Chapter 3: A Midnight Vow
“You don’t want to know what I am thinking.”
“I told you I want to know…Where are those kisses landing? Tell me!”
“If I tell you, I would steal your time from Sam.”
“He is playing by himself. I am just here, seated, looking after him, waiting for your messages.”
“I want to sit on your lap, TBH.”
“Oh, you have to earn that spot, you know that.”
“Sounds like a punishment.”
“Don’t test me.”
“Mmmm. Is it like stripping my bottoms and receiving spankings that sting?”
“Yes. With my bare hands, of course – as my teeth pull your nipples.”
“Mmmm. Shucks! I miss your lips around my nipples. Your teeth belong here. And your handprints on my ass.”
“You are killing me, Rose!”
“Am I? But I am the one who is so wet right here!”
“Once your ass is so red, I would go down on you and slide my tongue in your pussy, lapping up your wetness.”
“Mmm… Sticking my redenned ass on all fours so you could lick my needy pussy well!”
“Pressing my tongue flat on your pussy. I am nibbling your clit as I slide in one finger, pumping into your slick folds.”
“Oh, fucccckk! Don’t stop, Steve! I am soaking here. Are you hard for real?”
“I am so hard for you, Rose. I want to fuck you for real. All the time.”
“You still do – even if you see me through and through, knowing that I can be so dramatic?”
“I’m glad that you show me yourself, and you keep on coming back despite everything. Pushing my hard cock into you now.”
“Mmm, yes! I want that cock so bad inside me.”
“Slamming into you. Our flesh slapping. Pulling your hair as you push yourself back against me.”
“Oh, Steve, don’t stop! Grab my breast as you fuck me harder!”
“Biting that part of your neck that connects to your shoulder as I drive faster and deeper.”
“Mmm… Fuccckkkk!”
“Oh, I wish I could cum with you for real.”
“One day, my heart. One day we will cum together for real.”
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Steve stands in front of a seemingly abandoned house in the countryside. The wind blows softly, the melancholic kind. He hears some footsteps coming from the backyard. Rustles of dried leaves carried by the wind. And a voice.
“Steve!” Rose calls in a frail voice.
“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t come! I’ve been here for hours, my Rose.”
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. My body hurts a lot, as you know.”
He touches her waist, but his hand grips just the wind. Her eyes, which used to be filled with light, are now watery.
“I am so sorry, Steve…I am sure that we are meant to be together. But not in this lifetime. Whatever happens, our souls will find each other again.”
He could not utter a word. He still tries to grab her, hold her close to his chest, but she remains unmoved, just like a hollow figure standing in front of him, but one that belongs to the wind.
“No, I own you, as you promised – right here, in my world. Get out of whatever kind of fucking place you are in and be with me now.” Steve commands as his voice breaks.
Rose remains unmoved, untouched by him. Her wavy black hair drapes over her shoulder. She forces a smile, and the water from her eyes continues to roll down her cheeks.
Suddenly, a billion bright particles forming a thread come out of her chest. Steve sees this thread glistening like fire, bright red glowing, and flowing into the air in his world, passing through his chest – filling him with unexplainable warmth, calming his nerves until it wraps his beating heart.
He sees Rose disappear right in front of him, yet the red string remains floating, tugging his heart to follow wherever it floats. He steps into the unknown, and he suddenly feels light. He could not feel the ground under his feet. He just feels all this beautiful warmth enveloping him.
Then he wakes up in the soft bed with the woman who just said goodbye in his dream. His chest is heaving. He thought he was crying, but his eyes were dry. She faces the wall, curled under the covers, so he reaches out to her and gives her a tight embrace. She moves her body closer to him, and he feels his cock harden even more. He feels that she is shaking a bit.
Indeed, that cabin in Ottawa feels utterly cold on this winter night. Steve lifts his head a bit to check the fireplace. He slowly unwraps her from his arms and slips out of the covers. He walks toward the fireplace and places more logs into it. He uses the long metal stick to gather the burned ones closer to the new logs. It smells promising. As he stares at the fire, he remembers the red flame of thread that connects his heart to Rose’s in his dream.
Is it a bad dream? He thinks it is. Because he can’t hold her there, and she disappears. But this thought can also happen in real life. As they just really connected online, without any security of a long-term relationship, let alone a committed one, because he is still keeping his marriage with Sarah.
The good thing is that he felt warm as he woke up. Maybe that heat has made his hardwood grow between his legs. Now he can’t squat in front of the fireplace. So he pulls the tiny cushioned seat under the living room’s circular glass table. A piece of sketch paper fell.
He picks the sketch paper and sees a painting of two dark figures almost kissing. The man holds the woman tenderly, and she holds him back. Her heart glows like fire. They hold countless stars and constellations in their bodies.
