Ema lay sleeping on Natsume's couch. He was finishing up things for work at the table on his laptop, and she'd drifted off to sleep after staying up late the night before studying. She'd come over to play video games with him, but he needed thirty minutes before he could join her. She decided to wait to play with him.

The problem was she drifted off into one of her "horney dreams" she dubbed them. It was with a naked Natsume, and she had a large rope she'd tied him up with. He was tied to the bed, and she was about to begin torturing him. His eye popped out of his head when she fingered herself while he watched.

Suddenly he was on top of her telling her she was sexy and fucking her hard. When he bit her breast, she moaned out loud. What she didn't know was that Natsume could hear her moan, and his head snapped to look at her.

She did know she was dreaming though. She knew she could never be that bold in real life, but her dreams exposed her deepest fantasies. The ones she would blush scarlet even thinking about them when she was awake.

Now she was on her hands and knees as he took her from behind. He was telling her she had a nice ass and then he spanked her. She moaned out loud again.

The problem with her dreams was that she couldn't ever orgasm. It was always just out of reach, and it was so frustrating. Dream Natsume pulled his cock out of her and thanked her for the orgasm.

"No, no, please don't stop. I need more Natsume." She mumbled in her sleep.

Natsume's eyes were wide in shock as he sat on the floor staring at her. He'd gone over to figure out if the sound she made was a happy noise or distress after the first sound he heard. The second one, when he realized it was a pleasure filled moan, drove him crazy. Then he heard her begging him for more.

What the fuck was wrong with dream Natsume? He couldn't fathom any part of him, even imagined in Ema's head that wouldn't make sure she was fully satisfied.

She woke, and her eyes opened and elocked with his eyes while he sat next to her. "Good dream?" He taunted.

She blushed all the way to her ears. "Umm… yeah. It was… g-good."

"Was it about me?" he pressed. "Did I not satisfy you?" She blushed a deeper shade of red.

He then cupped chin, "Do you have an ache you need me to take care of, Ema? I would do anything for you. You know how I feel about you."

Her eyes slid down, and she looked at the floor. "Umm…"

"Trust me Ema. You know I love you."

"I had a… nice dream. You were in it. And…."

"And…?"

She sat up abruptly and slid onto the floor next to him. She couldn't look him in the eye, though, "I'm… bolder in my dreams. It embarrasses me."

"It won't embarrass me. Tell me, please," he begged.

"At one point I had you tied to the bed and I was torturing you sexually." By a fifth of the way through the sentence, her head was buried in his neck out of embarrassment. She couldn't look at him.

"What if you let me take the lead? Will you let me touch you?" He asked as he placed one hand on her waist.

"Y-yes."

Well that shocked him. He didn't expect her to agree so easily. It didn't stop him, though. Video games and work were now the last things on his mind when he pulled her up with him and towards his room. "You're sure?" He pressed.

The blush came back to her cheeks, and she nodded. "I love you too. I'm sure."

He stopped and pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, threading the fingers of his right hand through her hair. His other hand went to the middle of her back and pressed her firmly to him.

When they parted for air, he whispered, "You have no idea how good that is to hear."

His right hand slid to her cheek, and he caressed it. "You're mine now."