crumbled like a dry leaf under his possessive gaze, as it shamefully lingered on her heaving breasts, pinning her face with the expression of endless desire, extreme want. 

"Don't look at me like that" she said, finding his gaze a little too intense to be managed. 

"Like what?" he husked, guiding his hand gently to her outer thigh, tracing her movements as he sensed her losing energy.

"Like you want to eat me" she managed to speak in between her breaths,

"But I want to eat you" he added into his dirty gaze, watching the woman already losing her stamina. 

"You think this gives you control?" He couldn't but mock her logic of thinking she could rule the night if she stayed on the top. And she ignored the question, too immersed in her own experience to think about the power dynamic, realising ever so painfully that her energy was dwindling, her breaths too fast, her movements slowing.

"Let me show you what power is" he whispered in the little space between them, his gaze burning, his intentions sharp. She didn't know what she hoped for, but when he made a move, she couldn't have expected better. She gasped when his hands came squishing down on her smooth waist, holding it in air as he rammed inside her.   

"Oh god" There was no moment given to realization for it was set out so transparently, his authoritativeness visible in the dark. For a moment she sighed knowing that she no longer had to invest her own stamina but when his vicious drive sought impossible depth at an unimaginable speed she couldn't but scream in ecstasy, shocked and delighted all the same.

His viciousness seized whatever energy she had dearly held onto, making her fall on his body as her hair formed a curtain on the side of his face, adding to the desirous moment of the night. 

"Donavan" she pleaded suddenly, hoping he wouldn't slow down his pace, continuing the sweet torture that was now bringing her closer than ever, 

"Again" he whispered, and even through the chaotic noises of the ferocious slaps of their skin and tattered breaths she heard it, loud and clear. 

"Donavan" She held his face, with an intention of kissing him but the more she looked into the dark greenery in his eyes, the longer she wanted to keep watching it and so they stayed like that, glued and sweaty, his pace only fastening. Unable to control the speedy release, she screamed in rapture feeling every cell of her body falling apart, 

"DONAVAN"

Her body jerked into sitting, sweat trickled down her neck as her breaths became harder, struggling to calm themselves even when she realised she was out of the torturous nightmare. Little did they know they were only going to be harsher. 

Her heart skipped a beat, her guts coiled in fear when she looked in front of her, as Donavan stood leaning on the wall besides the door, 

his keen gaze pointing straight into her eyes.