Louisa Neil (13 page)

“That was amazing,” she said, finally pulling back to look at her creature. Yes, he did resemble Sloan. But, as he’d told her, it was her dream, and she controlled it.

“I agree,” he said as he gently put her down on the dirt floor. “And unexpected.”

“Why unexpected? If I dreamed you up as a lover, why didn’t you consider you’d come?”

“This is your nightmare, Diana. You control us to a point.”

“Then I want you to come all the time.” She hesitated and added, “And me, too. But next time I want to feel you in my pussy.”

“That will be up to you.”

“Then you’ll come when I do,” she said, holding back a yawn. “What can I call you? ‘Monster’ doesn’t fit.”

“You’ll decide that, too,” he said, but his voice was lower, as if he was far away.

Diana woke with a start in the early morning hours. She struggled with the blankets to free herself and sat at the side of the bed, groping to find the light. Flicking it on, she blinked at the glare until her vision adjusted. She was in her room, and everything seemed the same. Only when she dropped her hand to her belly did she feel something different. Diana stood and closed her eyes, taking the few steps to stand before the full-length mirror behind her closed door. It took her several moments before she finally opened her eyes and stared at the reflection. She seemed the same at first glance, only as she looked closer, she realized something was on her chest and belly. With her right hand, she drew her fingers across her skin, feeling what she could only decide was dried cum on her skin. With a step closer to the mirror, she saw faint red marks encircling her entire breasts. Each one had the same mark, and she remembered how her monster had all but swallowed each one as he had licked her clean and sucked her nipples until she came.

Diana stroked her fingers against her skin harder and brought them to her lips. With a lick, she instantly knew it was the same as the droplet of cum she’d tasted from her monster’s cock.

“This is all way too strange,” she said to the woman watching her, relenting and letting one hand grasp her breast, twisting her nipple while she dropped her other hand to her pussy. Her index finger slid easily between her lips. Her pussy was hot and wet. She had come in her dream. There was no thought to her movements. She just pushed two more fingers inside her and fucked her pussy while pinching her nipples until she came. It was a small orgasm, but she came. She stood for a while before the mirror without moving her hands, just watching her reflection.

“Who are you? How is any of this possible?” she asked but got no answer. Suddenly she was exhausted, her legs shaking to hold her up. The few steps back to her bed seemed endless, and she dropped onto the mattress, struggling to pull the blanket over her. “I’m still in my dream.”

* * * *

Diana woke feeling refreshed but with the strange images of her dream fading from her grasp. She noted the bedside light was on, and she pushed back the covers. She all but sprinted to the mirror and looked at her image. There were still faint circles around her breasts, and her belly still held his dried cum. She felt oddly relieved, although she had no explanation and, at the moment, didn’t really want one. She crawled back under the covers and dropped her hand to her pussy. There was no pretense. She simply felt herself, pushed her index finger inside her, and realized she was wet and hot to her own touch. Again, there was no thought or pause to pushing a second and third finger inside her, using her own fingers to fuck herself. Her other hand rose and pinched at her nipples, but it didn’t give her the same satisfaction she was used to. Instead, she palmed her entire breast and squeezed. That sent a ripple through her directly to her pussy. With a few deeper thrusts, she brought herself to a full climax, one she felt throughout her entire body.

She lay back, her hands still in place, and let sleep overtake her, hoping she’d find her nightmare lover again. Now that he’d made her come, she wanted more from him—wanted to feel him in her pussy and ass, and wanted to suck him between her lips and make him come from her tongue and mouth. She giggled at the concept she’d ever be able to swallow any of his cock, her jaw aching at the thought.

“But I’ll try, Martin, you just wait. You tell me these are my dreams and I control them. Then next time I dream you up, I’m going to suck your cock and feel you fuck me. We’ll make each other come.”

With a yawn, she realized she’d named her
bête noire,
only no longer was he a nightmare. Instead, he’d become her dream lover.

If I have you, I don’t need a real man.

* * * *

If she’d thought the office had been tense in the last weeks, this was a new torture. Sloan ignored her, and Dane was nowhere to be found. She’d gotten what she asked for. They were leaving her alone. The problem was her monster dream lover was leaving her alone, too. It had been three weeks since she’d met him in her dreams.

Yes, she decided, they were dreams, for the nightmare persona was gone.

Maybe that was the problem. Once she had become comfortable with her monster—or “Martin” as she’d taken to referring to him—he had evaded her dreams. She slept each night with the promise of him coming to her, and each night he disappointed her.

On Monday there was an e-mail from Sloan and Dane, copied to everyone at the company. They’d purchased an old house and were having a party the following Saturday night. She vacillated between skipping the function and going, finally realizing that it would make her life worse at work if she didn’t go. She hardly socialized at all and rarely with the people from work. She was used to Walter’s summer picnic and winter holiday party. Now it seemed Dane and Sloan were starting their own traditions. She couldn’t help but notice the address was the same house Dane had taken her to weeks before.

That night she tried on several dresses and didn’t like the way any of them looked. In the past, she wouldn’t have thought twice about it and would have pulled on one of her staple dresses, a simple short-sleeved beige dress with chunky jewelry. Tonight it just made her look washed out, not complementing her skin tone. She hated the idea of shopping for clothes and hated even more the idea of wasting money on a dress she’d probably never wear again. Her final decision was to see if she could find something on the sale rack at one of the boutiques downtown. But only if she fell in love with it and knew she’d use it again. Closet space in her small home was at a premium.