At the back of this painting is an inscription, “When can I finally let him go?”
Steve feels like a knife stabbed his back. And the wound can only be mended by one touch from that woman sleeping over there. He stares at Rose from the fireplace. He can’t believe that it has been two years since they fought for their love together, yet, secretly, at the back of her mind, she still wants to leave him.
He looks at the painting on that sketch pad, and suddenly, he wants to tear it. But he can’t. He gave the painting set and the sketchbook as his welcome gift to her, but why would he be so mad at how she expressed herself in her art?
So he placed it back where he found it – tucked under the living room table. He looks back at the log, and the new ones have finally caught fire. He steps closer to it to feel more warmth. Now he is torn between restraining himself from doing to Rose what he had been wanting to do before this bad dream occurred, or just letting it go so she could feel how much he wanted to possess her as his own.
With his gut still shaking, Steve feels he can’t tame that raw need to have Rose right now. He knows she is still so sore from all the fucking that they did before they slept, but he wanted more of her, and all of her – body and soul. His desire is so much deeper than he anticipated before driving to this secluded place.
Reason and passion clash deep inside him. His gentle side is saying he has to let her rest. Her body is still fragile from the intensity of their lovemaking. Yet, he wants to disprove this dream. The primal voice in him demands that he hold her in his arms anytime he wants in this cabin, and he will have her on her knees begging.
So he walks closely back to the edge of the bed. The hardwood between his legs throbs even faster. He needs her so badly that he can’t think he could go back to sleep at midnight at all. He must take her again; the primal wins over the gentle deep within.
To him, Rose sleeps like an Asian fairy ready to fulfil his wish. Serenely tucked in, her dark, wavy locks draping her shoulder, with their tip resting on her sumptuous cleavage. Her forehead has a few lines, but they are not so fine. Her small eyes closed with curly lashes, and her luscious lips pressed to each other, begging for his kiss. His kiss or his strong manhood?
Here goes his wish.
Steve unties the string in his bottom pyjamas, and they fall on the floor. He steps out of them as he swallows hard, thinking of the ungodly things that he’d like to do to her. He strokes his manhood, aching for her lips. He moves closer to the side of the bed where Rose is now. He bends his knees a bit, brushes his hard shaft onto her lips and her cheeks. He likes that he can see his pinkish cock change into purple as it grazes her cinnamon skin.
His fairy looks more beautiful in his eyes. He then grabs the blindfold he readied on the nightstand. That black silk wrapped around her eyes looks so good on her. He has to clip her wings soon, when she is ready. But for now, he is taking this step carefully. He can feel his manhood twitch as he slowly adorns her eyes with this blindfold.
“My heart?” Rose sleepily asks as she wakes up.
When she can’t see anything and feels the covering in her eyes. She smiles.
“I am here. Do you feel me?” Steve asks as he continues probing his lips with his purplish, untamable cock closer to her lips.
“Mmm… Yes, my love.” Rose knows his scent so well, and she smiles as she instinctively grabs his shaft.
“Have you been good?” Steve asks with a firmer tone.
“I have been good, you know that, Sir,” she giggles as she touches him. She stretches her upper body and gropes his swelling cock even more. “May I stroke it?”
“Yes, you may,” he approves as he bites his lower lip.
“Steve’s hand is uncovering his fairy’s body now. The back of his right hand trails her jawline. “Open.”
Rose obeys as told. She opens her mouth and licks the tip as he likes it. His mushroom crown tastes so good as the bit of creamy pre-cum oozes from the tiny slit. Her tongue grazes it in circles, wetting and sucking it as she strokes him faster.
Steve could cum right there, but he is holding it. He wants to savour each moment. This fairy must fulfil his wish until the end.
He eases his raging cock into her mouth. The first two inches feel like this fairy has lifted his feet from the ground. Four inches deep, and he feels like he is entering her fantasyland’s gate. Seven inches deep, and she is gagging so hard; he is taking her breath away.
He is so amused by what he sees. His fairy can’t say no to his command. And she will take her to heaven on a whim.
He is hers. His dream is just a bad fucking one, and he will go against it by all his might. “Nobody will own Rose like this,” the primal in him decides.
Rose is so aroused by how Steve fills her mouth and her throat that her panties are so soaked. Now his hand continues to move south, but he stops on her vulva and pulls out of her mouth.
Surprised, she begs. “I need your cock and your finger so bad, Sir!”
“Say, please.”
“Please!”
His other hand caresses her wavy hair and traces her lips. She swallows his index finger as if it were his manhood inside her mouth.
“I beg you, I want your cock, please!”
Steve lifts Rose to the centre of his bed, making her sit. Her back is against the headboard, and she quickly slides a finger between her dripping folds.
“I did not tell you to touch yourself.”
“I am sorry, Sir.”
