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Angelica
My eyes snap open. I’m panting hard, still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. That was the most intense sex dream I’ve ever had.
Slowly, I stretch, but freeze when I find myself barely able to move. Realisation creeps in as the weight of a leg and an arm wrapped around me make themselves known to my subconscious.
Shit. What happened to the pillow fort? Why is Lycus wrapped around me like a vine?
I shift and his hand brushes against my pulsing cunt, making me gasp. Fuck. It wasn’t a dream was it?
My heart is pounding wildly. The line between reality and fantasy has never been more blurred. This has to be a trap.
Slowly, the dread flushing away the remaining tingles of pleasure, I roll over to look at Lycus.
Please be asleep. Please be asleep. Please be?—
Lycus’ eyes meet mine, his gaze dark and intense. He leans forward, brushing his lips against mine. “You are mine, Angelica. And you know it.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I can’t deny the truth of his words. In my deepest desires, he was the one who owned me. The one who controlled my most primal urges, and the one who drove me to the edge of madness with his touch.
I swallow hard, trying to regain control of my thoughts. “I don’t understand.”
He chuckles, a low and seductive sound. “Then perhaps I should explain.”
His hands cup my face, tilting it up so our eyes meet. “You had a lovely dream, proved that you belong to me. You’re a submissive at heart, Angelica. You crave surrender, the sweet release of power relinquished into the hands of someone stronger. That someone is me.”
I shake my head, trying to deny the truth in his words. But as I do, his fingers gently trace the line of my jaw, sending a thrill of desire through me. His eyes darken, and he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine.
And then the obnoxious chime of the alarm breaks the spell and I’m saved.
I bolt upright, panting and drenched in a cold sweat. My heart is pounding, and my mind is racing with the vivid memories of the dream. I rub my eyes, trying to clear the fog of sleep from my mind. Without a word to Lycus, without even looking back, I bolt for the bathroom and lock the door.
I need to pull myself together.
Standing in front of the sink, I stare at my reflection. My face is flushed, and my eyes are wide with shock. I splash water on my face, trying to wash away the dream, but it lingers. He’s there, Lycus, always there, always in my mind, driving me crazy.
I don’t know why I’m so drawn to him, but I am. And I can’t deny the thrill of being dominated by his strong, confident hand, even in my dream. It’s intoxicating, and it scares me. I’ve never been submissive before, not to anyone. And I know it was more than just a dream; the evidence is between my thighs.
I’m sticky and in need of a long cold shower. I have to clear my head, wash all thoughts of Lycus away once and for all.
I step under the steaming spray, the water cascading down my body, trying to wash away the lingering scent of my pleasure. But, no matter how hard I scrub, I can’t get him out of my mind. And it’s not just the memories of our tryst that haunt me; it’s the realisation that I want more. I want to experience it for real.
I know Lycus wasn’t really Sir, but there’s no denying that part of me wanted him to be.
I want to feel his strong hands all over me. I want to experience that rush of pleasure he brings me, and the exhilarating feeling of losing control. I want him to dominate me completely.
But I can’t let that happen. I’ve worked too hard to build the life I have now, and nothing, not even Lycus, is going to bring me down. I need to be strong and in control. But every time I think of him, my body responds, betraying me with wetness and desire.
As the water washes over me, I feel myself slipping further into the abyss that is my longing for Lycus. I need to find a way to resist him, to reclaim control of myself. I need to find a way to be free.
But then, as the water rains down on me, I realise something. The desire I feel for Lycus, the need to lose control, it’s all part of me. And maybe, just maybe, I’m ready to embrace it. It doesn’thaveto be with Lycus, but he’s here. Clearly willing. I could…
One night. One tryst. Get him out of my system once and for all, and then I can focus on securing the promotion I’ve been dreaming of for years. Easy, right?
* * *
When I exit the bathroom, Lycus and I trade places and while he’s in there, I throw my items into my case and sneak out. It’s a low move, but I can’t face him. I’m far too embarrassed. Besides, I don’t want to run the risk of holding the plane up again, so I leave in plenty of time to get to the airport.
The drive is busy for a Sunday lunchtime, but I’m grateful for the traffic because it means I have to concentrate on the road. It’s funny how quickly I’ve gotten used to driving over here. I thought this entire trip was going to be a nightmare, but overall it’s been fun.
