Beautiful Dreamer

24. Conflicted Lovers

'Being dominated is not my cup of tea at all. I couldn't move, neither could I speak nor stop him. It would have been weirder if I didn't sting everywhere with him ramming me endlessly like that immature fool.

Darn it! I'm doing it again, yet despite their similar techniques, there remained a minor difference between the two.

Ned was gentle from the start, building steam progressively until he'd captured me in a trance. He wanted to break me to piece me back to his liking. Rey, on the other hand, was careless and lost at first, but once he grasped the idea, he made love to me as if I were a beta woman. There is no denying that I enjoyed it, aroused so tastefully, but that wasn't my objective. I was ravished by him than me being the one in control. If ever he'd been curious about how dominant women do it, I'm sure his curiosity was sated to the brim. Either way, I still find getting up difficult in both cases. If I can do this every day, there is no need for a workout.

Sitting up, Ari groaned at the ache that came with every movement of her body. She felt relieved to have woken up alone, assuming Ned left for work again. This had been her second day of the same. She then stretched her arms, revealing hickeys on her chest area, legs, feet and arms.

'There is no doubt my back looks much worse.' Ari thought as memories of Ned feeding from behind flooded her mind.

Covering her eyes in an instant, she hid her joy whilst at the same time feeling lost. 'Perhaps any dominance can be subdued...but somehow, a part of me yearns to do this again. The last few days have been hectic, and Ned has probably had his fill, or so I think.'

Raising her feet to her chest whilst flinching at the ache in the movement, Ari rested her chin onto her knees and shut her eyes. "I feel lost all of a sudden." She whispered to herself. "I'm clearly sexually satisfied, but what was that repetitive squirting while I was with Rey? That memory still daunts me to date. I doubt any beta woman looks unsightly as I did."

"You're awake." Ned appeared at the door, his hand holding his mobile close to his ear as if he were ringing someone.

In an attempt to respond, a croak escaped Ari instead. Hiding her embarrassment, which seemed to amuse Ned, she reached for the duvet to cover herself and whispered a good morning.

"It's almost midnight, my dear. I just got back from a meeting. I couldn't stop thinking about leaving you here all alone and wanted to be around when you awoke."

Sitting down beside Ari, Ned reached for his lover's hand and stroked it gently. He then stood up and left the room as if the person he'd been ringing had just picked up.

'Damn it!' Ari laid back down immediately. She felt her body shaking up, still indifferent about the newly reversed roles. 

'Rey did this to me.'

Ari remembered the musky, sweaty scent that night, Rey's coarse, aroused voice matching how she felt as he softly called out her name with every movement. That part had been stuck in her memory, and even now, while thinking about it, a tingling sensation played at the tip of her stomach.

Looking at the half-opened door, she could hear Ned still on call. She felt tempted to leave the bed and care for her aroused state but decided against it for fear of being caught.

'Perhaps it's best to silently sing the national anthem until I calm down.'  Shutting her eyes, an image of Ned's flailing body during their lovemaking came to her mind. She'd been the one dominating , loving how seductive he appeared beneath her, and in that memory, images of her past lovers crept in, with each a different face, different body, different voice.