Louisa Neil (16 page)

“Yeah, I made sure before the party.”

“Let’s just soak for a bit and work out the kinks. Try to forget this evening.”

“I’m with you. But I don’t want to forget how Diana looked.”

“Neither of us will forget that.” They shared a smile, and while Sloan refilled their drinks, Dane headed out the back door. Sloan knew by the time he got there, the tub would be uncovered and Dane probably already soaking.

Arriving home, Diana didn’t turn on any lights. She went straight to the bedroom and kicked off her heels, leaving her dress on, liking how the material caressed her skin. She kept repeating the same word, “monster,” as she closed her eyes and fell asleep. When she woke, she was in the monster’s chamber. Only one thing had changed—there was a large wooden trestle table in the center of the room. He was standing behind it, his huge naked body shimmering in the candlelight.

“You’re dressed,” he said, acknowledging she’d always appeared naked before him.

“Do you like it?” she asked, turning in a circle before him, the table separating them.

“You must. You left it on.”

“For you to strip it off me,” she told him and took a few steps toward him. She leaned forward and let her weight fall on her palms. “Tear it from my body, and fuck my ass.” Her tone was a direct request.

“Don’t you hurt from last night?”

Diana decided he was amused at her tonight. “I was a bit sore, but it was a good kind of sore. It made me remember how you felt inside me all day and night.” She leaned over a bit more. “But I’m not sore anymore. Think you can do it again?”

“Don’t tempt me, Diana. Until now, I’ve practiced patience with you. You don’t want to know what will happen if I let myself go.”

“Do it, Martin. Prove to me you are the monster you believe you are.”

“Don’t dare me, Diana. You’ll lose.”

“I doubt it. You’ve told me from the start you can’t hurt me in my own dreams. You can only use my body as I allow you.”

His smile was different from any she’d seen from him before. Her thighs started to shake with anticipation, and she pressed them together to keep herself from squirming before him. She watched him take very definite steps around the table and come to stand behind her. Diana hadn’t moved. Instead, she pushed her butt higher in the air as an invitation.

“You try my patience,” he said and dropped his hands to her hips. She wasn’t prepared for him to lift her whole body onto the tabletop, to leave her on her hands and knees, but she didn’t complain or move from where he placed her. He was standing directly behind her, his hands stroking her through the material, cupping her breasts with more pressure than he’d ever used before. She pushed her body against him in a sigh to use more power.

“You want me to hurt you?” he asked.

“You won’t hurt me.” There was no question in her tone. “Squeeze my tits, pinch my nipples. It feels different through the fabric.” He had no words. He only continued to cup and pinch at her breasts. When she groaned, he moved one hand down along her waist and around her butt. Over and over, he made the same movement until, finally, she couldn’t stand the suspense anymore. “Do it, Martin. I can sense what you want. You want to use your hands against my skin to leave your mark. Do it.”

“Diana…”

“Damn you, Monster, just do what you want to me. Deep inside, you know what you want. I don’t want the kind, loving Martin I know you can be. Tonight I want my monster to fuck me so I’ll never forget how you feel.”

“And you know what you want, too.” There was no hesitation as his palm connected with her butt. He took his other hand from her breast and used both to spank her buttocks. Over and over, he lifted one then the other and dropped it to her ass. The noise was muffled by the material of her dress, the sound a light thudding noise.
“Do it, Martin. Spank my ass until it’s as red as you like, and then you can fuck it.” He made a groaning noise behind her. “Is your cock hard from spanking me? Come around and let me suck it.”

“No, not yet.” The monster let out a low growling sound.

“No, you want to see my red skin first. Then you’ll come and let me suck you off.” Again, his hands dropped to her ass, first to cup her cheeks then to start spanking her again. “That’s it, make your cock hard. Make my ass so red you’ll come just looking at it.”

“You try my patience,” he told her again, and she felt his hands on the backs of her thighs. He stroked them up and down. On an upward stroke, he probed her pussy with his finger. She was wet, and it slid inside her easily.

