“I know, and I hope it doesn’t come to that.”
She pauses, and I can tell she wants to say something. I can feel her working up to it. I reach for her thoughts but they’re too scattered, too jumbled with conflicting emotions.
Finally, she speaks.
“Maybe tonight...”Another pause.“Maybe tonight you don’t sedate me. Maybe you let me dream.”
I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. I drink in every word.
“And maybe you join me in the dream.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want... I want to do this before... it all changes and we find ourselves in God knows what mess. I’m sure.”
“Wren...”
She cuts me off.
“Only if you want it, too.”
Her words undo whatever restraint I was trying to maintain. I growl in her mind, voice rough with all the desire I’ve been suppressing.
“I want it. I want you.”
I feel her shudder.
Without another word, she stands from the table and walks into the bedroom.
Chapter Eighteen
Wren
I’m in the playroom at the back of the club. I stand before the table, trembling as I start undressing. Zeth is standing a few feet away, half in shadow, following my every movement with his black eyes.
I pull my t-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. My breathing comes shallow, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Standing in just my bra and panties, I pause and meet his gaze. His black eyes are locked on me, unblinking, and I can see the hunger in them, the raw want that makes my pussy clench and my nipples harden.
I reach behind and unhook my bra, letting it fall. My breasts are exposed now, nipples already aching. I hook my thumbs in my panties and slide them down, kicking them away with the rest of my clothes. Now I’m completely naked, standing vulnerable before him, and the trembling intensifies. It’s not fear, though, it’s anticipation, arousal, need… We’re here, finally. We’ve resisted each other for so long, but we can’t deny the attraction anymore. And I know this is strange. I know this is a dream, but it feels so real. We’re together in my mind, in my body, and… It is real. All of it.
I’m thrilled by the way he’s staring at me, like he wants to devour me whole. His massive cock, fully erect, is evidence enough. Neither of us speaks. We’re both studying the other, taking in every inch of exposed skin, and if I’m breathing heavily right now, so is he.
Zeth steps out of the shadows, moving closer. His eyes travel over my body, taking in my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips, the triangle of dark red curls between my legs… His cock twitches as he looks at me, and I feel my core clench.
“Get on the table,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
The order sends a thrill up my spine. I turn to the leather-covered table, trying to figure out how to get on it without looking like an idiot. It’s higher than I expected and awkward to climb. I brace my hands on the edge and hoist myself up, one knee on the surface, then the other. I’m scrambling, and I feel mortified that he can see everything as I struggle. My pussy is completely exposed as I maneuver into position, and I know he’s watching every second of it.
I finally manage to lie back, and the leather is cold and soft against my bare skin. I bend my legs at the knees, feet flat on the table, and the position leaves me open and vulnerable in the most intimate way possible.
I feel wetness between my thighs and know I’m dripping already. I can feel my own arousal sliding out of my pussy, slick and warm, and the cold air hits my folds and makes me shiver. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to process what I’m feeling. Excitement pulses through me, and my pussy throbs with need, clenching around nothing, but I’m also half ashamed at how easy it is to do this. I’ve never been in this position with anyone before and never let anyone see me like this – every inch on display and every vulnerability visible. He can see every imperfection, and I start shaking. It’s not just that I’m feeling a bit shy at the moment, but the position is arousing in a way I didn’t expect. I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it. The anticipation of what he’ll do next is almost unbearable, and my breathing comes faster, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
Zeth approaches the table. He picks up one of the cuffs and attaches it around my left wrist but doesn’t tighten it too much. I can tell that he doesn’t want to hurt me or leave marks. He does the same with my right wrist, and both my arms are now restrained above my head. Then he moves to my ankles, wrapping the cuffs around each one. The position forces my legsto stay bent and open. I can’t move, can’t close my legs, can’t bring my arms down, and can’t cover myself. I’m completely helpless, and I could come from the thought alone.
“Are you all right?” he asks me. “If you want to stop, just say the word.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes.
“I’ve never been better. Just... do something. Anything.”