The next day she used her lunch hour to shop and found a sheath dress in a multicolored, geometric print made from a soft jersey fabric. It had clean lines, leaving the material to make the statement. It went well with her blonde hair and green eyes. The black background would work well with pumps she already owned. She decided she didn’t need any jewelry. It was already so busy, so she’d only have to do something with her hair and begrudgingly apply a bit of makeup. If this was what was needed to continue with her job, she could spend a few hours pretending to be surprised by the house and its amenities.

Diana wondered how Dane managed to get the house completed so quickly. It had been empty when he’d brought her there less than two months before. With a sigh, she tucked her shopping bag under her desk and decided it didn’t matter. She would have to be careful with her comments, not letting on she’d seen it empty. Or that she’d begged Dane to fuck her ass while she leaned on the windowsill overlooking the front yard. A chill ran through her as she remembered how he had felt inside her. It was a shame he had blabbed to Sloan. She might have gone on to have an occasional sex date with him. Now she knew they wouldn’t have any relationship beyond boss and employee.

Probably for the best, she decided, knowing any relationship would get tricky in the end. She was fine alone before meeting him, and she’d be fine now that things had ended.

Now all she had to do was get through the week and through the party. But she noted the employees upstairs seemed to be a bit relieved. Since they were all invited, she supposed they figured their jobs were safe for a bit longer.

Each night she dropped onto her bed and hoped to find Martin in her dreams. She didn’t. Just when she decided it was over, Friday night she dreamed of him. Waking Saturday morning, she remembered the entire dream, replaying it in her mind as she savored her first cups of coffee. Sitting at her kitchen table, Diana let it play again as if it were a movie she had watched.

* * * *

She was no longer afraid of the labyrinth. Rather, she knew her way directly to the Minotaur’s chamber. He was waiting for her, standing tall with his back to her. In the shadow on the far wall, she could see his cock was erect, and one of his hands was stroking it.

“Why haven’t you come to me?” she asked, somewhat stern to her own ear. She didn’t expect him to laugh at her. It was a deep, hearty laugh that echoed through the chamber and hallways.

“It’s you that hasn’t come to me,” he said, still keeping his back to her.

“That’s wrong. I’ve thought of you every day and night, yet you eluded my dreams.” She took a few steps into the chamber. “I’ve been trying to retrieve you since our last meeting. I decided to name you Martin instead of calling you monster.”

“But I am a monster, Diana. Just because you give me a name that makes you comfortable doesn’t mean I’m not still a monster. You’re trying to humanize me, and I’m not human.”

“Then you prefer to be called a monster?” He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t turn around. She noted he continued to stroke his cock, and her pussy was getting wet. She didn’t ask him to turn, as she had the most amazing view of his buttocks. His whole body was muscled, but his butt was amazing, high and tight. She wanted to put her hands against his skin, to feel her palms stroking him. “You seem angry with me. Why?”

“You know why. You’ve been distracted with thoughts of your new boss.”

“I haven’t seen Dane in weeks,” she said.

“No, but you’ve met Sloan. He preoccupies your mind day and night.”

“No, you’re wrong. I never think about him.”

“Diana, if you weren’t thinking about him, I would have come to you in your dreams.”

“I don’t have any conscious thoughts of him. He annoys me.”

“Yet you find him handsome and alluring. You wonder what it would feel like to have him fuck you, to touch you.” Martin hesitated. “He reminds you of me. Or do I remind you of him? Did you think fucking me would alleviate you of your feelings for Sloan?”

“No.” She paused to consider his words. “You are totally separate from Sloan. I made a mistake with Dane, and he had no discretion. He told Sloan about our time together.”

“Which made Sloan want you, too. You should know by now those two are connected in a strange way.”

“How?” She wandered farther into the chamber and stood just a few feet away. “Beyond the business, how are they connected?” She didn’t understand what her monster was trying to tell her.

“They are connected, Diana. You will realize that soon. Just as you are connected to them.” The monster glanced down at her, giving her a look that made her want to slap him. It was the same sly smile that Dane had used around her often.

“You’re my dream monster, so tell me how you think we’re connected. I don’t understand.”

Standing so close to him, she didn’t care if she was being bold. While waiting for him to answer, she moved her hand to his buttock, her fingers testing the hardness of his flesh. From the corner of her eye, she noted his cock surged in his own hand when she touched him. Diana moved behind him and used both her hands to palm his cheeks. Her nipples budded, and she used more pressure against his skin. She wanted to drop one hand to her pussy but didn’t want to leave his skin.

“Tell me, Monster, how am I connected to Dane and Sloan?”

“You’ll have them both,” he said, his tone low. “Once you do, I’ll disappear.”

“Have them both, as in sex with both of them? Yes, I did do Dane, and all he did was tell Sloan. If anything, the only reason Sloan would want to bed me is to best his friend.”

“You’re wrong, Diana. You’ll take them both together. You’ll be the one to make the decision. Yes, you’ll fuck Sloan, but you’ll have them at the same time because you want to. It will be your initiative.”

“Oh, please. I had enough with one man. Why would I try to have two together? Just the logistics boggle my mind.” She didn’t verbalize that she’d had thoughts along the same line and dismissed them.

“But you’ll work it out, and together, the three of you will have a future. Once you do, I’ll disappear. You’ll have no need for me any longer.”

“I don’t believe you.” She squeezed his flesh between her fingers. “You say it will be my decision then I want all three of you.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you,” he teased, letting out a hearty laugh at her expense.

She pushed her body to lean against his back and wrapped her hands around his thighs, her hands just making contact with his cock. As she stroked him forward and back, she pushed her lower half against him. Her body betrayed her needs by its own actions, becoming creamy. She let her hips jut forward against him. Her nipples were hard and aching. When she thought she could take it no more, she slipped under his arm and came to stand directly in front of him.