“Use another,” she all but begged, and he complied, slipping a second finger in her pussy. He pulled them out, and she let out an anguished cry. He pushed them back in, and she relaxed before him, pushing her butt higher. When he pulled them out completely, she waited before taunting him. Even she knew it wasn’t wise to taunt a monster, even if it was in a dream. His hands ran along her ass and thighs. All at once, she felt the material of her skirt being lifted and heard the material tearing up the back seam as his hands pulled it to the sides and pushed it up around her waist.

“You have a beautiful ass, Diana.”

“Is it red? Red enough to make your cock hard enough to fuck me?”

“Soon.” He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, dropping so his tongue reached her pussy lips. His tongue made long passes along them, occasionally dipping inside her. He wrapped his large hands around her thighs and pulled them wider, leaving her kneeling before him on the table, exposed as he wanted her, exposed as she wanted to be. As he continued to lick her pussy, she held back her smile but not the groan of contentment.

When she thought he’d finally push his fingers or cock in her, she was totally surprised when he lifted her by the waist and turned her around, letting her red bottom drop onto the wood tabletop. He pulled her close to the edge, and she spread her legs wide around his hips. When she thought he’d enter her, his fingers went to her shoulders and pulled the material of her dress down, tearing it from the shoulders, exposing her breasts. The short sleeves held the rest of the material in place. Diana’s whole body shook with anticipation as the material ripped.

“Yes, suck my tits,” she told him and let her chest heave closer to him. While his hands closed around them, she let her own hand drop to her pussy, and she rubbed her clit. When he noted what she was doing, he stopped and laughed at her.

“I didn’t tell you to rub yourself.” He grasped her by the waist and turned her over, back on her hands and knees on the table. He began to spank her again, his palms contacting with her bare skin and making a thwacking sound with each strike. She wiggled back closer to him and accepted his spanking. “Your juices are running down your thighs.”

“You make me hot,” she told him, glancing over her shoulder. “Make me come, Monster. Be the monster you are, not Martin tonight. Push your cock in my pussy, and fuck me until I can’t come anymore.”

“In my own time,” he told her, using his fingers to pinch her red cheeks.

“The color makes you hot. I can see droplets of your cum on your cock tip. Come here and let me lick you clean.”

He didn’t. Instead, she turned away and waited for his next move. His tongue was against her again, and then his teeth started biting her ass cheeks. She felt a shudder run through her, knowing he wasn’t going to break her skin but make her hotter than ever before. Then he’d switch to lick her pussy and anus.

“At least finger me,” she pleaded.

After what seemed like an eternity to her, he pushed two of his fingers in her pussy, licking around them and finally thrusting his tongue in her anus. She shook with his first invasion and set her weight firmly to accept the next. As he’d done before, he used his tongue as a small cock to fuck her ass, leaving her coated with saliva, ready to be penetrated.

“More, Monster,” she cried and somehow knew their time was coming to a close. His hands spanked her a few more times before he used one on her hip and held her in place. She waited for his cock to invade her body, to stretch her beyond what she knew. When he pushed his cock inside her pussy, her muscles grasped at him, pulling him deeper in her body. She sighed and pushed back to accept him deeper in her body. “Stretch me so I’ll never forget how your cock feels in my pussy.”

“That’s what I wanted,” she told him and settled into the rhythm he began, pushing back when he’d withdraw. He began to spank her ass again, and she knew he felt her pussy milking his cock. His groan gave him away, and she felt him surge inside her. Still, it wasn’t enough for Diana. “Martin, finger my ass while you fuck my pussy.”

He didn’t speak, only slid one of his large fingers in her anus. That gave her body the change she needed, and she came. As he started to pull out, she reached around and grasped his arm.

“Fuck my ass, Martin. Use me as the monster side of you would. Fuck my ass now, and make me come like never before, like no human man will ever make me come.” In a flash, Diana saw Sloan standing behind her. When she blinked, his image returned to that of her monster.

“You can never go back, Diana. Once I do this, you’ll never be satisfied by a single man.” He gave her a look that made her think of Dane and Sloan.

