Let me feel your warm embrace
Release the colours in your mind
I'll put a smile upon your face
I've got what it takes to make you mine

Becca doesn't even stir when her phone alarm starts beeping. She's nestled into my side, her back pressed against me, arms curled around her pillow. The sheets have slid down to her waist and as I lean over her to silence her phone, my dick stirs against her naked ass. She mumbles something into the pillow, hair all over her face.

I really should have made her go back to bed sooner last night. Although then again, that would have delayed the conversation that followed. Of all the things that I imagined she would tell me, that was not top of the list. To be honest, I have no idea what I expected her to say, but it definitely wasn't that. But shit... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on by her admission. Not that I imagine tying my girlfriend up on the regular or anything. No, it was more the fact that she trusted me enough to tell me in the first place. And even more that she would trust me with her body like that.

She fell asleep the second her head hit the pillows, whilst I was still stuck in the twilight zone, thoughts buzzing around my head as she snuggled against me. The thought of fulfilling her wildest dream was thrilling, yet unnerving. I didn't tell her last night, but this would be a first for me. I've never been with a woman long enough to divulge secrets like this. Things have gotten pretty wild in the past, hell, they're pretty wild with Becca as it is, but I've never set out to knowingly fulfil someone's fantasy. Especially one that requires a hell of a lot of trust on her part.

Restraining her with my hands is one thing. It's quite a leap from that to handcuffing. Teasing her, no problem. But teasing her in a position that will leave her completely under my control? Fuck. I claw at her clothes every damn time we're together, but cutting them from her, which will obviously require a knife and therefore opening up the possibility of hurting her in the process? A complete mind-fuck. Hence why I suggested we started small. She might want all those things, but I'll be damned if I make the mistake of not testing the waters with her first. The difference between fantasy and reality is pretty damn huge after all.

But I am honoured to be able to do any of this with her. And I couldn't help teasing her a little last night. I made myself a promise to make sure she didn't regret telling me, but it was hard to resist not sharing the image that had been conjured in my minds eye.

I glance over at the bedside table clock. It's just after six and I swear she said something about starting early today so she could get home early too.

"Becca," I stroke her back, my fingers creeping up over her shoulder to nudge her gently. "Babe, your alarm..."

She buries her face further into the pillow and I can't help but grin. I'm not the best at mornings myself, but I'm a fucking dream in comparison. If it's before 8am, then there's no hope until she's downed at least one cup of coffee. Extra strong, with one sugar a minimum requirement.

"Becca," I prompt again, this time getting a muffled groan in return.

"What time is it?" she mumbles after a few seconds.

"Six."

She grunts in response, still refusing to move. I let my hand trail down her exposed back.

"That's not helping," she grumbles, finally turning her head to the side, hair still strewn over her face. "How can I be expected to get up if you keep doing that?"

"You'd rather I just push you out of bed?"

"No..." One hand emerges from under the pillow to push blonde strands from her eyes. "Just reminds me of what I'd rather be doing instead of work."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"You."

I smirk, my fingers following the curve of her spine right down to the rise of her ass. "I think we have time."

"We don't."

"I think you underestimate me, darlin'." I move closer, rearranging the sheets until I'm hovering over her, my lips dropping to her head, as my hips slowly grind against hers. "I reckon we got plenty of time for this and a little more... And I bet I can still get you out the flat by seven."

"That's quite a challenge, Mr Ambrose."

"And when have I ever backed down from a challenge?"

I push her hair away from her neck, placing soft kisses along the warm exposed skin. My legs slide either side of hers, my knees pressing into the bed to steady myself as I seek out her hands and push them above her head.

"Maybe this is how we'll start," I tell her between kisses.

"Start what?" she whispers back, her breath hitching as I squeeze her wrists in one hand.

"Experimenting."

"Mmm..."

"Maybe just tie them together at first," I murmur against her shoulder blade. "And then tie them to the bed-frame... Have you all stretched out and willing for me..."

Her ass rocks up to rub against my crotch and I have to drop one hand to her hip to push her back down.

"You're needy this morning, darlin'. Tell me what you want." With my weight balanced between my forearm and knees, I slip my hand from her hip to the flesh of her ass, squeezing at first and then letting my fingers trail down until...

"Dean..." It's a soft whine that goes straight to my dick.

"Fuck, Becca... You're soaked. You really did have some sweet dreams, huh?" My fingers slip against her wet opening, widening my own legs so she can spread hers further too, granting me more and more access as she does.

"Yes," she moans, half-muffled still by the pillow.

