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So there I was, lying in bed with Slade sitting in a chair at one end.

“You can lay down,” I said, my voice raspy with exhaustion, “as long as you’ll sleep. I am so not up for anything else.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he said. “Which is why I’m all the way over here. Go to sleep, I’ve got to wake you in a couple of hours, but I’ve got a book to keep me company.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” I mumbled, burying my head into the cool, clean pillow.

I dimly heard his chuckle as I drifted off.

Sweet, sweet oblivion. As I start to doze, the pain faded away so quickly I let out a languorous sigh.

The removal of pain is almost as good as sex after a while.

I felt the soft sheets around me, the comforting weight of the blanket as I went deeper and deeper…

I lay on a bed covered in red silken sheets that slipped sinuously as I moved. I opened my eyes a crack, and saw that I’d been sleeping on a massive four poster bed with gauzy white curtains hanging down from the canopy.

“Hello.” The mattress dipped as someone came and laid down beside me, pulling my body against theirs.

I looked over my shoulder to see Slade, looking much cleaner but with the same reddish-brown scruff of a beard, his hair a short crop of a slightly lighter colour, gazing down at me.

He reached over and caressed my face, and I saw his bare arm.

“Are you naked?” I asked, rolling over to face him. He ran delicate fingers up my arm, trailing over my neck and cupping my jaw, brushing a thumb over my lips.

“I can if you want me to be. Your wish is my command,” he purred, running the flat of his hand down my neck and collar bone, my nipples pulling tight in anticipation of his callused caress, but he veered off down my ribs, rubbing up and down them, getting closer and closer to my butt.

My clit began to throb lightly, sure that he was going to slip his fingers between my thighs and…

Instead he pulled me closer, so our bodies meshed, and his hand dropped down to my waist, lingering in the small hollow at the end of my spine. It sent curious shivers through my body. “So…” I gasped, “you’d do anything for me?”

“Within reason, love. Talk to me about what you want, and I’ll see what I can do.

” His mouth was suddenly busy, lipping at the skin of my neck and shoulders, the prickle of his beard a tantalising tickle.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, skimming his palm up, up over my stomach and ribs, getting closer and closer…

“Uh…” I moaned, but his hand returned to my jaw, drawing me in for a kiss.

I wanted dream Slade to caress and pluck, tug and suck and spear his fingers inside me.

Freed from pain, my sex drive came rollicking back, twice as strong.

I felt the slickness between my thighs as they moved restively, and I dug my hands in his hair, tangling my tongue with his, pushing my body against his, wanting and seeking more.

“What do you want?” he insisted as I fought to catch my breath. “I’m not doing it until you ask. Tell me, Jules.”

“Tell you what?” I whined, writhing, trying to drag my nipples across his chest, anything for some blessed friction.

He pulled back, pushing me down on the bed and clasping my wrists.

He reared over me, shutting out the light, holding me within the broad shadow of his body.

He kicked my ankles wide but didn’t settle between them, even when my hips bucked underneath him.

“What. Do. You. Want,” he said.

“Touch…” I whimpered.

“Touch what, Jules? Just say it, and I’ll do it. Touch what?”

My eyes flicked open to find I was in my normal old bed, top pushed up around my neck, the sheets draped around my hips.

Slade hung over me in the exact position I’d been dreaming about.

“What’s going on?” I said, blinking. My body throbbed, not struggling to make the transition from sleep to awake like my mind was.

Slade jerked back. “You were still asleep. Fuck, Jules, I’m so sorry. I was trying to wake you up, trying to do it gently, and then you started moaning and talking back to me…” He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm. God, his body was like iron.

“It’s OK,” I said.

Yeah it is! my body said. Let’s tell him what we want and get things started.

Now a little tweaking on the nipples, not too forceful.

Both at the same time would be just grand…

I shook my head, trying to bring my attention back to the concerned looking Slade.

“I was half awake and was kinda dreaming you were doing and saying the same things…”

“We alright? How’s your head? Still hurting?

