Phoenix

Chapter Ten

A/N: Adult Content Below

It was...rare for me to dream. Usually, my night's rest consisted of nothingness, just a dark void of silence, and on those rare nights where I did dream...those dreams usually centered around my sons, and around what mt life could have been had they stayed around.

But this dream...to say it was unusual would be a massive understatement. First thing that tipped me off was the fact that it was dark. Whenever I was lucky enough to dream, I was usually in the familiar setting of my home, accompanied by my children. So, waking up into darkness was the first sign that something was a little...amiss.

The second thing that had me a bit nervous, was the fact that my arms were twisted above my head, tied to something that prevented me from moving. Strangely enough, though, what was holding me in place was not rough like rope, or hard like twist-ties. No, whatever it was, was soft, almost...fluffy. I wanted to see what was holding me in place, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything thanks to the darkness, and so I was left wondering what the hell was going on.

No...wait. It wasn't dark, something was covering my eyes, almost as if I had been blindfolded. I could feel the soft fabric stretched across my face, and now that I was actually focusing on whatever the hell I was dreaming about, I realized that I was laying down on something, and judging by the softness of whatever I was laying on...I was able to surmise that I was on a bed.

At first, I was confused. Why was I on a bed? And tied to it, for that matter? And then it hit me; I was having a wet dream. Which was weird, considering I wasn't currently in a relationship, or even had a crush on anyone, so why would I even think to dream this up? And why was I tied up instead of whatever woman I was fantasizing about?

Furrowing my brows, I began shifting, attempting to move from my current position. Unfortunately, whatever held me in place prevented any actual movement, although, I was able to deduce that I was indeed naked.

It didn't make any sense, honestly, but I was more...curious, than worried or scared, which I guess counted for something, right?

Also, now that it was on my mind...wasn't there usually two people in a wet dream? So...where was the other person?

"Hello?" I called out, weakly pulling on the soft ropes that were restricting my movement. "Anyone there?"

I tensed when I felt the bed dip somewhere beside me and gasped softly when I felt a warm finger press against my lips, almost like they were silently telling me to be quiet. And that finger was calloused, and I wondered if I was so lonely that I literally made up some strong woman to ravage me in my dreams. After all, none of my wives or past dates had calloused fingers. Hell, their hands had been small and soft, so surely I couldn't be dreaming about any of them, right?

So, whoever this was...was a figment of my imagination. They had to be. And honestly, I did find athletic women attractive...so there was that.

The finger that had been placed over my lips moved, slightly pulling my bottom lip down before it crested over my chin and down the column of my throat, causing goosebumps to raise on my bound arms.

"I-I doubt you even have one...but what's your name?" I tried asking the mysterious figure. As if they would even answer me, which I doubted they would. I mean, so far she hadn't said anything and I felt like whoever she was, she wasn't going to start now.

And I was right, as soon as I spoke, I was hushed by a pair of soft lips descending on my own; hers warm, and slightly moist. Embarrassingly enough, it had been quite a while since I had been kissed by anyone, so it took me a moment to get back into the motion of things and remember how to kiss back.