Page 10 of Elemental Love (Warlocks #1)

He flinched as something slithered across his ankle.

A second stem, issuing from one of the bottom corner posts of the bed was winding around his calf, pulling it so that his legs parted wider.

Dominic bent his knee, tugging in an attempt to free himself but only managed to encourage the plant to hold him tighter.

New shoots found his other limbs. Fresh, leafy growth embraced his wrists and ankles.

Dominic found himself gradually pulled into a spread-eagle position on his bed.

He yanked harder at the stems but they would not break.

They kept tugging until his naked body was stretched taut.

“Not a dream, this is a nightmare.” But it seemed so real. The stems thickened, holding him in place as firmly as any chains could have. He was completely helpless.

Dominic attempted to slow his breathing and calm down.

This was nothing more than a waking dream.

Perhaps if he relaxed, his mind would allow him to awaken.

One by one he allowed his muscles to release their tension, and for a few moments nothing happened.

He was still held in place but his bonds stopped moving and growing.

He gave himself a mental pat on the back.

Dreams were nothing more than his subconscious playing tricks, or so he’d heard or read somewhere.

His encounter with Evrain had stressed him out and now he was paying for it with some kind of erotic out-of-body experience.

Except, as far as he was concerned, he was firmly inside his body and in control of his thoughts.

For Christ’s sake, he was tied to his own bed by a mutant oak!

Tied down. Spread-eagled. Utterly exposed and defenseless.

His cock, which had wilted a little, hardened into stiff rigidity.

Dominic moaned. His deepest, darkest fantasies were coming true. Secret longings that he had spoken about to no one, brought to the surface in a dream that had him doubting his sanity.

“No!” Dominic jerked his head up and strained to see what was going on farther down his body.

A slim creeper wound sinuously around the base of his shaft, forming a living cock ring, ensuring that he stayed erect.

The touch was torment. Strangely, Dominic wasn’t scared.

He still thrashed hard against the waxy green restraints in an attempt to free himself, but to no avail.

The ache at his wrists and ankles just served to make him even harder.

Pre-cum gleamed at his slit and his balls throbbed with heat.

In his mind, he acknowledged that he would have been disappointed if his struggles had succeeded in breaking his bonds.

He stilled to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heart.

Accept the dream, Dom. Go with the flow.

Admit you love this. He closed his eyes and focused on the grip of the plant.

He would probably have bruises by the morning where he’d fought, but now there was no attempt to squeeze or hurt him.

His hands and feet were not tingling or cold so his circulation wasn’t affected.

That gave him comfort. The stems had made no attempt to encircle his neck or cause him harm.

The message was clear. If he submitted, he had nothing to worry about.

Dominic felt the stirring of a breeze around his body.

He hadn’t opened a window because the night air had an intense chill.

There had to be a draft coming from somewhere that he hadn’t noticed before.

This seemed more directed, though. It was as if someone was gently blowing warm, moist air across the head of his cock.

He craned his neck to look but there was nothing to see.

He was giving himself neck ache and let his head collapse back against the pillows.

The soft sensation was maddening. It didn’t provide nearly enough stimulation for him to come, instead it had him craving more. A proper touch.

From the corner of his eye he caught movement.

Jerking his head from side to side, he watched as new shoots appeared from the bedposts.

Not stiff enough to be termed twigs, they were more like vines or creeping ivy, but covered with oak leaves.

The plant seemed sentient, moving with purpose.

Assaulting from both sides, tiny tendrils tightened around his nipples, squeezing to the point of pain.

Dominic gasped and arched his back only to be pressed back to the bed by wider stems across his thighs.

He threw his head back and yelled as fronds circled and squeezed his balls.

Stimulation of so many sensitive spots at one time was unbearable.

He was going to come. A part of him resisted the urge.

He should not be gaining so much pleasure from this uninvited attack on his body.

Dominic sobbed desperately as new stems pushed their way back to tickle the edge of his hole.

The thought that he might be penetrated crossed his mind and he clenched his ass cheeks defensively.

The touches to his balls, his dick and his nipples continued.

Little pinches and jabs that caused momentary, delicious pain.

“Oh God!” Dominic writhed and squirmed as much as he was able in his leafy restraints.

There was no escape from the plant’s attention.

However much he wriggled, the stems were there, touching, probing.

It was as if the thing was exploring, mapping every inch of his body.

Testing every sensitive spot. Working out which areas gave Dominic most pleasure and most pain.

He threw his head back, closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations coursing through him.

Sweat sheened his skin. Muscles clenched and relaxed.

Limbs twitched as the plant found new spots to tickle.

Held on the edge for what seemed like a lifetime, Dominic was desperate to come.

His balls were drawn up tight, his dick leaking pre-cum that the plant seemed to delight in sliding through and spreading.

He gradually became aware that most of his body had been left alone and all the various shoots were now concentrated on his groin.

Stems curled the length of his shaft, probed at his hole, wrapped his balls in a tight grip.

The strange cock ring loosened. Dominic screamed.

He spasmed and orgasmed harder than he could ever remember having done before.

Heat rushed through his body and his vision blanked.

He didn’t see stars, just layers of green.

Emerald upon olive upon lime flashed before his eyes.

He spurted again. Sticky secretions burst from the plant stems, leaving silvery trails on his skin.

Dominic panted, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the stems retreated—unwinding from his limbs, slithering across his skin and disappearing back into the wooden posts and headboard of his bed.

Freed from bondage, Dominic scrambled upright, close to hyperventilating in shock.

If this was a dream, then he had serious issues.

His limbs bore the indentations of the stems where they had been held down so tightly and the evidence of his own release was patently obvious.

Across his thighs, his chest and abdomen, tacky, shiny paths marked where the plant had lain.

“What the hell?” Dominic pinched himself.

He was wide awake. His face heated at the thought of how he had felt, how fear and ecstasy had combined in the heat of an incredible orgasm.

He went to his knees and examined the bed.

The wood was smooth and polished. It appeared no different from any other evening.

Tentatively he let his fingertips brush across the pattern of the grain, circling small whorls, tracing the knots.

Though warm, the furniture gave no indication that it had ever come alive or would again.

“Nuts. I am definitely going freaking nuts,” Dominic muttered.

He was a sweaty, sticky mess and desperately in need of another shower.

Half expecting other inanimate objects in his room to come alive and molest him, he padded to the bathroom with a tumult of confused thoughts and disbelief falling through his mind.

This time, he used hot water. He scrubbed at his skin until all traces of sap—or whatever the hell it was that the plant had left on him—were gone.

“Why do I get the feeling that a plant just came on me?” He shuddered.

Apart from reddened dents around his wrists and ankles, there was no other damage to his body.

All the important parts were unharmed and intact.

Dominic stayed in the shower until the water began to cool.

He switched off the spray, sighing heavily, and grabbed a clean towel for a quick rubdown.

He examined his reflection, softened by the misty moisture coating the bathroom mirror.

Anxious eyes stared back at him. He massaged his temples, fighting off the beginnings of a headache.

He had no idea how he was going to sleep, or ever be entirely at ease in his bed again.