Dream's Reality

He felt her arch under him, but he remained unmoving atop her. His fingers were firm on her throat, not enough to cut off her air, but making certain she knew she was in his grip and not going anywhere. His face was close to hers, eyes focused only on hers, holding her gaze until she looked away.

"I didn't tell you to move them, so you don't move them. Understand? Next time, you don't get a warning."
 
Sh swallowed hard, it was tough against hos grip, as she slowly nodded. Her body easing only slightly, her back becoming flat with the ground again. "Understood..." she bit her lip slightly, her eyes traveling back up to just face before ending on his eyes.

She wanted to lean forward and nip at lips but his hands holding her down, made it impossible. Then she realized her fingers were still resting on his chest. She flexed them softly, letting the nails squeeze against his skin.
 
"Excellent."

He grinned as he felt her nails against him, but still he didn't move, watching her silently for a moment. And another. His eyes on hers as he simply kept her in his grip and watched her.

And then he was moving, his mouth lowering to hers, lips on lips, tongue flickering against her. His free hand moved between their bodies, palm against the swell of her breast. Her top was still on, the fabric still in one piece unlike the bottoms of the swimsuit, and it was through this fabric that his thumb swiped across her nipple.
 
His gaze was intense. For what felt like a lifetime he just stared at her, and she at him. Her chest heaved slightly, deep inhaling and exhaling as she waited for his move. She was about to say something or move when he's lips were pressed against her. She groaned as she got the first taste, her lips parting to welcome his tongue, caressing it with her own. She whimperd into the kiss as his hand found her breast his finger lightly teasing her nipple, making it hard beneath the fabric. She pushed her chest up, harder against his palm.

Her hands moved lower on his chest until they reached his jeans, one stopping there and other continuing until she found the bulge she craved. Her hand squeezed against it softly as she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth nipping eagerly.
 
His brow furrowed, a low moan into her mouth as he felt her hands against him. His hips shifted above her, tasting her fully as their tongue moved together. He still wore the jeans he'd had on when he stood above her, and he knew she'd be able to feel his cock hardening through them.

Thumb and forefinger found her nipple as her teeth found his bottom lip, and he pinched through the fabric, tugging against her a little. His lips pulled back from her as he sat up above her, releasing her nipple from his grasp as he did, but his other hand stayed across her throat, holding her down. Reaching to the towel, he picked up the scissors she had moved, and in a quick swipe with them he split the strip of fabric that held the cups together, exposing the last of her body to him.
 
A shiver went down her spine as his fingers pulled against her nipple. Her palm moving against his growing erection, her fingers trying find their way around it. But the jeans made it difficult, they had to go. Her other hand moved slowly finding the button, pushing it through the hole to release it.

He pulled back, the shimmer off of the scissors was there again. She chuckled softly, her head rolling back as the cool metal touched her skin, cutting through the fabric so her breasts could fall free, exposed to the cool breeze. Her nipples tighten, hardened more at the feeling.

She felt heat of her core, growing, wanting attention as her hands moved trying to lower his jeans. Her fingers aching to wrap around him. She leaned her head forward, her eyes lustfully meeting his. "You're over dressed again..."
 
"Mmhmm... seems that way."

The fingers around her throat are gone then, and he pulls back from her, sliding down her body just as he'd moved up it. Lifting himself above her, his hands slide under her knees, parting her legs and allowing him to move between them. A glance is cast upwards, a slight grin on his lips, and then he lowers his head between her thighs, seeking tongue stealing a long, slow lick against her.
 
A frown formed on her lips as he moved away from her, but then it faded away as she realized what he was doing. She licked her lips as she watched his head position itself between her thighs. She gasped as his tongue found her, giving a warm, moist caress. Her toes curled in delight as her hips raised allowing him full access to her body. She tossed her head back, her greedy fingers finding her nipples, giving them a pinch.
 
His eyes opened, lifted, watching her fingers as they found her nipples as he hovered over her, savoring her scent, her taste. A grin touched on his lips, and then he lowered his mouth again, his tongue searching, seeking out her clit.

His hands on her legs, he moved them over his shoulders, her calves against his back. Hands sliding against her thighs, his tongue found her clit and moved, slow swirls against the sensitive bud.
 