Steve smiles. This lady is a tough cookie on the outside, and seeing her beg like this is such an amazing sight.
“Are you truly mine?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Say it out loud.”
“I am yours!”
Her chest is heaving as he quickly plants his knees on her sides. Rose throbs even more down there when she smells more of his precum as Steve brushes through her lips again.
“Take it again,” Steve commands.
She slurps her way through his manhood like a sultry fairy that she is. Her tongue is like magic as she licks and sucks his swollen balls first. Her fingers were teasing his crown even more. And her other hand rubs her clit in synch with how she makes his tip ache.
Moans and groans, and the sound of skin being consumed deliciously fill the air. Steve is ramming through Rose’s throat now, and she is groping his ass cheeks like there’s no tomorrow. Her breasts bounce as she catches her breath.
“Roseeee!” Steve screams.
And that is her cue. Her teeth lightly bite the skin of his shaft, pushing down her throat. Instantly, he spurts loads of cum that she can’t even taste in her tongue right away. He shoots it down so fast. All she feels is his perfect warmth.
She squeezes his balls just in time so he can empty them fully into her mouth. And she is in a frenzy. The nerves in her pussy walls quake as two of her fingers hurriedly push and pull deeper and deeper. She pinches her clit. Unfathomable waves of current pulsing from her core.
“Oh, I am cumming, Sir!” Her voice is breaking as she screams.
“You cannot cum yet. Tell me you are only mine and mine alone!” He is holding his last load of cum, too.
“I am yours. Only yours!” Urging him to allow her to let go.
“Tell me you won’t let go of me.” Steve is relishing her abandonment to his word.
“I won’t.” Her breathing is swallowing her words.
“Promise me!” he says emphatically.
“I promise. I won’t let you go,” she lovingly cries.
“Good. Now cum with me!” He demands.
Right then and there, Rose cums as her boyfriend unloads his last cum down her throat. But they both know they are not truly finished yet.
With shaking knees, Steve drops down on the bed, tearing her lacy nightie, kissing the back of her ears, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts and her tummy. His hands grope her breasts, and her hands hold his, urging him to knead them the way she wants him to.
She opens her legs so he can dive into her vulva, now spilling the product of their lovemaking. He instantly laps up her essence with his hungry mouth.
“This cum is mine. All of yours is mine!”
“Yes, all yours! Oh, please don’t stop.”
His skilled tongue flicks her folds as he inserts two fingers, rubbing her crazily. He further drills his tongue deeper, applying more pressure to her labia. He sucks all of her perky clit – from the hood and her tiny shaft and moves his head sideways as he holds her there. It feels so arousingly magical.
“Fucccckkkk!”
With Rose cursing in ecstasy, Steve’s cock has just hardened back that quickly. He guides it to her entrance and pushes it into her flooded velvet folds with much gusto. Now they embrace as she wraps her legs around his waist.
The primal in Steve has not been fully sated yet. He thrusts into her as her body convulses in pain and pleasure. He takes her to the edge in forceful thrusts as he removes her blindfold.
Now looking at each other’s eyes, savouring the warmth in the fire kindled there. It melts Steve’s heart seeing that her eyes are not the saddest compared to what he saw in his dream.
“Promise me you will not leave me, Rose”, he lovingly asks.
“I will always be here, Steve. I love you. You know that,” she says in more ragged breathing.
“But I still want to hear this every day. You are mine, only mine,” he says as his breathing intensifies.
His hips thrust into her more forcefully. They scream together and reach that glorious bliss, exchanging their warmth as no other partners have done to them.
“You are meant to be mine.” He lovingly whispered as he collapsed on her.
“I am yours. I told you… Is everything all right?” She embraces her as she lets him stay inside her, wondering what made him act this way.
“I.. Uhm… I… I dreamt that I couldn’t hold you. And that you disappeared in front of me.” He confessed, almost crying into her neck.
“Oh! Shhh… It’s just a dream,” she says as she tries to manage his full weight on her sore body.
“But it felt real.” Finally, he let go of his tears, wetting her neck and her shoulder.
Rose caresses Steve’s brown hair and his back as he sobs. She had never imagined what a bad dream could do to her boyfriend. It feels like his weary soul finally finds its rest in her arms.
She kisses his cheek. He lifts his head, his hair dangles a bit, and his mouth seizes hers. He plants his lips on hers as she responds with a gentle nibble and a tug of his lower lip. He devours her tongue with some sucking, nibbling and biting. She lets him feast on her mouth as they both desire.
With his chest pressed on hers, their hearts seem to beat as one – amidst the cold, in front of the bunch of embers, he rolls on the bed and tells her to sleep on top of him. His arms lock her waist tight. She listens to his heartbeat more intently as she stares at the fire while clinging to his passionate embrace.
