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You fell onto the bed dramatically with a sigh. After a long day of taking care of Brahms and doing chores both in and outside of the mansion, you felt extremely drained. You have been here for weeks now, and it was beginning to feel like the days were on repeat.
You felt as if you were in a complicated situation, having so many things on your mind that had been bothering you as of late. You hadn’t seen anyone in such a long time now, and you were beginning to wonder if it was taking a toll on your mental state. You loved being alone; being able to be yourself and be in your own head all the time, however you were beginning to feel lonely and desperate for human-to-human interaction.
You were stuck here in this manor, for more reasons than one. The main being that you had to take care of Brahms, especially now since he no longer had parents. He was a doll sure, but you had to admit, you were quite attached to him. He brought you a strange sense of comfort, and you really needed that, especially now.
Before coming to live at the mansion, you had no one; no friends, no family, not even parents. You were alone in this world, and you had to come to terms with that. Now that you are here though, things do feel different; you have Brahms now. His parents were no longer with him, and so he was now your responsibility. While repetitive, you enjoyed spending time with Brahms, and working through your daily routine together. At times you felt insane; taking care of a doll like it was an actual child, talking to it, reading to it, changing it, and waking and putting it to bed. Even so though, it felt like you were a little less alone.
You had decided the moment you learned of his parents' passing that you would stay here until you found a better place to live. Sure, this place had no Wi-Fi or cell phone service, but you told yourself that you could live without it. This place was lovely too; it was spacious, and while there wasn’t anything necessarily fun to do, you didn’t get bored either. You liked how empty the house felt, but there was also an uneasiness about it as well. Sometimes you would hear children’s laughter or hear footsteps right outside your door while you were trying to sleep, but since you were a skeptic by heart you told yourself it was all in your head.
You found it strange though, how your belongings would randomly disappear seemingly out of thin air; your clothes, hairbrushes, razors, shoes, and the most embarrassing of all...your porn magazines. You wouldn’t have been so embarrassed that you had misplaced them if they were some vanilla stuff, however, the books that had gone missing held your deepest desires within them. Being dominated and tied up was a big-time fantasy for you, and those magazines held such material within them. You never remembered misplacing them, and it freaked you out a bit. You kept telling yourself though, that you lost them and hoped that they would turn up eventually.
You had one big issue that had been making you feel rather pent up lately. Maybe it was the lack of human interaction you’ve been experiencing, or maybe it’s the fact that your ‘material’ had gone up and missing, but one thing is for sure; you were sexually frustrated.
For many nights, you’ve been trying to solve this problem by, of course, touching yourself. There was one big problem though; you couldn’t get yourself to finish. You would try again and again for many nights, but to no avail. This only made you more frustrated. You found yourself even feeling cranky about it, and you caught yourself many times getting angry over minor things that you normally wouldn’t.
So now here you are, lying in bed, yet again after a long day...feeling hot and bothered. You huddled under the sheets and pulled up your skirt. You ran your hands slowly down your body, trying to entice yourself further. When your hands reached your groin, you rubbed slow circles on your clit. There was one point where you thought you were about to finish, but your fingers started to cramp up. You let out a cry in frustration, kicking your feet up against the sheets. You then tried fingering yourself, but the same thing happened again; you couldn’t finish.
You let out a frustrated sigh and roll over onto your side. You decide that you should just go to sleep, hoping you would feel better in the morning, but you knew deep down that you wouldn’t. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself beginning to drift off, and you fell asleep.
You awoke from your sleep to be in complete darkness. Your eyes were open, and yet, nothing. You tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down. You quickly realized that your hands were bound together over your head and tied to the bedpost. You froze, not knowing what to do. No one was here, you were certain of it, and you couldn’t have done this yourself; you were sure that you didn’t too.
