My Darkest Dreams

We were floating in the air, held in perfect, effortless suspension. As he poised his cock at the edge of my cunt, I felt utterly under his control, fixed in place as he bent gravity and possibility to his will.

He kissed me again, more deeply, and his cock entered me. In and out, he rode me in midair. His hands were human again, or seemed to be, and they squeezed the flesh of my thighs possessively. Pleasure and pain slithered through every inch of my skin. Again and again, my arousal rose to the point of orgasm, only for him to pause, and withdraw until I begged for him to continue. I was subsumed with mindless yearning, as though I made of nothing but nerves, and every one of them was aflame with raw, primordial sensation.

You're mine, he said, and his eyes flashed red.

"Yours," I agreed, knowing I would agree to nearly anything in that moment. My back arched deeply, his arm around my waist keeping my close enough for him to kiss me. "Please," I begged into the kiss.

Somewhere in the distance, there was a voice calling my name, calling to me to open a door.

I didn't care.

Mine, he said into my mind.

"Yours," I said, feeling my eyes roll back in tortured ecstasy.

And the drug-like euphoria took hold of me, warmth and relief coursing through my body in sweet, deep surrender. "Yours."