Once again, she was in her dream, by the Beach, the usual place.
She felt a hand over her stomach, her gown and the leather glove he had on, the only obstruction for his touch.
She gulped, fighting that farmilar warm feeling that was already strangely taking over her.
This time around she wasn't here for pleasure. She had questions and she needed answers. If she wasn't given, then she had it in mind to take it.
"You are always leaving hurriedly from me. Do I not please you?" he asked, referring to all the moments she had disappeared on him.
"You do. You are my dream, pleasing me is what you do." She said more to herself than to him.
He hummed, pushing her hair up so that he trailed kisses to the back of her neck.
She shivered, from his touch, his kisses, his everything.
He dangled a blindfold in front of her.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