Suddenly, you heard the floor board near you creak. Your body jumped, and you moved your head in the direction of the sound. The floorboard creaks once more...again...and again...and again. Someone was moving around the room. You heard one more creak of the floor, right next to the bed. You weren’t sure if you should panic or not, you didn’t even know if this was a dream or not. You knew that you had locked all the doors, and all the windows were locked shut, so then how could someone get it? If someone did break in, then you would have heard it. That means that there is only one logical explanation for this then; it’s all a dream, right?
You let your body relax a bit, feeling relieved that you weren’t in a real-life dangerous situation. You felt a bit of weight on the bed right beside you, and you could feel someone hovering over you, inspecting you. You can feel them staring at you intensely, and it felt like time was going on at such a slow pace.
You felt weight being lifted off the bed; they stood up. You jump a bit when you feel a large, callused hand on your knee. This was a man's hand, large and rough against your skin. You felt yourself blush a little, not knowing exactly where this was going, but your mind instantly was racing with sexual thoughts. His hand slid down your leg, then back up to your knee. You felt the bed shift next to you. Was he sitting beside you?
His hands ran up and down your legs for a while, feeling the softness of them. He squeezed your thighs, and you twitched a bit at his touch. You felt him jump a little, and he stopped only for a moment before resuming feeling your legs up. You were starting to get turned on now. You wanted him to touch you more...in other places. As if he had a pin on your mind, his hands traveled to the hem of your sweatshirt, sliding his hands under and groping your chest. You whined a bit and tried rubbing your legs together to try and get some friction for your lower half. He took his hands out and pulled your sweatshirt up to your shoulders. You could hear his breathing intensifying faintly, although it sounded kind of muffled. He resumed groping your chest. When he touched your nipples, you whimpered. You could feel his hands trembling when he was touching you, which you found strangely endearing.
You really liked how he took his time with you; feeling you out and making sure you were comfortable. Your ex never did that for you. They always wanted to skip the foreplay and get right to sex, which left you feeling unsatisfied in the bedroom for a long time. You wondered if there were guys like that in real life that were like that. It made you kind of sad that this was only a dream and not real.
You were brought out of your train of thought when you felt his hands on your inner thighs. He flipped your skirt up, exposing your underwear. He began gently caressing your inner thighs, and you squirmed at the way it felt. His hands shifted to your slit now; fingers running up and down it. You moaned whenever his fingers would glaze over your clit.
After amping up your anticipation, he started rubbing slow, gentle circles around your clit. He was teasing you. You whined and wiggled, trying to signal with your body that you wanted more; needed more. You felt the bed shift a little, and you could feel yourself being watched again. You couldn’t see, but you could tell he was watching your face; your reactions to the way he would touch you, the faces you would make when you would whimper and whine pathetically at his touch. Normally, you would get too embarrassed to let your guard down like this with the person you were having sex with, but since this was a dream, it didn’t really matter, did it? You could feel yourself soaking through your underwear. Normally it would have taken you a bit more to make you this wet, but you were so sexually deprived, and the blindfolds and restraints on your wrists only made you even more sensitive and desperate. You could feel pressure start to build up in your lower stomach. Your toes were curling, and you were tugging against the restraints with hope that after all this time you could finally finish. Just as you were approaching orgasm though, he stopped. You let out a frustrated cry, feeling angry that he did that to you purposefully.
You felt the bed shift, and there was weight around you on both sides; he was on top of you. You could hear muffled panting above you. He wanted you. You clumsily wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer to you. Hands ran up your torso, feeling up and down with a greedy hunger, much different than what it was like at the start. He was careful and gentle, but now he was far more aggressive, but you weren’t complaining. He ran his hands down your body, swiftly unzipped your skirt and pulled it along with your underwear down your legs and tossed it on the ground. You heard the sound of clothes being ripped off a body aggressively. He couldn’t hold back anymore, and neither could you.
