Wet Dreams

She was naked, tied and cuffed to a queen sized bed. Her skin was covered in sweat, and her nipples hardened into a tight bundle of nerves.

She felt light fingertips on her belly, tingles sparked as her body reacted to his touch. He stroked her thighs, and the hand trailed to her sides until it reached her breasts. He placed his hands on her breasts, pinched her nipple causing her to gasp out in pleasure.

She arched her restricted body closer to his fingers.

“Do you like that?” A deep gruff voice asked, making her open her eyes slowly. She saw the silhouette of a man standing above her, but she couldn't see his face. She didn't miss the shadows of tattoos that marred his entire upper muscular body.

He was tall, a looming figure of pain and death. His black hair fell over his face messily. Though she couldn't see his face properly, his black eyes held a darkness that shocked her.

But she wasn't afraid of him and that's what surprised her. She craved his touch like the very air she