The First of Many

A single, deft hand captured your wrists, easily pinning them above your head, into the mattress. Your fingers twitched against the soft cotton of your sheets as you tested the hold, but the grip was immovable. Heat dripped and pooled inside of you like warmed honey as a dark, clothed knee slid between your legs to nudge your them apart. Briefly, you tried to clamp your thighs closed, but the knee between yours prevented the feeble attempt. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to will yourself awake - this couldn't be real.

"This is no dream, little one," a low voice murmured softly, answering your unasked question.

Your eyes snapped open to meet a striking blue gaze glimmering with endless galaxies and pale skin illuminated by the moonlight that poured in through your window. His finger stroked a line from your wrist down your arm. Your lips parted as a delicious shiver ran along the length of your spine and your flesh rippled in goosebumps.

"Wh-What are you doing?" you managed to say. "I don't have much, but you can take whatever you want."

"I have no need for mortal possessions." A deep hum emanated from his chest, a dark rumble of amusement. "I desire you."

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Warning: This story contains themes of power imbalance, BDSM, and explicit sexual content. The reader will be in situations where they are scared and uncertain at times.