I find myself standing in a corridor that looks like it belongs to a club. Red strobe lights pulse rhythmically along the walls, casting everything in scarlet glow that shifts and moves. Heavy bass music thumps through the space, so loud I feel it vibrating in my chest with each beat. The air is thick and warm, almost suffocating, carrying the scent of sweat and expensive perfume.
I walk forward, my heart rate accelerating with each step I take. Closed doors line both sides of the hallway, painted black and identical except for small numbers marking them. As I pass one, I press my ear against the wood. Moaning comes from inside, loud enough to hear over the music – a woman’s voice, high and breathless, punctuated by deeper groans.
I move on. This place is decadent and shameless, and everyone here seems to be doing exactly what they want behind closed doors.
At the end of the corridor sits a red door that looks different from the others. It stands out like a beacon, drawing me forward, so I walk toward it with mounting anticipation building in my chest. My hand trembles as I reach for the doorknob. I hesitate for a brief moment, swallowing heavily, then I turn the knob and push the door open.
The room inside is small and intimate. Bare walls surround a single piece of furniture dominating the center of the space. It’s a table, but not like any normal table. It resembles something from a doctor’s office, the kind where you lie back with your legs spread and bent, except this one is covered entirely in black leather. Cuffs hang at the corners where hands would rest, and chains dangle where feet would be secured, the metal gleaming dully in the low lighting.
The smell hits me next. It’s leather and sex, thick in the air.
Heat floods through my body, and I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. My arousal builds fast, and I want to strip naked right here, climb onto the table, and wait. Just wait and see who will come to me. At the back of my mind, I feel like I know exactly who it will be, but the information stays frustratingly out of reach. I can’t quite grasp it.
The horniness that took over is briefly dampened by shame. I’m disgusted with myself for wanting to offer myself to whoever will take me. For craving this so badly. But this is a dream, right? I recognize the lucid state I’m in, which means it’s a lucid dream that I can control. There’s no harm in it. I can’t want these things in the real world, but here, in my own mind, I can indulge safely. I’m allowed to want what I want.
I move toward the table. My fingers reach out and run over the soft leather surface, and my fingertips tingle at the contact, sending sparks up my arm. I wonder what it would feel like to press my bare back against it, to feel the leather warm under my skin.
From the corner of the room comes a low, deep growl.
The sound vibrates through my entire body and settles hot and heavy low in my belly. I become aware of the wetness between my thighs. Fuck, I’m soaked. I turn toward the sound.
A dark figure emerges from the shadows. The first thing I notice is his charcoal-gray skin, then his massive stature, broad shoulders, and powerful build. My eyes are drawn to the hard cock between his thighs, prominent and impossible to ignore. I lick my lips involuntarily.
Zeth.
My bodyguard.
And now I remember. He’s a symbiote, we share my body, this is a dream, and he’s inside my dream with me.
Zeth moves toward me with measured steps. My heart beats so wildly it’s almost painful, but I stay put and wait. I’m curious to see what he’ll do. He reaches out and brushes my cheek with the back of his hand. The simple touch ignites my entire body, and I lean into the contact, craving more.
I look up at his face and see gentleness in his solid black eyes.
“Wren, wake up,” he says softly.
I’m confused.
“What?”
“Wake up. We’re not doing this. I’m ending the dream.”
I open my mouth, and I might just tell him how disappointed I am, but then…
I jerk awake, gasping and panting. My skin is slick with sweat, and I feel overheated. I throw the duvet off me, the chilly air helping a little. My panties are soaked through, uncomfortable and clinging to my core. Fuck, I would give anything right now for release.
“Are you all right?”Zeth asks.
Despite the extreme embarrassment I’m feeling, I force myself to reply.
“Yes.”
I get out of bed quickly and go to the bathroom. I don’t turn on the bright overhead light, just splash cold water on my face until I feel normal again. I drink directly from the faucet, gulping water like I’ve been running for miles. I can’t bring myself to look in the mirror.
“I’m sorry,”I tell Zeth.“Thank you for stopping the dream.”
“I promised I would.”
“I’m going back to sleep,”I say.“It won’t happen again.”
