Dreamland (BDSM)

Chapter Five

We had already been living together for a week and it was almost normal.  Normal adjacent.  The closest I had been to normal in years.  I apparently I scream during my nightmares, or so James had told me.  I had no way to know, my neighbors had never complained.  Or maybe they had and my landlord had never said anything.  I had always suspected he had a crush on me, but he was sleazy and most likely had a crush on all of his tenants who were both female and under 40.  James had hardly touched me since I moved in, and while I was enjoying the space he was giving me, I knew it wasn't the point of me being here.  I needed him to touch me in order for this work, otherwise we were just playing house.  We were just playing ourselves.

I stopped him before he could get in the shower Saturday morning, neither of us had anywhere to be all day.  I could think of a few ways we could entertain ourselves.

"James, do you think that maybe today we could...  It's just that neither of us have any plans today, unless there is something you need to do.  But maybe, if you have time..."

He cut me off, his trademark sly grin on his lips.

"Of course we can play today, I was just trying to give you time to settle in.  I figured, at some point, you would let me know you were ready.  I am going to take a shower, and when I get out I expect you to be kneeling in my room, facing the door.  Your head should be bowed, your hands on your knees.  naked."

I rushed to my room, stripping out of my clothes and then darted over to his room, getting into the position he requested, about three feet from the door.  I could feel my body vibrating, goosebumps alive across my exposed flesh.  I was excited, slightly terrified, but mostly excited.  Maybe 50% terrified and 50% excited.  The longer I sat there the higher my fear rose.  Horrific visions started to fill my head, Nate walking in, James watching as Nate...  My eyes shot open when the door swung open, the rush of air against my skin causing me to shiver.  I kept my head bowed, only able to see his bare feet and the hem of his jeans.  The bottoms of his pants were lightly frayed, made to look like they had been roughly worn and washed many times, though I suspected he bought them that way.  He was standing directly in front of me, looming over me.  

"Look up at me, Grace"

I looked up at him, his hair still wet and lightly tousled.  He was shirtless, his skin still glistening with water from the shower.  I let out a breath of relief, my worries leaving through the door as his kind eyes looked down at me.  His jaw firmed as his eyes raked over me, 

"Grace, we are going to take this nice and slow, but I want for you to remember your safe words. Can you repeat them for me?"

"Green if everything is okay, yellow if I need for things to slow down. Red if I need things to stop."

"Good, then we are going to get started."

I could hear the pull of his zipper, then his hand under my chin, pulling my head up. He pushed his cock into my mouth, one of his hands resting on the back of my head.

"Suck"

I moved to cup his balls, but his grip on my hair tightened.

"Did I ask you to touch? Suck."

I knotted my hands behind my back, relaxing my jaw and trying to stay as still as possible while he rocked his hips. His pace began to increase, both of his hands on the back of my head as the thrust himself into my mouth over and over. I lightly gagged on him, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He pulled himself out of my mouth, scooping me into his arms so that he could carry me to the bed. He laid me down, resting between the cradle of my thighs as he looked up at me. He had a dark smile on his lips as he nibbled along my jaw line and down my neck. I gasped at his ministrations. His mouth moved down to my nipples, his tongue tracing back and forth, tightening them into hardened peaks and then rolling them between his teeth lightly.