She let out a loud moan as his tongue found her clit, teasing it. Her back arched, pressing her pussy tighter to his face, her hands gripping down squeezimg her breast before lowering to his head. Her fingers tangled into his hair. She felt the very familiar tightening in her stomach, her pulse picking up as she moaned softly, her already wet opening growing slicker, the juices sliding down her back side.

She clenched her legs, holding his body tight between her thighs, her fingers tugging his hair in a slightly rough manner. Her hips moving in small bucks against his face.
 
He felt her react, and couldn't help the quiet moan that formed in his throat. His tongue flickered quickly and suddenly, lips pressed tightly against her and sucking softly, filling his mouth with her taste. One hand left her thigh, moving in under his chin, and he curled two fingers into her. They were quickly wet with her arousal, and he moved them inside her, curling and uncurling them each, beckoning her.

His mouth left her suddenly, heading lifting as he looked up the length of her body, his fingers moving inside her still.

"I hope you know you're not cumming without permission... right?"
 
Her body shuddered as his fingers filled her before pulling out, only to thrust back in. Her moans grew louder as she tugged harder at his hair, trying to hold still as his lips sucked tightly on her clit. She felt a small sheet of sweat forming on her brow as her back arched, allowing his fingers to probe deeper.

A small growl formed low in her throat at his words. "Oh, fuck!" Her body clenched, her mind trying to calm itself. She knew him well enough to know if she came... well she would be fucked. No pun intended.

She groaned as her silk walls tightened against his fingers, trying to ease the tension inside of her without letting lose. But she could feel it... she could feel her orgasm building at each thrust of his fingers, each touch to her clit. The slickness was growing, more juices leaking out around his fingers.

Don't cum... don't cum...
 
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, and he lowered his mouth again, his tongue finding her clit. He had no plans to make it easy on her, of course, and so he redoubled his efforts, fingers working quickly, steadily inside her. She was wet, hot, tight around his fingers, coating them in her wetness as he urged her closer and closer, pushing her mercilessly to the point when she could take no more.
 
She couldn't moan, all she could do was take sharp quick breaths as her orgasm built. His thrusting became faster and deeper, pushing her closer. She body shook. Don't do it... don't do it! It was too late. Her body went rigid as her juices gushed out, puddling onto the towel under her ass. She took one last gasping breath before her body relaxed in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Panting, the grip on his hair loosened, her arm falling onto her thigh.

Then she tensed again... Shit.

Her eyes trailed down her body to where he sat, she suddenly felt scared.
 
It hit her, and he could feel as it moved through her body, feel her tense against and around him, and he kept fingers and tongue moving, working together, letting her ride out her orgasm.

If she was going to pay for it, may as well make it a good one.

He felt her fingers loosen in her hair, and he left her suddenly, mouth and fingers gone from her soaked pussy, and he moved her legs off his shoulders. He was silent as he took to his feet, standing above her. He stepped from between her legs and moved up, bare feet on the towel on either side of her. Bending, one hand gripped her hair and pulled her head up, the other pressing his wet fingers against her lips.

"Clean them. Every drop."
 
She watched him closely as he moved to stand before her, his feet moving to plant themselves between her thighs.

Fuck... Then her head was yanked back, her eyes watering lightly at the sting. His fingers placed so close to her lips, she could smell her juices. She licked her lips, before obeying his command, opening her mouth to take them in, her tongue brushing softly tasting herself on hos salty fingers. She moaned softly at the taste as hee tongue ring pressed against his fingers, sucking until they were clean.

Then with his fingers still in her mouth her eyes moved to glance up at him curiously . A tiny voice in her head saying... that can't be it. That cant be the punishment.
 
He watched her, intently, as she took his fingers between her lips and he felt her tongue against them, the warm metal of her tongue ring bumping them every few moments. He nodded, just slightly, as her eyes met his, and then withdrew his fingers. His hand still in her hair, he began moving back towards her feet, pulling her with him, using his grip to eventually pull her to her feet in front of him.

