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Arthur blinked, and tried to move. His eyes widened slightly as he saw that his hands were restrained at the top of the bed, tied to the metal frame. He shifted, and turned his head. Relief flooded through him as Ariadne approached. She was dressed, he noticed, in a filmy white nightgown, expensive and sensuous. She leaned over him, and kissed his forehead.

"There," she said, beginning to stand up. "I want to make you happy Arthur, understand?"

He nodded, and tried to open his mouth, then realised there was a gag tied round it. He ran his tongue at the edge of the soft cotton material, and blinked. He had never been in a situation before where Ariadne had so forcefully taken control. Feeling unsettled, yet oddly excited, he opened his eyes, wide.

"Arthur. I love you. I'm going to make you realise how much I love you, and you need me."

She began to kiss his face, gently, showering it with kisses. The touch was soft and electric, and he let himself revel in the feel of it. She slid her hands down his torso, using her thumbs to massage and stimulate his skin. He felt himself shudder slightly under the feel of her hands.

Her mouth was sliding over his chest. "I need to go further," she whispered, looking up. Before he could make any movement, she was further down, and her mouth was exploring his most intimate part.

He felt himself stiffen, then began to feel the waves of pleasure. As she carefully, tenderly made him her own, he wanted to exhale, to shout out with pleasure. After a few minutes, she looked up.

"Oh, you're really quiet-" suddenly, the gag was removed. He looked at her, and ran his tongue over his lips. He raised an eyebrow.

"So," he said, tilting his head. "Keeping me here against my will?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Making you realise what you want." She leaned back. "But I'll tell you what you need right now."

To his surprise, she got off the bed, and began to disappear into the kitchen. When she returned, his eyes narrowed. She was holding a small tub of ice cream.

"What have you got that for?" He asked, slightly suspiciously.

"Why do you think?" she responded, peeling off the lid, and digging the spoon in. She offered it to him, and he parted his lips. The sweetness was electrifying.

"You don't let yourself have things you want, Arthur," she chided him. "You need to relax, enjoy yourself, indulge yourself-"

He looked at her. A sudden surge of desire was beginning to course through him He swallowed, leaning over as far as he could. "Untie me." His voice was soft, but low. "Now!"

"Arthur-" Ariadne swallowed, suddenly realising that in this dream, she could lose control of the situation very quickly. "Arthur, I-"

"Ariadne. Untie me"

She shook her head. "No."

"What?" He looked at her, shocked. "Ariadne, untie me, and-"

"No, Arthur..." She smiled. "I'm in control of you here."

Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly, the ground began to shake. As the dream began to ebb away, Ariadne noticed a flash of respect in his eyes.

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