I push one finger inside her, relishing in her hiss and consequent curse. "You wanna tell me about them?"

"I... Dean... Shit..." she groans as I flick my thumb over her clit.

"What was that?" I smirk against her back, shifting a little further down, releasing her wrists as I go.

"More..."

I push another finger inside her, a groan slipping from my lips as I feel her pussy clench them firmly. A cacophony of words spill from her mouth, half-moaned, half-mumbled.

"Your hand... Your mouth... Fuck... My..."

I slow my strokes, reaching to curl my fingers in her hair, twisting her head away from the pillow. "My what?"

She stares down at me with hazy eyes. "My vibrator."

I press my lips to her mid-back, my eyes still fixed on hers. "You... Shit, Becca... I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good, I promise, darlin'."

I tug her head back a little more, her eyes fluttering closed as I pick up my pace, my fingers sliding in and out of her with renewed force.

"Bend your knees," I tell her, releasing her hair as I rest my chin on the swell of her ass, my hand sliding down to press into the small of her back as she does as I command.

I pull my fingers from her, noting how she's still looking over her shoulder at me. I lick them clean, one at a time, groaning at her unique taste that she saves just for me.

"As sweet as always," I tell her with a smirk, my hands palming her ass, pulling it higher still. I nip at the soft flesh of one cheek, my hand squeezing the other before landing a soft smack against it. "Harder?"

"Harder," she confirms.

I'm fascinated by the way the flesh ripples under each smack, how the colour slowly builds, how her yelps mingle with moans and whimpered pleads. My dick is rock hard, pressed against the mattress as I fight the urge to slam into her right now.

But my mouth is also drooling at the thought of her exposed like this to me. Normally she's on her back or upright on my mouth. Rarely like this. Only once maybe, but then again it was different – my dick was in her mouth for one thing and the angle... It wasn't the same as this.

"Dean..."

"Ssh," I murmur, my hand squeezing her hip reassuringly as I ease back slightly and survey the landscape before me.

With her legs spread, knees bent, ass in the air, I can see every inch of her sex. Reaching out, I move her cheeks apart, earning a desperate whimper from Becca as I take in the small, puckered hole that sits untouched. Leaning forward once again, I nip at the tight flesh of her ass, scraping my teeth south, breathing her in as I do.

Her hips thrust back as my tongue slides along her opening and I have to reach over to push her back to the bed. Her ass closes around my mouth as I lap at her slit, my own moans muffled in flesh, making her flinch in my arms.

I snake my free hand underneath, seeking out her clit as I deepen my kiss on her pussy, my tongue pushing inside. My name floats through the air as I press harder with my hand on her back, holding her to me as I fuck her with my tongue. Her juices wet my lips too, make my thumb on her clit slide more easily. I'm greedy with her, torn between licking her dry and making her even wetter, my fingers undecided on sharp twists of her clit or soft, barely there strokes. Each brings a different sound from her throat and I toy between my preference, soon realising that I have none, I just love hearing her come undone.

I lick lower, my tongue switching place with my fingers. Long strokes from her clit right up to the tail-end of her slit and back down. Long, throaty moans rumble through the air as I do. My fingers slip back inside her as I return to her clit, tugging it between my lips. Two fingers, a third, wetting it thoroughly before removing and sliding it further up. But I'm on high alert, anticipating a command to stop or her body to freeze.

But neither come. Not when I gently tease, not daring to push hard, just testing her reception to a proposition. I moan around her clit as she lets me explore her boundaries, my fingers thrusting hard inside her pussy, my tongue relentless on her clit as I push her firmly onto the bed, her ass slamming back into my face and mouth as she howls.

"DEAN... FUCK!"

I lick her softly, avoiding her over-sensitive clit for the time-being. I press kisses to the red-marks from my hand on her ass, on her back as I crawl back over her. My rock-hard dick slips against her wet entrance and her hips lazily thrust back. But I have other ideas.

"Up," I nudge her. She rises slowly, rocking back on her spread thighs, nuzzling against my touch as I move her around so that she faces the foot of the bed. I slide my legs alongside her bent ones, my hand slipping around her waist and pulling her back.

Her ass nestles in my lap for a second as she curls her legs under mine, her heels rubbing against my hips. I lift her gently, groaning as I feel a hand slip between us to grip my dick. She fists the head for a second before guiding it inside her warm entrance.

She instinctively rocks forward, one hand on my knee, the other clutching the bedsheets, her ass wiggling back she takes me in to the hilt.

"Shit..."