He leaned to the side slightly, looking past her shoulder, and grinned as the pole, rising about six feet out of the sand, appeared behind her. Palm open and facing up, he held his hand out to the side then, a quick flash of reflected lightly as a thin metal chain dropped into it. Closing three fingers over he, he left his thumb and index finger free, and it was these which moved then, catching her nipple between them and using it to pull her closer to him.

"Tell me," he said, rolling the hard point between his fingers, "Have you ever had nipple clamps suddenly pulled off of you before?"
 
A small whimper lodged itself in her throat as she scurried to keep up with his pulling. Her upper body moved forward, her legs folding under her before pushing up onto her feet. The less he had to force her, the less pain she felt from the tugging on her braided hair. That was the idea anyways.

Once she was full up, standing straight before him, she took a deep breath. Resisting the urge to rub her head, trying to soothe the pain, she curled her hands by her side. His grin sent a shiver down her spine, she knew something evil was being planned.

Her eyes locked on his face, trying to read him, when something clasped down onto her nipples causing her to jump slightly, her breath caught. It wasn't painful, but it was surely surprising. She but down on her lip, her hands curling even tighter to keep from swatting the clamps away.

"No... I haven't." She muttered softly, a little too much pleasure in her voice, more than she wanted.
 
A low chuckle sounded in his throat at her reply, and the tone in which it was given, and he replied with a simple nod, releasing her nipple from between his fingers. The hand that had pulled her to her feet returned to her hair, fingers curling around her braid like a leash and pulling her with him.

Wishing things into existence turned out to be quite useful, and thanks to this he pulled her along to the pole standing out of the sand that had not been there only minutes before. Moving around in front of her once there, so she faced him with the pole between them, nimble fingers made quick work of attaching one clamp to a hardened nipple, circling the connected chain once around the pole, and then capturing her other nipple in the other clamp. Simply put, any movement in any direction except towards the pole meant one or both clamps would be yanked, in rather unceremonious fashion, off her nipples.

This accomplished, he hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his.

"If I were you, I'd try to hold still. Now... hands behind your back."
 
She turned her head slightly, trying to see what he was focused on. All she saw was a pole that was not there moments prior, she hadn't even felt its arrival. Strange... she normally knows when something is changed in her realm.

She turned back toward him, confused, at the same moment his fist tangled into her hair, jerking her toward the pole, moving her next to it. His hands moved swiftly, pulling her close to it, a small chain linking her nipples together, the pole between them. Any movement and the clamps would pull and pinch. She glanced down at her breasts, , licking her lip softly as she leaned back, feeling the instant bite. She wasn't going any where... at least not without the clamps ripping off.

"Now, hands behind your back..."

She wasn't always one to follow orders, but a little voice in her head screamed telling her that was a bad idea. Slowly, she moved her arms, entwining her fingers. Her eyes glancing nervously up at him. "Should I be saying 'yes master?'" She asked with a perked brow.
 
He couldn't help but to grin a little at her question, his finger slipping out from under her chin as he moved around both her and the pole to stand close behind her. One arm slips around her neck, keeping her body close against his without pulling on the clamps, while the other moves around her hip, his hand slipping between her thighs and fingers teasing feather-light against her.

His lips are near her ear when he whispers, "'Sir' will be fine. Now... you've been a bad girl. Bad girls must be punished, but I think you can do better..."

A finger moves against her, finding her clit and teasing in a slow circle for a moment before moving away.

"So we're going to teach you some self-control. You'll get a little of this..." His fingers return to her clit, slow and teasing touches against her for a few precious seconds before moving away again.

"And a little of this..." His hand moves from her mound, body shifting behind her, and a sharp smack on her ass fractures the stillness around them. Without hesitation, his arm is back around her hip, fingers teasing between her thighs again.

"When you can no longer take one, just say 'switch' and I'll switch to the other. And this time, if you cum without permission?" His arm around her neck tightens, pulling her body back and making the chains taut and the clamps pull on her nipples. "Then I'll make sure it's an entirely unsatisfying one... and I'll yank you away from this pole and you'll get to find out what it's like to have those clamps pulled off suddenly. Understand?"
 
Her eyes fell shut as he stepped closely behind her, his hand once finding her throat, pressing their bodies together. Sir, it was... She whimpered softly, feeling his hand caressing her thigh, her slit growing moist again at the touch.

