“Mistress, what needs could I attend to this day?” The familiar raspy voice came from a few feet above me, and I opened my eyes. The air was warm, I didn’t hurt anywhere, and the view was exceptional. I was in my void dream… kind of.
I blinked up at the gorgeous man who had spoken, his skin the color of a starlit night, though the sky above him showed the pinks, blues, and reds of dawn.Huh.Not my night sky after all. This was new.
The man lowered his lashes before I could make out the color of his eyes, but I took in his body, the galaxy-studded ridges of muscles that vanished only under the black and white French maid’s outfit he wore. I grinned at the tiny skirt that had a lump in the front I’d never seen on a French maid, or any other kind. That was new, and kind of genius. My dreaming mind was super smart and creative.
“Please, let me serve you?” he asked again, pushing my long hair back from my face, his hand sending sparks all down my body. My naked body, suspended in the air. I tried to sit up, but he pressed me back down. “Relax, beautiful Mistress. Let us bring you all you desire.”
“Us?” I craned my head to see who else was in my void dream. I’d only imagined faceless guys up until now. The chocolate had had more personality than the ones feeding it to me. But this time, the ends of the hammock ropes at my feet and head were being held by two ridiculously ripped men, one of them dark-haired and probably the most gorgeous man ever created, the other a massive bear of a man with a beard and small whorls that might be tattoos all over his mouth-watering body.
His mostly, but not completely, bare body. I wrinkled my nose. He had on a little toga-skirt thing, and I was not having it. I needed to see if the tattoos went all the way down, and then? I might need to feel them. They looked like they had an interesting texture.
“Nakedness is mandatory,” I decreed, my fingers twitching. “From now on. No clothes allowed. Nothing to cover up… all the goodness.”
Rumple reached up to his neck and began to slowly untie the ribbon that held up the ridiculous miniature dress. “Your wish is our command. But Mistress…?”
I lifted an eyebrow and licked my lips, my mouth gone dry. “Yes, Rumpleservant?”
It wasn’t him that answered, but another man who had just appeared at his shoulder, who had impossible blue and gold eyes and a voice that sounded like bells. Or angels, if such things existed. “But you commanded us to wear melted chocolate a few moments ago, Mistress,” he finished for Rumple. “For us to dress you in, and to lick until you are clean and begging for more. Is the warm chocolate permitted?”
“Begging for more what?” I whispered.
“Let us show you,” he said. “One after another, each one of us worshiping your body as it was always intended. Feasting on you, and filling you… bringing you the sweetest pleasure.”
Handing the chocolate to Rumple, he moved down to my feet and took hold of the rope hammock one side at a time, wrapping the edges around each ankle, securing my feet. Then the bear-sized man used his large hands to spread the hammock apart from the center, and my legs parted along with the ropes.
“Perfect. Hold her like that.” His hot gaze fixed between my open thighs, Rumple moved closer again, looming over me, and lifted the pitcher of chocolate. Slowly, he poured the warm sauce all over my body, covering me from the top of my bare mound to my thighs.
Then he dropped to his knees on the sand, and inhaled deeply. “You smell delicious, little one. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Then don’t,” I managed to squeak.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, touching his tongue to my thigh and swirling it around. My toes curled as he drew patterns on me that seemed intentional, shapes I didn’t recognize. He hummed as if he was savoring the chocolate, but when he lifted his head, he murmured, “You taste even better.”
Then he buried his face in between my legs, eating the sauce, and me, as if he would never stop. Spirals of pleasure, so sharp I wasn’t sure I would survive it, began to uncoil in my core, like his mouth was the stone thrown into the waters of this moment, and he’d awakened some sleeping bliss that was too big for me.
Too big for me to hold in. The pleasure grew faster and faster, his tongue moving in perfect figure eights on my clit, until I let out a whimper, sure I was going to explode.
Suddenly, he stopped. “Have you had enough, little one?”
“Never… stop,” I panted. “Never… stop!”
All the men answered together, Rumple’s voice muffled by his once again very full mouth. “Yes, Mistress.”
This time, he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked, pulling at my most sensitive place until the sky above rained stars down onto my dreaming form, and my body pulsed in that world… and the ether.
“Should I keep going?” Dream Rumple asked, teasing. I really wasn’t sure I would survive it if he kept going.
“Stop, please,” I had just begged, when my eyes popped open, and another Rumple was there, his lips beside my ear, though I couldn’t see this one.
“What’s wrong, little one? Were you dreaming?”
“Wha—I’m not doing anything! Nothing at all!” I jerked myself out of the fantasy, wondering if the throbbing between my legs meant something had just happened, or something was about to.
“Nothing at all?” Rumple’s voice reminded me so much of the fantasy, that my lady parts did a little fist pump just hearing him. “Were you creating your void dream? How far did you get?”
“Not far enough,” I muttered, squeezing my invisible legs together. My lady parts were chantingPe-nis, pe-nis,over and over, like they were placing an order at a rowdy bar.
I still didn’t know if Rumple even had one of those. Time to change the subject.
