She shakes her head, eyes still on the floor.
“You’re awfully wet for someone who was just sleeping.”
She remains silent.
“Tell me,” I say, spreading her pussy wide and pushing a finger into her, seeing just how turned on she is.
“I had a dream,” she whispers.
“And?”
“And nothing. It was just a dream,” she answers vaguely.
“It was something.” I slide a second finger into her, and she whimpers. “Tell me about it.”
I gently play with her clit, just trying to relax her. The woman is already worked up. No foreplay is needed at this point. “I was running through the woods.” She swallows. “Well, jogging on a trail. And someone was following me.”
“Yeah?” I remove my fingers and slide my hand up over my stomach and chest, smearing herself on her skin. I undo her arms crossed over her chest and start playing with her nipple.
“He …” Moaning, she stops herself.
“What about him?” I ask, telling myself not to get jealous. It was just a dream. “What did he do?”
She’s silent for a long second before whispering, “He knocked me down, tied my hands behind my back, and dragged me off the trail.” Pausing again, she takes in a shaky breath. “And …”
“And what?” I lean in and kiss her neck, tasting the salt from her sweat. Pulling back, I lick my lips for another taste.
“And he fucks me,” she whispers.
“You mean he rapes you,” I correct her.
She whimpers and places her hands over her face.
“Hey.” I grab her arms and pull her hands away. Shaking her head, she drops her face to stare at the floor. I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “Don’t be ashamed, Blake.” I’ve never been one to kink shame. We all like something different. It takes some of us a little more to get off. Some of us have better imaginations than others when it comes to fantasies.
She sniffs. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had the dream.”
“When was the last time you had it?”
“Over the summer. Matt and I were back home, and he was staying over.” She swallows. “I woke up wet and horny. I woke him up to tell him about it. I wanted to mess around. He left and didn’t talk to me for two weeks.” The first tear runs down her face. “He said that there was something wrong with me. That I was fucked up.” She covers her face with her hands and starts to cry.
There is nothing wrong with a girl who has forced-sex fantasies. Matt is just a punk-ass bitch. The more I see how he was and is with her, I think he was training her. I thought he had true feelings for her, but I think there were other reasons as to why he was with her. And I’m going to find out what they are.
I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her. “Good girl.” I praise her for telling me, and her body shakes against mine. Bending down, I put my arm behind her legs and pick her up, carrying her back to her room. That text I was in the middle of can wait.
CHAPTER TWENTY
BLAKELY
“MATT?” I SHOVE his shoulder.
“What?” he mumbles, eyes still closed.
“Get up, babe.” I kiss his chest. “I want to play around.”
“Blakely …” He opens his eyes and checks his cell on my dresser next to my bed. “It’s after midnight.”
“I know.” I get up and straddle his hips. Lifting his hands, I place them on my boobs. “I just had this dream.”
“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles, his hands squeezing my breasts on his own. “Must have been good? What did we do?”
“Well, I was jogging—”
“On that trail I tell you to stay the fuck away from?” He interrupts me.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I was running, and a man was following me. He said he had been watching me.” I grind my pussy on his dick. I can feel how hard it is through his boxers. He won’t fuck me, but we do other things. My body is craving sex. So bad. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. “Anyway, when I went to run away, he chased me down and tied my hands behind my back, and dragged me into the trees …”
His hands drop from my chest. “What?”
I wave off his concerned tone. “I wanted it. There was just something about it. I was …”
“You dreamed you were raped?” he snaps.
I bite my bottom lip nervously. My heart accelerates and shoulders sag.
“Jesus, Blakely. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?” He glares up at me.