She could feel his warm breath, tickling her neck as he whispered. The punishment. She knew it would still come, but honestly wasn't the clamps enough?

Then his hand moved, pressing to her clit, rubbing slowly. Her toes curled at the touch, a small shiver coursing through her body as he rubbed the sensitive bud. All to soon his hand was gone, only momentarily as he spoke about control. She hissed lightly, her arms jerking as his hand came across her ass in a harsh slap.

"Oh, fuck..." she whispered. His hands returning back to her front. The spot where his hand made contact stinging lightly. She gasped as her body was tugged back, the clamps and chain pulling on her nipples. She groaned softly, biting down on her lip, wincing from the sensation. Her hands curling into fist behind her.

Understand? She nodded slowly, pushing her chest forward to relieve some of the tension, though not much. "Ye--yes, I understand..."
 
She fluttered down onto her seat. Her perfect cloud. Soft, plush, cradling her body as she let her weight fall on it. A unbeatable comfort.

Well, not true. There was one thing more comforting that her cloud, but it was currently unavailable, so she the cloud had to do.

She let her leg dangle over the side, hitting water that should have been miles and miles down. It was her Dreamland and she could make anything happen if she wanted, so the rules of the universe can bite her. The water was cool, refreshing, even tickling against the sole of her foot as she swayed it over the top of the liquid.

With a snap of her fingers, her notepad appeared in her lap. Her brow coming together as she thought.

A script... hmm. What to write for him?
 
November 1st

Seventeen years ago I lost you to a weak heart. The chance to know you was stolen from me far too soon.

But that doesn't mean that I don't cherish you every day of my life.

I've heard the stories. I've seen the pictures. And I have absolutely no doubt that you were not a great woman. Beautiful, inspiring, and wonderful. As sweet as they could possibly come. You are the reason I write, the reason roses make me smile, the reasons I hope to one day teach. You make me want to be strong.

My goal is to one day walk in your shoes. To be where you have been. To stand where your feet has. I only wish that I could do it today on the anniversary of your death.

I can not cry because I lost you, truth is I never really knew you. My tears only fall because I was never given the chance. And though I am not spiritual, my beliefs are when you die, you die, if there is a Heaven I know that's where you would be. And I hope one day, when the time comes for me to lay down my head in eternal rest, I get to meet you again.

But until that day comes, your face will be the only thing I see when I smell roses. And I hope I do your name justice.

I love you Gammy, I always will.
-Your Granddaughter.
 
The Girl With the Crimson Eyes

(My little Halloween piece, even if it's late. Ending kinda sucks but after reaching 2000 words I was kinda just trying to get it done and over. I'm not super impressed with it but... whatever, it's written.)

Another Halloween. Another day of people pretending to be something they are not. She found it adorable. Kids dressed as characters from movies or television shows, adults dressed as scary creatures. What she found hilarious was the women who were in lingerie with some sort of animal like tail or ears claiming it was a costume. It's not a costume, you twits! She thought, spotting a woman in barely nothing more than a bikini and bunny ears. While she could appreciate the allure of what they were wearing, she found the lack of effort annoying. Wearing cat ears and a corset doesn't make you a cat.

So far she had seen a number of different things walk through the club doors. Several vampires, several "animals," and even a few sexy witches. She like the witches costumes. Regardless of how revealing they were, it was mostly true to the real nature of witches. Although, the ones who painted their face green and put fake warts on were another annoyance. All the witches she's actually met were beautiful creatures. It was the same with vampires too, they didn't really wear capes or "sparkle." (What was with the sparkling anyways?) But she could understand how most humans wouldn't understand how theses creatures really were. After all, they were just a piece of fiction in their eyes.

If only they knew the truth about all the made up beings they disguised themselves as...

Oh, the mission, right. She cleared her head, pushing the thoughts of humans and their lack of knowledge aside. She can rant about that later for now she had to find what she was searching for. What was she searching for? Well, what most magical creature like herself was on the one night they could roam free. A helpless, oblivious person to sate her hunger. Not for blood like vampires, not a heart like werewolves, not for seed like a Succubus. Okay, so she did want seed but not for breeding purpose, her want was purely for fun.