“I don’t care. Fuck my ass with your huge monster cock. Do it now, Monster. Do it. Spank my ass while you fuck it so I’ll never forget you.” Diana understood once she let this happen, he’d never come back to her dreams. She wanted to keep him but understood he’d be gone from her sleep. With no further conversation, he pushed his cock in her pussy, fucking her only a few strokes before pulling out and pushing higher, pushing his entire length up her ass. He stilled for a few seconds, his hands on her hips. “Don’t stop. I want to feel it all, everything you have.”

“I’ll miss you, Diana.” His voice was low almost mournful, she decided.

“I’ll miss you, too, Martin. And I’ll miss my monster. Now fuck my ass like you’ll never see me again.”

Grasping her hips, he pulled her closer to the edge of the table and began to push his cock in her anus, deeper and deeper, until she felt his body against her sore ass cheeks. Then he pulled back and pushed forward again. Diana didn’t know how long he fucked her, only that sometime in the middle, he began to spank her butt cheeks again. She reveled in each stroke of his cock and his hands. When she turned and saw their shadow on the chamber wall, she came, her body clasping around his cock. She felt his cum spurt inside her, felt the heat he produced. He paused and dropped over her back, his breathing as irregular as hers.

Reaching back, she could only reach his arm. “Thank you, Monster. I’ll miss you and the side of you I call Martin.”

“I’ll miss you, Diana.”

“I’ll dream you back, I promise.” She felt him thrust inside her a few more times, and then there was nothing but darkness.

* * * *

Diana woke in her room on her bed. There was no question in her mind where her dreams had taken her. As she became accustomed, she stretched her arms and legs before trying to get up. Then she reached to switch on the bedside lamp. She blinked back the sudden light and waited for her eyes to adjust. Sitting on the side of the bed, the top of her dress fell forward, baring her chest, the back held up only by the short sleeves that were still intact. Diana smiled wider than she had in ages. Standing and stretching to her full height, she took the few steps to the mirror on the door.

What she saw amazed her. Her hair was tussled, and her chest had the same marks around her breasts. She pulled up the material of her dress and decided she didn’t care if it was beyond repair. Turning around, she looked over her shoulders and saw the back of the dress split up the seam from the hem to her waist. Again she laughed. Tentatively, she moved the material aside and gasped when she saw how red her buttocks were. With a gentle hand, she rubbed her fingers over them. She was sore but noted even though there were teeth marks on her buttocks, her skin hadn’t been broken. The longer she stood, the more of her monster’s cum slid from her anus down the backs of her legs. It took a few tries, but she managed to tear off the rest of the dress, letting the material fall to the floor at her feet. She took a step and kicked it aside, appraising her naked body and the changes that happened since her visit to her dream monster.

“He gave me everything I asked for.” She spoke to her reflection as if she needed the reinforcement. “He didn’t hurt me, but he gave me what I asked for. I’ve been thoroughly fucked like never before. Now all I have to do is find someone in the real world who will do the same things for me.” Diana turned from side to side and grinned. “Or maybe two men.”

With a smile on her lips, she dropped back onto her bed and reached to shut the light. She lay on her belly with just the light sheet over her, any movement a divine torture to her skin and memories. Diana snaked her right hand between the mattress and her body and started to rub her clit as she remembered every moment of her dream. Her orgasm was light compared to those her monster, Martin, gave her, but it was enough to relax her to sleep.

* * * *

Diana woke knowing exactly where she was. Her body ached, but she didn’t hurt as badly as she’d anticipated. As she had yesterday, she stretched before trying to stand and then shuffled to the kitchen to make coffee. She chose to stand and lean on the counter to drink the hot brew, not wanting to sit at the table. If she did, she knew her ass wouldn’t hurt as much as she wanted. When the soreness faded, so would her Monster Martin. The names had become interchangeable in her mind. She knew the dream would drift away, but she wanted to commit each act to memory. After her second cup, she made herself go to the living room to do her yoga routine. Afterward, she forced herself to the shower, hesitant to wash away the remnants of Martin’s cum. In a clean robe, she carefully sat on her living room sofa and flipped channels on the television. Eventually she lay back on her side, taking the pressure off her butt. It didn’t matter what was on, only that it was light and noise. Occasionally, she’d reach back and rub her butt cheeks. Each time, she couldn’t hold back her smile.