A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet above the fridge. Inside was a bottle of vodka, the top shelf brand, some sort of crazy proof that could kill a horse with just a few glasses. Or, so the label claimed: 'Proof so high it could kill a horse!' Written in Russian, probably as a joke by the creators. He poured two shot glasses, one for each of them, and took them out to her.

"That's it?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"This stuff will fuck you up," Mike warned her. "It's not for lightweights, and I know you've had a few beers as it is."

"Fuck it." Emma took the shot glass carefully. She paused to prepare herself, which required only a brief moment, and then she downed the whole thing in one go. He followed after her, downing his shot in one go as well. He felt it burn as it slid down his throat to his stomach, practically lighting his insides on fire. While he managed to not cough, Emma wasn't so lucky, coughing a few times. "Holy shit, wow, I completely underestimated that. You did good, little bro, damn."

"Mmm. I usually save this for when I want to get blackout drunk quickly. You know, those times when being unconscious is preferable to being conscious." Mike sat down with her again, but this time, he sat right next to her. He glanced over at her to see how she was doing. She had her eyes closed, no doubt savoring the feel of the alcohol swimming in her veins. "Already falling asleep? What a lightweight."

Emma laughed at his teasing. "Fuck no, I'm ...

... just enjoying it. I don't really get to savor the top shelf, high proof stuff very often." She opened her eyes to look at him again now. "You know, I think if you pinned me down again, I don't think I'd be able to do a thing to stop you."

Mike noted the pretty obvious hint, and he visibly paused. There were a few long seconds where he gauged his options and decided that he had very little to lose in the moment. He didn't feel quite as guilty as before. She could clearly handle a few beers without her judgment being impaired, but obviously needed that shot to get the motivation to take that next step. He then did what came naturally. He moved away from her, mostly to give them some room, and then he grabbed her legs.

For a moment, she was visibly disappointed that he'd moved away, but then she let out a soft cry of surprise at being grabbed and pulled underneath him. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, which earned a feminine gasp from the normally tomboyish woman. In seconds, he'd spread her legs and settled his body between them, hovering over her. He leaned down and firmly dug his teeth into her neck. Not enough to draw blood, but enough that she was going to feel it, and it was absolutely going to leave a mark that only a turtleneck could hide. This drew a longer, shakier gasp from her, and he knew that she was his completely.

Mike had known that she was irredeemably submissive for a long, long time, several years in fact, ever since the day he ...