After a year in Hell and she didn't want ice water, although that was nice to get too, no. She wanted a warm body pressed against hers.

So here she was, sitting in a dark, corner booth waiting for the right man to walk into her view. She took a sip of her red wine. She couldn't tell you the name of it but what she could tell you was it was cheap and tasted like shit, but it satisfied her thirst. The waitress made another round past her table, eyeing her before giving a small smile. "Nice costume," chirped the young girl.

She couldn't help what came out of her mouth as her lips twisted into a vulpine smile . "Costume? What costume?" The girl gave a chuckle, assuming she was joking, before scurrying away to help other guest. She knew exactly what the girl meant, but truth be told the only costume she was wearing was the gossamer dress that didn't cover hardly any of her. Everything else was all real. The pitch black hair, the red eyes and lips, the white skin, the small cracked like lines running along the side of her face. She would have donned her wings but people always wanted to touch them. They look so real! Can I feel them?! Sadly, ripping their hands off for touching her didn't help her blend too well.

And if she didn't blend it was all screaming and panicking, then she'd never get her prize.

She dipped her long, black nail into the wine, swirling it idly before moving to her lips, licking the sweet drink off of her finger. A hint of discouragement creeping up, normally she would have found someone by now. Looks like this year she wasn't going to get what she wanted. A few men had already made passes on her but none sparking her interest. Drunk, blubbering like idiots, falling all over the place. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, regardless of her intentions she still had standards. And frat boys didn't rank very high for her. She wanted someone who was strong willed. Someone intriguing.

That's when she spotted him.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a normal button down shirt, strangely she was not annoyed by his lack of effort. Oh, was he was a wonderful sight though; light brown hair with a slight red shade, pale green eyes that seemed a tad upset, broad shoulders, a perfectly kissable broad jaw line. A smiled curled on her lips, he'll do.

She didn't even realized she was tipping the glass to her lips, swallowing the cheap wine as she stood. His back to her, he made his way through the busy club toward the bar. Her steps following a few feet behind. Once he reached the bar she heard him speak in a deep melodic tone. "Club soda, please." It made her grin grow, she wanted to hear more of this voice. Her body aching to press against his back.

"You're at a Halloween party and not dressed up?"

The soft, smooth voice brought his head around, jaw almost dropping at the sight. She was beyond beautiful; plumb red painted lips, tall with curves hidden under a black gown. Her red eyes staring at him intensely. He had to take a sip of his drink just to moisten his mouth. "I am dressed up..." he stated simply, his eyes roaming over her body before back to hers.

She gave a small smile flashing a line of perfectly white teeth, her eye brow perking in wonder. "Oh?" she asked, moving to sit her empty glass on the bar. Her body turning to face his. He could see the outline of her nipples beneath the sheer fabric, the lightly erected buds pressing against it. "How so?"

He flashed a small grin back, his hand gripping the glass cup. The need to let his eyes trail, stare at her body overwhelming. But that was not polite, he did his damnest to keep them on her eyes. "Well, I'm a serial killer. And the costume," he gestured to the jeans and shirt, "fit because serial killers look just like everyone else."

She gave a small laugh, the action causing her breast move beneath the fabric. Her eyes flicking to his shirt before she turned to the bartender, sliding the glass over toward him as he prepared to fill it. "I see... clever." Her voice playful, sweet, yet seducing.

He gave a small nod, taking another sip of his drink. "And you? What are you suppose to be?"

Her lips twitched as she turned back toward him. A simple step closer put her lips next to his ear. "I'm a Demon..." she whispered before pulling away, her fingers finding the full glass for a sip.

He caught her eyes as she moved away, funny... normally you could see the contacts on someone's eyes, but there was no hint of any. Obviously it would be crazy if those were her actually eyes. Not to mention impossible. "Are you now?" Another sip, another urge to let is eyes wonder. "And what's a Demon doing in a place like this?"

"Looking for a victim. Someone who's soul I can lay claim on." She let her nail dip into the wine. "And you?"

"Same."

