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"Arthur?" Ariadne whispered. He was turning his head towards her, smiling. She blinked. Taking him into this dream had been a risk, but his expression was showing a satisfaction she'd never seen before. He looked at her directly. "Yes, Ariadne?"

"I-" she blinked. "I-"

"Oh, you don't have to explain, Ariadne." Arthur was smiling. "You tie me up, feed me ice cream, make me feel-" he leaned forward, his body coiled around the covers - "desired."

"I did?" she blinked.

"Yes." He put his hand on her wrist, and began to pull her forward, kissing her softly on the mouth. "But, if you want to do this, we need to do it properly."

"Are you serious?"

"Ariadne. I'm prepared to be submissive to you. But we have to do it right. And doing it in a dream, is not." He frowned slightly, then turned and looked at the clock. "Its only 2am. We have the rest of the night."

She swallowed, and nodded. "I think I need some water."

Before he could speak again, she had got up, walking into the kitchen. As she poured herself a glass of water, she took a sip, feeling her hand tremble. Arthur was asking her to be dominant, a thought that she had never considered. She felt her hand tremble again, and put the glass down, carefully.

After a few more minutes passed, she took a deep breath. She had to go back, to see what Arthur intended. This was new. She had dreamed about it, fantasised - but now the reality was presenting itself, and confusion mixed with desire was coursing through her.

She turned, and began to walk back to the bedroom. Arthur was lying in the bed, stretched out. She swallowed, and began to adopt her new persona.

"Arthur." Her voice was forceful. "Sit up."

He blinked, and began to smile. "Of course," he replied, almost coquettely, and she moved over to him. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a pair of tights.

"I'm going to tie your hands behind your back," she informed him. "If at any point this begins to hurt, you need to use the safe word."

He nodded. As he leaned forward, and she looped the fabric around his wrists, and pulled tight, she leaned down, and nuzzled the back of his neck with her chin. She heard him sigh, softly.

"Right." She swallowed. "I think you shouldn't have to see either." She began to blindfold him, and then had a thought.

"Arthur, I'm going to gag you. I want you to enjoy this, but I don't need you to tell me you're enjoying it."

"Of course."

As she dug in her drawer for a gag, she felt powerful. As Arthur was steadily deprived of his sight and voice, she planned her nest move. Carefully, she sat on top of his legs, straddling him. His back was against the wall, and she leaned forward, kissing him on the neck. As she felt him swallow, she kissed him again. And again. His neck shivered from her touch.

She reached out, beginning to trace her fingers down his chest. As he jerked his head, she knew that she was moving correctly, making him want her. She could hear a slight whining in his throat, the sound of desire.

She began to move further down his body, and started to kiss his torso. She lightly traced her fingers over it, noting the shape of the ribs, and the smooth, lean muscle. As she ran her hands down his waist, she paused as she came to his hips.

Leaning down, she kissed his abdomen, then moved to him most intimate part. As she placed her mouth upon it, she felt him shudder. Using her tongue, she proceeded to pleasure him, feeling his body convulse slightly under his touch. She took him in her mouth, gently massaging with her teeth.

She heard him groan, a sound deep from the back of his throat. She swallowed. Carefully, she began to pull her the silky nightgown she was wearing, and started to straddle him.

As she did so, she could feel him jerk. Leaning over, carefully, she pulled off the gag, leaving his mouth free. "Ariadne," he gasped, his voice rough with desire.

Swallowing, she began to move, allowing him inside her. Then, realising the tension had mounted, she began to ride him, urging him towards release.

As she moved, he did. She felt a sudden freedom, realising that this man was beneath her, and it was she who was causing him such unique, intoxicating pleasure. As she moved more quickly, she realised his breathing was becoming more rhythmic, more deep. As she moved, he moved with her.

Finally, they moved towards climax. As the sense of bliss hit her, she heard him moan with pleasure, then say one word:

"Ariadne!"

In that moment, she knew he was hers.

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