He positioned himself over you. Oh god, is this really about to happen? You felt him enter you slowly. The slow stretch made your back arch and you pulled yourself into him with your legs to envelop him completely. You could hear him groan as he bottomed out within you, making you grin at his vulnerable state. Teasing him, you rolled your hips into him. You bit your lip as you heard him whimper pathetically above you. His shaky hands were placed on your hips. You let out a yelp of surprise when his hips snapped into yours.
He was pounding into you at an almost brutal speed. You were in complete awe at the rush of pleasure flowing through your body. You clumsily placed your tied up hands against the bedpost to try and keep your body in place so you wouldn't hit your head against it. Every part of your body was aching beautifully with the sensation of finally getting the friction you deserved. It was almost enough to bring you to tears. You could feel yourself beginning to get close. Your hips stung from his grip, his moans and groans drove you crazy. This was all too much to handle. One of his hands let go of the vice grip on you. You heard something being taken off, but you weren’t sure what it was. Suddenly, you felt something being placed on your mouth. It was a pair of lips. You indulged in him without a second thought. Despite his rough pace, he was kissing you with the type of tenderness you would expect from a lover. You were completely enraptured in this moment, feeling as if that final puzzle piece had finally been put in its place all along.
His moans vibrated in your mouth. He grabbed your thighs and squeezed with a grip that would leave bruises the next morning. His low moans and pants had quickly gotten higher in pitch. When you heard a whine come from him, you knew instantly; he was close. You felt the tension in your lower half building up rapidly now. This was the feeling you were trying so hard to achieve, and it was finally coming at last. He grabbed your chest roughly, then moved his hand up to your throat to choke you. You let out a choked moan as your head began to pulsate. He was pounding into you clumsily now, losing the pace he had previously. When you felt his other hand press down on your clit, you lost it. You let out a choked scream, your whole body shook as the euphoric feeling of release washed over you. You felt him cumming inside of you, his body grinding into you a few more times before pulling out. He panted loudly from above you. Suddenly, the cloth that had tethered you to the bed was removed. The two of you stayed still for a moment before he collapsed on top of you.
He raggedly breathed into your neck as the waves of his climax started to settle. Your hands gently ran through his curly locks, helping him to relax a little. He snaked his arms underneath you and hugged you gently. After how rough he had been with you, it felt very comforting to just stay still and bask in each other's rhythmic breathing. Neither of you moved from your positions, silently deciding to let the aftermath of your simultaneous orgasms pass. You almost fell asleep, that is until he pulled you up.
You lazily wrapped your legs around his waist to help him carry your weight. He sat back down on the bed, you straddling him. You pulled your sweatshirt up over your head and tossed it somewhere on the ground near you. You felt his breath against your mouth. You leaned in and kissed him gently. He combed his fingers gently through your hair. You hummed lovingly at his touch. As nice as the feeling of him being so gentle with you was, a part of you knew that he wasn't quite done with you yet. You were quickly proven right when his hands squeezed your ass and ran up and down your sides. His kiss began to feel almost feverish, kissing you with an underlying hunger. You let out a small laugh. You would be lying if you didn’t find his stamina impressive.
You could feel him getting hard underneath you, and so you grinded down against him, earning a moan from him. He lifted your body up, feeling his length at your entrance. You sank down onto him, both moaning into each other's mouths in unison. You started to grind down onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close to you. You gasped loudly when you felt him sink his teeth into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You whimpered, the pain and pleasure fusing together like a perfect concoction. He kissed up and down your neck with peppered kisses, as if it was his way of silently saying sorry for hurting you. He planted one single kiss to your lips before grabbing your hips and shoving yourself down onto him.
He was practically using you as a flesh light now, lifting your entire body up and down with ease. You tried your best to keep up with the pace he was setting, but your attempt was futile. You let yourself get lost in the pleasure of him using you like a toy. You ran your hands over his back and sunk them into his back as he hit a certain spot within you that made your toes curl. He let out an agonized groan through what you could assume was gritted teeth. You smirked sadistically, liking the slight amount of power you held for a moment. Your orgasm came far faster this time than it did before. You could feel him twitching inside of you as you began to pulse and throb. He held you tightly to his warm body as if this were the last time he would ever hold you. Even though it was rough, it felt strangely loving. You’ve had sex plenty of times before with your previous lover, but they had never made you feel this way before; felt this good or have gotten you to finish. The knot in your lower stomach grew quick and fast. As you felt your eyes roll into the back of your skull, you felt him cum inside of you once more, trembling and whining loudly.
