“I need more than that.”
Silence.
“Come on, baby, don’t be shy, tell me.”
“But what if I…?”
“Tell me.” I cupped one hand around her neck, not tight, but not loose either, and spoke into her ear.
Her breath hitched, a fast suck in of air. “Okay.” Her throat moved against my palm. “I’d like…I want…you to…”
“What?” I demanded, squeezing her throat, just a fraction. Letting her know I was in charge. I was in control of everything. “What do you want me to do?”
She trembled. “It’s…silly.”
“Nothing is silly, nothing is wrong, not while we’re naked and together. Anything goes.” I let my free hand trail to between her legs and tugged her pubic hair.
She gasped, and then, “When I saw you at the police station that time, and…”
“Go on.”
“And you had those handcuffs, silver, solid, on your belt.”
“Mmm.” I nibbled on her delicate earlobe and stroked down her neck to her sternum.
She whimpered. “And I thought, I had a dream.”
“A dream?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me more.” Now I was really intrigued.
“I dreamed.” She was breathing fast. “That you came to my house, told me I was under arrest.” She laughed. “It’s too embarrassing to tell you.”
“You’d better, otherwise my palm will be meeting your ass.” I slid my hand to her buttock and squeezed. “Do you want to go over Daddy’s knee again?”
She stiffened. “Okay…” There was a shake in her voice. “I dreamed that you told me I was under arrest and then you handcuffed me to the bed and I was at your mercy. You did things to me, lots of things…”
Fuck. I was glad I’d asked the question. “Dirty things?”
“Yes, filthy.”
I slipped my fingers to her clit. “Things like this?”
“And more, much more.”
“I’m liking the sound of this dream.” So was my cock. “What else did I do? Tell me.”
“You fucked me, shoved your cock in my mouth, licked me all over, teased me with my vibe, had me begging for it until eventually you made me come…”
“Did you orgasm in your sleep? Did you actually come during this dream?”
Silence.
“Tell me, baby. I want to know.”
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy. “I woke up in the middle of an orgasm. My hands were over my head, gripping the bed as though I were attached to it, as thoughyouhad attached me toit. My pussy was wet and gripping, spasms clenching it, around nothing, but fuck…it was hot.”
