Daryl Dixon has faced a lot since the world changed and this has resulted in even greater change in his own life. Once a reckless and volatile man, he has now become a respected and productive member of Alexandria. Most importantly, he has become a...
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Delilah's POV It was only a matter of minutes before Carlos came against his own hand. "You are going to have to learn to relax if you ever want to experience true pleasure Delilah. You see what you caused? I worked so hard at trying to bring you pleasure that I finished before you could even feel my cock inside your pussy!" His face was turning red and he was growing more agitated. He turned and put his clothing back on. Then he picked up a sleeping Mercy.
He walked out of the cell shutting the door. "No Carlos. Please bring me the baby!"
He turned and looked at me in disgust. "No. I will watch over her tonight. You will stay bound this way in your cell and think of how to improve your behavior to show me your love for me. Some day when I can trust you, I will let you leave this room and join the children and I in our home upstairs."
He turned and walked upstairs. I sobbed at the thought of being held captive in this cell for years. The possibility of Carlos continuing to molest me and possibly impregnating me at some point in the future was almost more than I could take. For the first time I began to despair that I would never see Daryl or my family again.
I pulled my legs against the wires around my ankles, but only managed to tighten the binding. The handcuffs were uncomfortable, but having my arms extended over my head was worse. This night would be a nightmare. I wiggled and pulled my ankles despite the wires cutting into my skin. I was exhausted, and my cold, naked body couldn't take consciousness any longer.
I slept, but during the night began to dream of the last time Daryl tied me to our bed at home. He spent an hour teasing me. In my dream I felt Daryl's hands stroking me, his lips kissing me, and his tongue licking over my entire body. I tried to pull his heat to me, but couldn't because of the ties. I groaned in frustration and begged him to fuck me. Then he grabbed my hips and plunged his thick cock into my wet, waiting pussy. I came in my sleep, squirting all over him and calling out his name as I awakened in my dark cell feeling more alone than before.
Daryl's POV One of the hardest parts of camping with a bunch of other men for an extended period was the difficulty in taking care of certain needs while they slept on the floor next to you. This hadn't been a problem for me in the past. I would just go off into the woods occasionally and jerk off. But after being with Delilah, I had become accustomed to sex more than once a day. It had been over a week since I'd made love to her, and I couldn't get her off my mind. I tried to jerk off quietly after Roe and Max had fallen asleep, but just couldn't seem to finish. I finally fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
During the night she came to me in a dream. She was tied to our bed in Alexandria, writhing under my hands. I touched, kissed, and licked her whole body, loving every part of her. She begged me to fuck her. I rammed my thick cock into her and fucked her the way she loved to be fucked. We both came, calling each other's names.
It had been years since I'd been awakened by a wet dream. And this was a helluva wet dream! I had to get up and change boxers. I was so wet it almost felt as if Delilah had squirted her juices on me. I tried to fall back to sleep, but thought of Delilah alone and frightened. I wondered if she was dreaming of me also.
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