Her Male Model

Dreams

Coals POV

We're making out. I don't remember how we got here. I don't remember how I met the woman, or  even how she convinced me to bring her home, but she's here just the same. Her body is tight against mine as she shifts to sit in my lap. She kisses my lips, her fingers ghosting over my chest and down my abs. I breathe hard against her mouth.

It feels good. That much I know. I can feel myself harden as her lips fight mine for control.

I've been here before. Dozens of times. Maybe even hundreds. I bring a girl over to my apartment. I lead her to the couch and start a movie. I let her choose. And then at some point, she starts to get handsy and we have sex. Never the same woman twice, and never cuddle after. It's that simple.

However, this time feels different. This time, the woman exudes an undeniable confidence that feels familiar. She deepens the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair to keep me in place.

My mind starts to work a little faster. How did we get here? Who is this woman?

The woman tugs sharply at my hair and I hiss in a breath. She uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, dominating my mouth with her tongue.

It catches me completely off guard. Most women I bring here are shy around me. They are intimidated by my looks and stature, preferring me to lead them through the night. But this woman is different...

She pulls away from the kiss to smirk against my lips.

"Did that feel good, Mr. Ryder?" She asks. My eyes snap open at my name on the woman's lips.

Sitting on my lap, not two inches away from my face, is the photographer from the studio. Beautiful and terrifying, as she was during the last shoot.

It occurs to me now that I don't even know her name.

She smiles sharply at me, eyes narrowing. She seems to read my mind.

"Here we are, about to have sex, and you don't even know my name...what a rude boy you are." She drawls, smiling with a dark look behind her eyes.

Suddenly, I feel as if I am in danger. My gut churns in both fear and...excitement.

The woman gathers both my wrists in her hand, bringing my arms above my head. I try to break her hold, but her hands are like iron clamps on my wrists. And with the way she is straddling me, I find myself suddenly, and undeniably at her mercy.

"Maybe I should teach you some respect." She says, leaning into my lips once again. My heart races in my chest, and my breathing picks up. Her tone promises punishment, and yet I find myself leaning into it in a way that scares me. I want her to punish me. Everybody let's me get away with anything that I want because of my looks...but not her. Her smile promises discipline beyond anything I've ever experienced. And I want it.

My alarm clock blares in my ear, dragging me out of sleep. Fucking hell. I slam my hand down on the snooze button.

Just like that, my dream is running through my mind. It comes back to me as clear as a movie, as if begging for attention. It's that fucking woman again. Haunting me like a ghost. Haunting me like a demon of my own making.

I sigh, sitting up in my bed. I look down and notice my dick is hard. Fuck.

Had this been the first time I had dreamt of her, I might have been able to brush it off. But it's not. I've dreamt of her 3 times since I saw her last. 3 times in only 6 days. And every time she visits me, she dominates me. In my last dream, she forced me to crawl to her on my hands and knees. And I woke from the dream impossibly hard.