“Beg me for it, Pet. Beg me to fuck your pretty, pink, tight pussy. Beg for me to make you scream with pleasure,” he purred.
“Please?” I replied lamely.
I listened as the rattling inside his chest intensified, and moaned as he removed the pinching pressure from my right nipple, and soothed the puckered bud with his mouth. Nipping, and then sucking it, his tongue curled around the nipple and pulled it inside his blistering mouth. “I need you inside me, now.”
“I need to own you, Syn, to control you. I want to hear it from your lips. Give me this, Pet. You can do better than that,” he muttered, before clamping his teeth around my nipple, hard enough to pull a cry from my lips. His mouth released my nipple and attacked the other with the pinching pressure still in place. The combination was enough to create a new storm building inside of me.
His fingers found my mound and entered, but it wasn’t what I needed, or what I wanted. I accepted what I could get, and let the storm silently brew until it was sitting on the edge and teetering. “Nice try. Who owns you?” He demanded.
Oh fuck it! It's a dream, right?
“You couldn’t handle owning me, Ryder,” I challenged him, barely hiding a smile as he prepared to enter me with what I needed him to give me. I wanted him buried inside of me until I was a part of him.
“Is that a challenge?” he purred against my ear.
“Take it however you want to, Ryder,” I replied.
“I want to hear it. I want you to beg me to own this pussy. To punish it with this.” He rubbed his massive cock at my entrance again. “Tell me how much you want this cock inside of you. Tell me how bad you need to come. Say it, and I promise to make you come, so many times that you won't remember your own fucking name.”
“Fine, you own me.”
“Mean it,” he snarled as he pushed only the tip of his cock inside of me.
“I'm yours, Ryder,” I whispered, licking my lips.
He pushed himself completely inside of me. I screamed from the fullness he created, but the wetness he’d made smoothed the way, and allowed him to bury himself deep inside of me.
“Good girl,” he whispered, before kissing my lips harshly, his hands running through my hair to hold me still while he fucked me with his tongue and his cock. He was merciless, and I loved it. He was punishing and pleasuring, and I exploded around him, shaking and breaking into a million pieces as he continued to fuck me through the orgasms. He didn't stop there, and soon, another one crested. He kept going as orgasm after orgasm tore through me, rocking me from the inside out.
There was no one else who could do this to me. There was no life outside of Ryder, no other lover would make my body explode and shatter. My mind knew he was feeding from me, and I didn’t care. It was a dream. In the morning, I would deal with reality, but right now I wanted to submit to him—I wanted to be his.
I smiled against his mouth as I felt his body go stiff with his own release. He growled until it became harsh and guttural sounding like a wild animal. My hands fought to get out of the restraints. “Ryder,” I whimpered as I felt something growing inside of me. I moaned, and exploded again, but this time it was violent and shocking.
Something ripped into my neck, and then everything stopped around me, the room was silent. I listened in shock and fear as I felt my blood flow, as if it was being sucked from my neck by a wild animal. I fought against the restraints as stars burst behind my eyelids. My blood pulsed in my ears as the animal lapped at my neck and the blood around the wound.
“Ryder,” I whimpered as I fought against the pain. The dream had changed, and in its place was a nightmare.
Chapter Three
I woke, drenched in sweat. My hand flew to my neck and relief washed over me instantly when I realized I was safely in my bed. I laughed nervously at my own stupidity. “Jeez, Syn, it was just a dream. Nothing more.”
I sat up and looked around the room, and then fell back onto the pillows with a soft exhale. I flipped over and winced as pain shot up my leg. I pulled my leg up and scowled at the angry red welt on my left ankle. What the hell? I rubbed it and blinked my eyes open. I wondered if I must have run into something when I was running away from the mansion. My brain usually didn’t function too well when I first woke up, so I shook it off for now.
I threw my legs over the edge of the mattress, and growled when I heard the board wince from my weight. “Screw this. I need a date with Mister Coffee.”
I tripped down the stairs, set up the coffee maker, and flipped it to brew, before slumping into a chair at the table with my hands covering my face. I needed to figure out how long Adam was going to be down, or if he'd even look me in the eye again after what he'd tried doing to me. I was hoping he wouldn’t remember it.