” I nodded. “Let me get you your meds.” He disappeared, returning a moment later with a glass and some pills.

I pulled the sheet up to cover myself and then swallowed them down.

“Lemme have a look at your eyes,” he said, coming in close.

I smelt the tobacco on his breath as he looked at one, then the other, and felt the heat coming from his body as he bent over me.

He reached up and cupped my chin, turning it towards the light a little, bringing my mind back to the feel of his stubble scraping over my skin.

“Apart from the pain, no light sensitivity or dizziness?” I shook my head carefully.

“OK, well, go back to sleep, and I’ll…” He went to pull away, but I didn’t let go of his arm.

His eyes went from my grip, then back to me. “Princess…?”

“I want…” His hazel eyes grew dark and hard as he watched my mouth move, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Mmm…”

“I…” He took some pity on me, tangling his hand in my hair, then dropping the other to run his palm across my collar bone. “I….”

“You gotta say it, Jules,” he said. “Men, your mum, society has been teaching you all your life not to. But here, you gotta make sure the other person is clear on what you want. You might have noticed, most of the guys here are bigger and stronger than you. The thing that protects you is spelling out what you want.” I made an inarticulate growl, my eyes dropping down.

I couldn’t keep staring into his, it felt suddenly too close, too intimate.

“Your instructions are like a contract. They make it clear what people want…” his lips grazed over mine, “and what they don’t want. ”

“Gah!” I flopped back down, instantly regretting it when the pain in my head flared in intensity.

“You guys are always pushing me! Do this, accept this, be open to this! Maybe I just want to be swept off my feet. Did you ever think of that? Maybe I want you to push me down on the bed, turn me on with awesome foreplay, and then let me see what I want to do from there!”

“Well, OK, princess. I can definitely work with that.” All of a sudden, my wrists were caught together and pulled above my head, forcing my back to arch and my tits to thrust out.

He dropped his head to one, his tongue flickering out.

I whimpered as he circled my nipple with the tip, the sight as much of a turn on as the sensation.

He blew on it and smiled as the skin puckered.

“If you consciously give away control…” he said, pulling back and ripping off his shirt, then pulling his belt free.

He fed the tongue through the buckle. “Then you can get it back, anytime you want…” I looked at him wide-eyed as he caught my wrists in the loop, pulling it tight enough I couldn’t pull free, then tying it off against the bedhead.

“You don’t like what I’m doing, you want me to get you free, you feel dizzy or sick, you say the word Buddy, right? ”

“What is that?” I looked up at the belt. “A safe word?”

“Been reading some BDSM mummy porn, or are there some hidden depths there, princess?” he asked in a low rasp, moving down my body until his head drew level with my breasts. He looked up at me with a sly smile, then wrapped those lips around my nipple and sucked.

“Uh!” My body drew up taut as a bow, struggling to move under the intense onslaught of sensation, his mouth sending rolling waves of pleasure through my body.

Just as I struggled to get my head around that, his other hand circled the other, plucking and stretching the tender tip, almost to that point where intense pleasure bordered on pain.

“I… I…” I gasped.

“No need now, princess,” he said, letting my nipple pop loose. “You want to be swept away in something bigger than you? I’m your man. You don’t have to say a word unless you change your mind. Now, where was I?”

I don’t know how long he took, lavishing caresses on my breasts, but by the time he pulled free, the tips were throbbing right along with my clit.

The air itself seemed to caress them almost painfully.

He pulled away, toeing off his socks and then removing his pants.

He smiled when he saw me watching, pausing and taking it a little slower with his underwear.

I swallowed when I saw him bob free, thick and curved and tending to veer slightly to the left, just like I’d thought.

I would have rolled my eyes that I was looking down yet another huge dick, but all I could think of was how it was going to feel going in.

I’d had a boyfriend with a similar orientation, though not quite as blessed as Slade, and knew from experience that the tension between his body and mine as his dick was forced away from its natural bend for a while, would create the most amazing drag inside me.

I had to clench my legs together to cope with the sharp feeling of need.