(I have no clue what this piano piece is called but it's suppose to be scary... but I thought it sounded more like dreamy music hint: b/c of the title. ;)))))
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I read the letter over again, for about the hundredth time. I was now siting mermaid style, on my new white couch; in my in my new apartment. More like a penthouse. This place was huge!
It was three stories high on the very top of a skyscraper building. It was was amazing, with a view of the busy streets of New York below. On every level, big windows surrounded the apartment. Giving you a clear view of the city from all around. My favorite place in this whole penthouse was my room. There are at least three different bedrooms. Each one has there own theme. One was all lavender with an outer space theme to it. Another one was all black and dark. The last one was my favorite. It gave you a clear view of the city, with a sliding glass door that lead out to a aqua blue, infinity pool. It had little furniture but it was perfect!
I had to say this was all strange. I kept getting the weirdest feeling that something was going on.
Like how did he know I would accept the job and leave that note in the car? And this penthouse was a little overdoing it. And the new clothes. The closet itself was bigger then my old room back at my house. Rows of colored organized, clothes hung from cloth hangers. There were about a thousand different pairs of every kind of shoe. He even got my shoe size and clothes right! Who cares, you have an easy job and an amazing house! My dark side whispers to me.
While another side of me told me I should go back to my dorm.
But where's the fun in that? The tiny voice edged on. I wanted to ignore those thoughts, but I got distracted, as I headed to the bathroom connected to my room.
"Holy cheese-balls!" I say in a whisper.
The bathroom sparkled and shined from the polished marble. In one corner was a heated toilet. Yes, a freaking heated toilet for my buns!
Ha!
In the middle, was a huge, vintage creme colored, tub with gold claws on each leg. On one side of the bathroom was a slick circular looking bowl, with a waterfall looking spout. A huge clean mirror hung a over the spectacular sink.
It gets better.
I slowly walk over to the sliding glass shower. It's floor was made out of some kind of glossy marbles. It was so big in the inside it looked like it could hold a family of five in the inside of it. There were three shower heads in the inside of it. One in the ceiling of the middle of it. Then two on the opposite sides of one another.
Could this place get any better!?
I find a pair of my own pajamas that I brought back from my dorm. It was my favorite rubber ducky sweat pants and pale blue matching tank-top with bubbles on it. Then I take a long shower.
I take my time washing my curly, brown hair and detangling it with my fingers. Once all clean and dressed. I head downstairs to kitchen to feed my angry stomach.
It grumbled at me for not feeding it this morning.
Let's see what type of food Devlin stored for me. My heart sank as I threw open the fridge door. Labels on different kind of urban food screamed out, fat free this! protein that. And every letter from the vitamin family.
A big container of green mush stared at me. It looked like vomit. There was no way in hell I was drinking that. Instead I find the house phone book and order pizza and a liter of soda. That should last me until I get paid and go grocery shopping and get some real fattening food.
My eyes grew heavy, as I watched my favorite show American Horror stories, on the big flat screen tv.
I was to lazy to get up off the couch and go up stairs to my king sized bed upstairs. The stairs were to far away, and the couch was so comfy. With my belly full off of four slices of greasy, cheesy, finger licking pizza and soda, it was time for me to catch some Z's.
My eyes close, sending me into a deep sleep of sweet dreams.
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I felt soft, gentle hands pick me up in they're arms. Carefully they maneuvered me into a comfortable position. I didn't open my eyes to see who it was. I felt safe in these arms. They reminded me if my mothers; only stronger.
"Momma." I mumble in a sigh.
When I didn't get her usual reply of "Honey bunny" or "sweet cakes," I knew something was wrong.
I lazily flutter my eyes open and see Devlin.
This had to have been some kind of dream.
"Yes, this is a dream." he whispers into my ear. His voice was like smooth velvet, dipped in sugar. "Mmmhmm." I hum agreeing with him. It made sense now. This had to be a dream. There was no way he could have gotten in without me knowing. There was an alarm system hooked up to the entire house. If the door was open a female voice would have spoke, signaling that the the door was open. Yet I didn't get waken up by her. And how could he have possibly know what I was thinking? Yep this was a dream.
If it wasn't real, I wouldn't have been able to say this in the real world to him.
"Kiss me Devlin. Kiss me like you want to make love to me." I sigh out softly.
He lays me gently on my bed. I hadn't realized we he had arrived at my room.
"As you wish, for this is but a dream." he says in a far away tone.
He leans on top of me, careful not to put all his weight on me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our lips crashed against each other with eagerness. His warm lips were softer then I had imagined. They felt like silk against mine. It felt so real, but I kept getting this feeling that I was still asleep.
He deepens the kiss by flicking his warm tongue, past my parted lips. I accept his gentle invitation by allowing my tongue to greet his. He runs his fingers through my hair, making me purr with temptation as he lightly yanked at it.
Another hand squeezes and tugs at my sore, rock hard nipples. Making me squeal with excitement from the painful sweetness.
Then another, soft hand, gently glides down my flat belly. Past my ducky sweats and between my thighs. I gasped as he rubs my sensitive clit with his experienced fingers.
His fingers were like magic against my cunt. "Devlin," I gasp out, "please, d-do it... Please!" I cry out with lust. In a quick smooth move he yanks my underwear and pajamas off. Tossing them over his shoulders like trash. I fumble for his zipper on his pants and he allows me. Those intense shocking blue eyes stare at me with the same lust that I was feeling.
In incredible strength, I tear his pants off like it was nothing. His big erection pops up as if to say, "Well hello there!" He was freaking huge! He had to be at least bigger then 8 inches.
"Holy Sh..." my words were cut off as he started to suck hard on my neck while continuing to play with my pussy. That shut me up real quick.
He lifts away from my neck and moans softly as I tug at his curls harshly, as he repeatedly flicked his fingers across a sensitive spot.
"I need you to want me and only me. Your already soaking wet and you taste..." he pauses as he slides his fingers into his mouth. He sucks on them like he were sucking off the flavor of Cheetos. A low moan escapes my mouth from the sight of that.
"Delicious." he gasp while licking his lips.
Even in my dreams he was controlling!
I giggle then say, "I want you and only you. Now fuck me."
He eases a long finger inside of me. I cry out in pleasurable agony. His blue eyes looked down at me with mixed emotions.
"Say it like you truly mean it!" he hisses, pushing his finger deeper inside of me. My legs shake uncountably, as he twist and turns his long slender finger inside my walls.
"I-I want... I want..." I couldn't say the words. A strong force was holding me back, keeping the words from leaving my lips.
"Korra say it." he growls.
"I..." I try again, but that was all I could get out. The force holding me back was to strong to fight against.
"Don't wake up! Oh shit!" Devlin curses. A bright light forces him off of me. He flies across the room. His body collides against the wall and he disappears into thick black smock.
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"Good morning New York City! It's time to wake up to some bumping music to start your day!"
An obnoxious radio voice yells out. I shot up on the couch. Hot sweat dripped off of my body. My radio alarm clock, on my phone started to play the song L.A. Love by Fergie.
I clutched my head as I got a replay of my dream. What hell was that shit? It felt so real.
I clumsily reach for phone to check the time. It read 6:00 AM.
I trip over the carpet rug as I hurry up the stairs. Taking them two at a time.
I yank a red dress off the hanger and rush into the bathroom. After a quick shower I swipe my hand across the fogged mirror to see my reflection. A big, bright, purply-red hickey was tattooed on my neck. Flashes of my dream flood through my mind.
I brush it off my shoulder.
Nah... It couldn't have happened.
The throbbing between my legs said other whys.