She laughed again, her breast moving, his eyes wanting to stare. "Of course." She moved her finger from the wine, moving the glass to her lips. "Two predators both searching for victims. How amusing. Well... I wish you luck with your search." She flashed those white even teeth again, a small tip of her head then she was moving away, glass of wine in hand.

He wanted to say something, invite her stay but he didn't. He watched her hips sway with each step that took her further away from him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Couldn't pull the image of her pale face out of his mind. His cock twitching at the thought of those lips. Those perfect lips. The vision of red lipstick on certain places made him groan inwardly.

With a sigh he turned back to the bar, drinking is club soda, his mind stuck on the girl and her crimson eyes.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away, moving through the dance floor, the swarm of bodies grinding against each other. A serial killer for a Demon's pet, she chuckled as she disappeared within the crowd. He sparked her interest, and by the look on his face... she sparked his.

Now to wait for the right moment.

~*~*~*~*~*~​

That moment came sooner than she had expected. After he downed another glass of soda he paid his tab and was walking toward the doors. She moved quickly, her body slipping easily through the people, following him out the doors. He stopped for a moment, glancing around as if debating where to go, then moved toward the parking lot. She chuckled lightly, her own eyes glancing around to insure they were alone. The parking lot was dark and lacking humans. It worked perfectly for her means.

She stayed far enough behind to not be heard, but close enough as to pounce when the chance came. She watched as his hands slipped into his pockets, a set of keys coming out and a car's head lights flicker.

Perfect...

She let her pace quicken, the moment he met his car, she met his back. Her arms moving quickly around his waist, splaying against his chest. He jumped at her touch, surprised as he tried to turn to see the assailant. She gripped tighter, the front of her body pressed firmly against the back of his.

"Shh." She hushed, her nails slipping into the holes between the buttons. She gave a pull, ripping the thread that held the buttons on, the soft clicking noise as they hit the ground. Her hands were on his skin, moving softly up his chest. "This is what you want, isn't it?" She purred against his ear.

He stood completely still for a moment, the shock settling in slowly as he recognized the voice, his eyes trailing to the cool hands on his chest. Pale skin, black nails pressed against his skin. He exactly who it was. It was the Demon. He couldn't deny the excitement that came with her soft curves pressed against his body. He felt himself hardening. He didn't speak, unsure what to say, unsure what to do. He just stood still as her hands caressed his chest. An argument playing in his mind as he tried to figure reasons to push her away.

How can any man, in his right mind, push a woman like this away?

She smile, the purr turning into a soft growl as she let her hands savor the warmth of his chest. They trailed downwards, until she felt denim against the heels of her hand. Her demanding voice in his ears again. "Slowly... slowly move to the back of the car and open the door. "

He nodded once, his legs moving to pull his body - and hers - towards the back seat. The moment the door swung out she let her hands cross, taking a hold on his belt loops, pulling him around to face her. The want in her eyes was unmistakable. The need. His eyes stayed locked on hers as she licked her lips.

"Well, don't just stand there... get in." She ordered.

He obeyed again without question, his knees bending to let his tall body enter the back door, his body sliding back against the seat until his head touched the other side. All the while her eyes moved over his body, from head to toe, she was sizing him up as if he was a piece of meat.

Slowly, she followed suit, her body bending as she crawled up him, careful not to let her body touch his. Knees pressed against the seat beside his feet, then his knees, then her knees were reaching his thighs. His breath caught as she leaned her head down, a wet warm tongue running lightly from his sternum to his chin, causing him to shiver. His eyes fluttered closed, her hands seeking his hair, tugging his head back.

She let out a small wicked laugh, her lips so close to his, her calm breath mingling with his heavy one. His heart pounding as she let her body lower onto his, the warm feeling of her curves pressing against him. His cock twitched, hardened against her thigh at the feel . She yanked his hair slightly, his eyes opening to see the fire burning in hers. A grin formed on her lips.

"You seek a victim, as did I. But, I claimed my prize first," her tone dark and cruel, yet strangely seductive. "You are mine until the sun rises, boy."

The moment the dawn came she would be pulled back to Hell, back to her duties punishing the damned. But until that moment came, she was going to punish him.

Without another word she moved her head, sinking her teeth into his neck.
 
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