Bound

The contract

Victoria

Victoria couldn't shake the feeling of longing as she dreamt of William once again. She tried to push him away, but her body wouldn't cooperate. His presence was so alluring, so dominant, so primal.

Her hand reached out to touch him, but she knew it was pointless. He was just a figment of her imagination, a mere dream. But why did he feel so real? Why could she feel every touch, every breath of his on her body?

William leaned into her touch, his dark eyes gazing into hers. "Part of you wants me to be real," he whispered, sending shivers down her spine.

"No, I don't want you here," Victoria protested, pulling away from him. "You're not real." But he was real and shirtless as he climbed onto the bed.

Her bra came off effortlessly as his lips descended upon her breasts. The coolness of his breath made her shiver with anticipation. "You bring me to life with your thoughts," he whispered seductively, his voice dripping with desire.

"You own me."

"I don't want you," she protested weakly, secretly hoping she would never wake up from this dream.

William pushed her down onto the bed, his hips grinding against hers. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until she moaned and arched her back, desperate for more.

His hand then slipped into her panties, finding her throbbing clit. Victoria's body trembled with pleasure as he expertly pleasured her breast and pussy, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.

"Tell me to go, and I'll leave," he said as his fingers worked her clit. Victoria couldn't find the words to speak, her mind consumed with his scent and the intensity of his black gaze.

"It's okay to want me, Victoria. I'm here to please you," he whispered, plunging his fingers into her dripping core and drawing a loud moan from her lips.

Their lips collided in a sinful and sensual kiss, igniting a fire within them both. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately, thrusting into her with each stroke. Victoria's hips moved in rhythm with his fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body craving every touch and sensation he provided.

"Please, this is so wrong," she gasped as she pulled away from his lips, her eyes squeezed shut and her body writhing in ecstasy. It wasn't normal to dream of him like this, but she couldn't resist the intoxicating pull he had on her.

His lips hungrily devoured her chest, biting and sucking on her sensitive nipples. Each nip and tug sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her moan and writhe beneath him.

"Mhm, your noises drive me wild," he growled, his fingers teasing her dripping core. "Make them for me again," he commanded, curling his finger inside of her and hitting a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy.

"Please, William, I want you," she pleaded, her body trembling with need.

"Mhm, that's my good girl," he purred, his fingers continuing to pleasure her. "Say it again," he demanded, his pace alternating between slow and deep, driving her closer and closer to climax.

"I want you," she whimpered, her desperation growing with each passing second.

"Such a good girl," William praised her, rewarding her with a kiss on her breasts before taking her nipple into his mouth and suckling hard.

He withdrew his fingers a moment later, denying her release. "Not yet, my dear." She whimpered in protest, but he silenced her with two fingers thrusting into her mouth.