Chapter 6

Once her brain cells had recovered enough to formulate words again, she asked him about the manacles. "Are you sure about this, Bull? I seem to be making things worse." He brushed against her lips. "Yes, I'm sure, and no, you're not making things worse. When I was talking to you about the nightmares, I could feel something cracking open inside of me."

She looked dubious. "Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah, I think it is, I feel..." He sighed. "I'm not great at explaining things like this, but suffice it to say, I do feel a bit better." He met her searching gaze easily, letting her see the truth of his words. Eventually, she gave a nod, and a smile that promised all sorts of naughty things.

"I think you deserve your reward now." He licked his lips as she drew closer, but in the interest of good relationships, he felt he should be honest with her. "There is more to the dream." She leaned back, her finger tapping against her lips while she thought the matter over.

After a few moments, she looked down at him. "Thank you for telling me, but I think you need a distraction." She bent forward, lowering one breast to his mouth. He closed his lips hungrily over the now soft nipple, her ardour having cooled during the last few minutes.

She gasped his name as he pressed the delicate bud to the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He could feel the skin pebble as he suckled on the tip, his teeth nipping lightly, tasting her with long swirling licks. Her thighs tightened around his waist as her hand cupped the back of his skull, needing an anchor amidst the rising desire.

He worked his way over to the other nipple and devoured it, relishing the taste and scent of her until she withdrew. He managed to reach up and place a quick kiss on one perky nipple before she got out of range. She flashed him a smile, acknowledging his sneaky move, before sliding down his body stopping only when her backside nudged against his erection.

She trapped the thick length between his stomach and her pussy and rocked her hips back and forth, coating him with her arousal. Adaar moaned softly as he hardened beneath her, the throbbing erection enhancing her pleasure. There was a movement behind her and then his thighs were pressed on either side of her spine. She glanced over her shoulder and saw he'd bent his legs to give her a back rest.

"Always the gentleman, Bull." She reached back, her hands resting on solid muscle. "Hmm, that's not what you say when I have you tied up." She chuckled, happy to hear him sounding more like his old self, although she knew they still had a ways to go.

With that thought foremost in her mind, she directed her attention back to the main goal, ready to take this night in the right direction and hopefully a happy ending for both of them.

She changed positions so that her back now faced Bull and tapped his thighs to indicate that she wanted them flat on the bed once more. She checked the cock ring and found it was applying just the right amount of pressure. Satisfied he was in no real pain, her fingers closed around his heavy penis and positioned it against her entrance.

Slowly, she took him inside her, enjoying the feel of his broad head stretching her open, his length stroking against all the right spots. She could feel his carnal gaze wander over her body, the intensity of it scorching her skin. She rested her head on her shoulders, the soft strands of her hair whispering across her back like a lover's fingers.

Tensing her thigh muscles, she lifted until only the tip of his cock remained inside, held the position and squeezed her pelvic muscles together, massaging the glans. When Bull tried to buck upwards, push himself deeper into her, she lowered herself, taking his restless hips down to the bed.

She looked over her shoulder and saw the tight need in his face, the lusty fire in his eyes and shivered. She threw him a saucy grin, saw his hands clench around the manacles as she turned away. She rolled her hips in a sensual, wanton rhythm, her buttocks flexed and released with each lift, her spine stretched upwards, drawing his eyes to the curve of her waist, her generous hips.

There was a deep, rumbling growl, her only warning before his cock pistoned into her, taking her breath away with the force of his need. She leaned forward, pressed her hands to his thighs and lifted off him.

"No!" His breathing was ragged as he exclaimed at her withdrawal. She watched his hips pump into thin air for a few seconds afterwards, his cock and brain still catching up with the loss of her wet heat. When he lay still, she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on his chest which rose and fell rapidly with each rough breath.

"Tell me the rest of the nightmare." The change in tactics was unexpected, so much so, that he was talking before he even had chance to think about it.

"When the darkness clears, I can see the concern on your face. You step towards me, and I want to scream, tell you to leave, to run from my darkness, to..." his breath hitched and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion, "Kill me, to put your sword through my heart and end it. But nothing comes out, because I'm trapped inside the darkness now."

A shudder worked it's way through his large body, his hands clenched so tightly to the slat that she thought it would snap under the pressure. Her main concern was whether the same could be said of Bull, but she stayed quiet, intuitively knowing that this was the part of his nightmare eating away at him. He pulled in a stuttering breath before speaking, and when he did his tone was deceptively calm.

"You walk over, your mouth is moving, but I can't hear you, because I'm still screaming. I can feel what was once my body, lifting it's arm, hefting that large two handed axe. I know what it's going to do. I fight him, fuck, I fight him so hard, but in the end, it's useless. I can only watch helplessly as I swing and take off your head."

With each word, his voice grew louder until he was shouting. "I couldn't fucking save you! I couldn't save him. I just stood there and watched your head roll along the ground while I laughed. I fucking laughed!"

The slat creaked ominously now as his whole body tightened, his muscles screaming to move, to fight back in the only way he knew how. She laid herself over him, crooning to him in a soft voice. One glance at his hands told her the manacles were going to have to come off.

She reached over, took the key and this time he didn't stop her, was still too wound up to say anything. She released the locks and rubbed his hands and wrists until the blue tinge faded and the normal colour returned.

Adaar climbed back onto the bed, tears flowing freely down her face as she rubbed his sore shoulders while continuing to speak softly to him, inane words meant only to comfort and let him know he wasn't alone.