The Dream
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,941
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Dream
She sat in front of him on a horse, bareback. He had one arm holding her tightly against his muscled chest, the other holding the reins. She kept squirming, trying to get loose, get down from the horse, get away from him. Leaning his head to hers, he softly laid out multiple, painful sounding threats in a deep, sexy voice and she immediately stopped struggling, whimpered lightly and surrendered.
They came to a stop at the edge of a brook. He tossed the reins around a low branch of a tree, and turned to her, hands on hips. "Where's all your fight now, little girl. Now that we're on solid ground."
She saw the subtle smile, and sharp glint in his eyes, and knew she was still in trouble. But perversely, lifted her chin, and stepped up to him. Disarming him with a quick kiss to his lips, she whispered, "Here." With a sharp crack, she slapped her handprint on his cheek, and turning from those warm, chocolate eyes before they narrowed and frightened her, began to flee. She managed several yards from him before he tackled her and they both fell to the soft grass. Turning onto his back, he held her slender wrists behind her, and stared - unblinking - ruthlessly into her eyes.
She felt her heartbeat increase and fill her ears, and the familiar trickle of fear mingled with excitement. He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching the heightening of color, the beginnings of nervous squirming, the touch of remorse, before speaking. "Looks like it's time for a thorough spanking, little girl."
Seeing her eyes grow round, he add, "And this is going to hurt."
Moving her crossways, he sat up and begin pulling her dress up to her waist, one hand pressing on the small of her back. When she thrust a hand back to try to stop him, he caught the wrist and pinned it behind her. The panties came down next, and adjusting her on his knee, he pulled back his arm and let fly a stinging slap on her bare buttocks. She jumped as the next slap stung the other cheek. Moving his hand with cold precision, he left handprints on every pale inch of skin. After five minutes, he began to increase speed and focus on the tender bottom side of her ass, the pink tint turning a deeper pink then red. By ten minutes, his hand was landing fast and furiously, her cries were in earnest, and his hand stung like a sonofabitch. He stopped suddenly, and calmed his breathing as her tears continued and eventually quieted. He contained the urge to smooth the pain away, and placed one warm hand on her hot skin.
"Are you sorry you slapped me, little girl?" His voice, and the threat of more pain, make her cry her answer.
"Yes."
A loud smack landed on her burning ass. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Are you going to slap me in the future?" His fingers tapped lightly but painfully.
"No, sir!"
"Are you sure?" His palm lifted in warning.
"YES, sir!" She cried, desperate for the punishment to stop.
His hand smoothed over her skin, immediately soothing and calming her. He flipped her over in his lap and held her until her tears dried.
Reaching up, he unzipped the back of her dress and ordered her to step out of it. She kicked off her shoes and stood nude before him.
He told her to turn around, raping her with his eyes, before standing and stripping quickly.
Snagging her wrist, he walked over to a tree, and told her to reach and hold onto a branch. Spreading her legs, he moved in front of her and ran his tongue over her swollen, moist, cunt. Latching on, he grasped her cheeks with strong hands, and brought her quickly, efficiently, to her release, feeling the jerk of her body and listening to her throaty cry, deeper, more sensual that the helpless high, cries of distress he'd forced from her just moments before.
Standing, he moved behind her, angled her body, and pierced her with his fully engorged cock, filling her completely, nearly taking her breath away. He moved slowly, deeply, at first, but eventually, moving his hands around to mold her breasts, piston himself in and out of her with growing heat and power. When his orgasm hit, it ripped out of him in low, growls, and wet slapping thrusts. He pulled her down with him to the soft grass, wrapped around her, and held her until they fell into a light sleep. She dreamt of being ravaged by him, controlled by him, punished and pleased by him. Then woke, hungry for more.
They came to a stop at the edge of a brook. He tossed the reins around a low branch of a tree, and turned to her, hands on hips. "Where's all your fight now, little girl. Now that we're on solid ground."
She saw the subtle smile, and sharp glint in his eyes, and knew she was still in trouble. But perversely, lifted her chin, and stepped up to him. Disarming him with a quick kiss to his lips, she whispered, "Here." With a sharp crack, she slapped her handprint on his cheek, and turning from those warm, chocolate eyes before they narrowed and frightened her, began to flee. She managed several yards from him before he tackled her and they both fell to the soft grass. Turning onto his back, he held her slender wrists behind her, and stared - unblinking - ruthlessly into her eyes.
She felt her heartbeat increase and fill her ears, and the familiar trickle of fear mingled with excitement. He kept his eyes locked on hers, watching the heightening of color, the beginnings of nervous squirming, the touch of remorse, before speaking. "Looks like it's time for a thorough spanking, little girl."
Seeing her eyes grow round, he add, "And this is going to hurt."
Moving her crossways, he sat up and begin pulling her dress up to her waist, one hand pressing on the small of her back. When she thrust a hand back to try to stop him, he caught the wrist and pinned it behind her. The panties came down next, and adjusting her on his knee, he pulled back his arm and let fly a stinging slap on her bare buttocks. She jumped as the next slap stung the other cheek. Moving his hand with cold precision, he left handprints on every pale inch of skin. After five minutes, he began to increase speed and focus on the tender bottom side of her ass, the pink tint turning a deeper pink then red. By ten minutes, his hand was landing fast and furiously, her cries were in earnest, and his hand stung like a sonofabitch. He stopped suddenly, and calmed his breathing as her tears continued and eventually quieted. He contained the urge to smooth the pain away, and placed one warm hand on her hot skin.
"Are you sorry you slapped me, little girl?" His voice, and the threat of more pain, make her cry her answer.
"Yes."
A loud smack landed on her burning ass. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Are you going to slap me in the future?" His fingers tapped lightly but painfully.
"No, sir!"
"Are you sure?" His palm lifted in warning.
"YES, sir!" She cried, desperate for the punishment to stop.
His hand smoothed over her skin, immediately soothing and calming her. He flipped her over in his lap and held her until her tears dried.
Reaching up, he unzipped the back of her dress and ordered her to step out of it. She kicked off her shoes and stood nude before him.
He told her to turn around, raping her with his eyes, before standing and stripping quickly.
Snagging her wrist, he walked over to a tree, and told her to reach and hold onto a branch. Spreading her legs, he moved in front of her and ran his tongue over her swollen, moist, cunt. Latching on, he grasped her cheeks with strong hands, and brought her quickly, efficiently, to her release, feeling the jerk of her body and listening to her throaty cry, deeper, more sensual that the helpless high, cries of distress he'd forced from her just moments before.
Standing, he moved behind her, angled her body, and pierced her with his fully engorged cock, filling her completely, nearly taking her breath away. He moved slowly, deeply, at first, but eventually, moving his hands around to mold her breasts, piston himself in and out of her with growing heat and power. When his orgasm hit, it ripped out of him in low, growls, and wet slapping thrusts. He pulled her down with him to the soft grass, wrapped around her, and held her until they fell into a light sleep. She dreamt of being ravaged by him, controlled by him, punished and pleased by him. Then woke, hungry for more.