This all felt too real; the way you could hear him softly moaning from the pleasure, the way you felt his back muscles flex as he would pound into you feverishly, and the way his hot breath felt against your delicate neck. You placed your head down onto his shoulder, feeling yourself go limp. This was all too much. Never could you imagine a dream feeling so realistic, you even started to wonder if this was actually real. If it was, what would you do? How would you feel? This felt so heavenly, you never wanted this to end, but if this was reality, would you stop it?
He pulled you down with him, rolling you off him so the two of you could lay next to each other. You felt so at ease in this moment. It didn’t matter to you if this was real or not anymore. Right now, you were at peace, and to you, that's all that mattered. You felt the back of his hand stroke your face gently. You could feel him looking at you again, and so you turned your head in his direction. He placed his finger gently on your mouth, rubbing your soft lips against his thumb. You opened your mouth, taking in his thumb and sucking it. He groaned, pleased by your actions. He took his thumb out of your mouth, and you heard him stand up. You heard him pacing for a moment before his steps came to a halt.
You gasped when you felt him grab your ankle and yank you down to the end of the bed. He flipped you over, back facing him. You got up on your hands and knees. You let out a pleased sigh when he leaned down over you and kissed your shoulder blades. He placed his hands on your lower back, keeping you still as he entered you once more. Letting out a breathy gasp, you dug your nails into the bed sheets beneath you. He rammed into you, gripping your ass. He was merciless with you, not seeming to care if he was hurting you or not this time.
Out of all your experiences, this was by far the roughest encounter you’ve had, but you weren’t complaining. You always knew you liked it better that way. The sting of his grasp on your ass made your eyes water underneath your blindfold. You lowered your face down to the mattress, resting your head against it. Your senses were going haywire. He had only given you a minute to get over your previous orgasm, and now you couldn’t even tell if you were cumming or not anymore. It all felt the same at this point. You were grateful it was only the two of you here, because you knew that anyone within the vicinity of the area would be able to hear you, him, the sound of skin hitting skin, the loud creaking of the bed, and the banging of the bed frame against the wall as he thrust into you.
Your whole body was weak, and you were struggling to stay up on shaky limbs. He grabbed you from behind, hoisting you up and pressing his chest onto your back and he bit into your shoulder. His hot breath on you, the sweat and fluids running down your legs, and the feeling of him going in and out; it was just too much. This was the feeling you had been yearning for; the feeling you were so desperately trying to achieve when you were whining and sobbing for more. When your ears started to ring, and your body started to tremble, he put his mouth to your ear. Under his breath, he finally spoke; a deep voice saying a single word, “cum.” Just like that, you felt your ears pop. You let out a cry of release, feeling pleasure blast through you like an electrical current. As you felt him pulse and release inside of you once more, your body went numb. When he removed himself from you and let go of you, you fell forward, falling in and out of consciousness. Your mind went completely blank, and you felt yourself slowly fading away into a peaceful sleep.
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You woke up fully clothed, lying in the position you had been when you fell asleep before. You got up, inspecting yourself in the mirror. You felt great compared to last night, feeling refreshed and not...pent up. You quickly recalled the events of last night's dream, and a deep blush spread across your cheeks. So, it was a dream after all. You felt a bit sad as you took one last glance at yourself before gathering up your clothes for the day and heading to the bathroom to shower. As you took off your clothes and turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, you glanced over at the mirror above the sink. You took a step closer, looking closely at your shoulder. You let out a small gasp as you noticed a small, and extremely faint bite mark on your shoulder.