I echo her reaction, groaning her name as she looks at me over her shoulder.

"Becca... Fuck... C'mere." But it's my arm that curls around her and brings her back to me, my lips finding the hot skin of her shoulder as she starts to rock back and forth on my dick.

My free hand scrambles from purchase on the bedsheets behind me, anchoring me firm. My other finds her breasts, squeezing one, twisting the nipple sharply until she hisses. I tug it vigorously as she fucks herself on my length, her head falling backwards, her back arching so that I automatically hit that spot inside her.

"That's it, Becca... Christ, you feel so good... Fuck my dick, darlin', ride it good..."

"Dean..."

Her hand is on mine, urging it higher. It slips from her breast, moves to her shoulder and then...

"Jesus, Becca..."

She squeezes my fingers reassuringly, spreading them across her throat. "Please..."

Her hips roll against mine with urgency, silently promising me she's got all that under control. Her fingers drop from mine and over her shoulder I can see him work their way back to her breast, pinching one nipple and then the other before gliding over her stomach, between her legs.

"Please," she murmurs again.

My fingers flutter around her throat, unsure. I'm acutely aware of what my own strength can do. My fingers have left bruises on her thighs before now, angry red marks around her wrists. There's no fucking way I'm letting that happen to her throat.

But fuck... My dick is drenched with her juices. Her breathing is shallow and fast. She squeezes my length with her pussy, whispers her plea once again.

My fingers tighten ever so slightly. She gasps on the release.

"Again..."

I move my hand, placing more emphasis on my palm, my fingers on the side of her throat as I apply pressure and pull her head back to my shoulder at the same time. Her eyes flicker closed, air pushing through her pouty lips.

I release, her gasp louder this time, her eyes flying open, gleaming with desire and something else.

But I barely have time to register what it is, when they close again.

"I'm close," she whispers, her head rocking to the side, her lips against my neck as I loosely clutch her throat still, my supporting arm threatening to give way, forcing me to grab at her hip instead and thrust up harder, faster as I fall back onto the pillows, sweat running down my face. My hand falls from her throat, grips her shoulder instead as she tightens and throbs around my length.

She lets out a tight cry, freezing for a split second as I slam my hips up to hers and with a painful grip on her body, let myself go.

Becca collapses back, my dick slipping from her in the process, smearing our mixed release along her thigh. My nose is buried in her hair, my eyes squeezed shut as I struggle to catch my breath.

"Is your neck okay?" I mumble into the silence, nudging her head to one side so I can inspect for myself.

There's no marks, no bruises. Relief washes through me as I take in the pale skin, pure and clean as always.

"It's fine," she assures me. "You were fine."

"I didn't know you were into that," I say against her shoulder, my lips finding her skin damp with sweat.

"I didn't either..." She finds my hands and squeezes. "Felt good though."

There's a pause.

"You okay with that?" she asks, shifting her head to look at me.

"If that's what you want–"

But she shakes her head. "No, do you want to do that to me?"

I frown.

"I don't want to make you do something you're not comfortable with," she continues. "It's a two-way street, right?"

"Right." I press my lips to her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you, that's all."

"You never hurt me."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Trust me," she grins. "If you'd hurt me, you'd know it by now."

I remember what I did earlier, where my finger teased and stroked. "Really?"

"Really." She glances at the clock. "Fuck, I gotta get ready." But she twists in my arms first, her lips locking with mine in a long, sultry kiss.

"You wanna go out tonight or stay in?" I ask as she moves off the bed.

"Stay in," she decides in a second. "We can talk more, yeah?"

"Sure." I swing my legs off the bed and stretch.

"What are you doing?"

I glance over at her. "Getting up. I'll shower back at mine."

"Why? You can shower after me."

"I don't want to make you even more late." I reach for my boxers and tug them up.

"Don't be stupid. I'll leave you a spare key."

The words hang in the air and we stare at each other for a moment. "Are you sure?"

Becca blinks and then smiles. "Sure." She steps forward, kneeling on the bed and leaning over to me. Her lips brush against mine, soft and sweet. "I trust you."

"Trust you too," I mumble, grinning as she pushes me back into the sheets.

"Go back to sleep, Dean," she whispers, another kiss landing on my lips. "Sweet dreams."

My eyes feel heavy as she slides away, her fingers ghosting over my thighs before she's gone. But only for a second. In my head, she's still there, curled against me, my face nestled in her air, my arms wrapped tightly around her. I smile into the early morning sun.

That look in her eyes...

Could it be...

Could I be...

Fin x