The Demon of My Dreams - Sex Stories

The Demon of My Dreams

He stalked toward me like a lion hunting a gazelle. I froze in fear, unsure if I should bolt for escape or submit to his pleasure. He has haunted me for years, always at the edge of my conscious, waiting for me to let my guard down. Curiosity brought me to where we were now. I had let my walls tumble in hopes to understand what he wanted, which I found out much too quickly. He didn't want talking or me to understand him. No, he wanted action and not the kind to put him at peace. He wanted my body and soul. He was a demon of the highest regard, and I was to be his victim, his play thing; and instead of scaring me, the thought sent shivers of excitement running through me, making me wet. Licking my lips, I backed until my butt hit the sturdy, transparent wall. I may be excited, but I needed some control. The moment I closed my eyes to concentrate, I felt warm hands close over my arms. He was in front of me, wanting me, but I had to have an ounce of control. I didn't want to be a victim. With these thoughts, I instantly lost the touch of his hands and there was a crash across the elaborated room. Opening my eyes, I found the room trashed and objects flying. As for my demon, trapped by silver chains that moved with life, he hung suspended before me. His eyes glowed gold with frustration and a sense of admiration. He probably was use to getting his way without a fight. Yet, he didn't struggle, almost like he knew he would get what he wanted in the end. That was an interesting ...

... thought, for it may look like I held control, he was the one with the plan. In my mind's mind I drew up a written document on what I would allow in my presence. He could sign it, giving him what he wanted as well as protecting me to some extent. Loosening the chains, I gave him the freedom of his hands. A pen appeared before him, the ink was to be his blood. Laughter rang from him as he signed with a flourish. The moment his signature decorated the document, it disappeared along with the silver engulfing him. With a smile, he spoke as if to taught me. "My beautiful creature, you did a foolishly brave thing, but I will still receive what I want. My brave little gazelle, you will not get enough of what I offer." His words sent icy shivers up my spine, but no fear accompanied them. Setting my spine straight, I walked toward him, hoping my mock confidence would startle him as much as the words I wanted to whisper in his ear. "My lion, my demon, so long as I know you, I own you. The moment we cross a line, you' re mine." Stepping away, I find that his eyes hold interest as well as dare, but hidden below is a swirl of desire and lust. He was more turned on by my claim than by the possibility of my screams. His hunger was easily melting my resolve to barter. I was aroused and wanting so badly to be taken. Licking my lips, I watched as he read my thoughts and stepped toward me. He was beauty incarnated, no deformities marred his flawless body. The only thing abnormal about his being was ...