The Good Neighbor 2: Tied up by the Knight

A short erotic story about a naughty dream in 3,000 words. Be prepared for soft domination, and hot, rough, kinky sex. Strictly 18+. It is the second story in the series, but can be read separately as well.

Oh, well, maybe I could do with some kink in real life, too. Who knows, if I try it, I might not even want to go back to vanilla anymore. Not that what we have with Mike could be called that. Nowhere near it, actually. But still, with him, one always has to think about new things to try. I need to make sure he is satisfied and entertained. I don’t want him to get bored with me yet. Not ever, but that’s beside the point. In fact, we already talked about this with him the other day, and he was totally up for some dress-up and roleplay. So, what the hell?

I must admit that the idea turned me on, big time. Even more than when we had that unexpected (and terrific) threesome with him and Dan. My insides were basically shaking in pure anticipation, and I couldn’t have been more excited. I couldn’t wait to try it all out. So, I guess it's not surprising that I had a very erotic dream that night about him being my knight coming to the rescue. But it wasn't an ordinary rescue, no. As soon as he took me to “safety”, he produced a rope from nowhere (of course it was a dream), and tied me to the bed, making sure that I couldn't move neither my legs nor my hands.

Being exposed like this I felt vulnerable, but there was also something strangely hot in being absolutely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted. And anything that I wanted. Slowly moving closer, he checked the knots, one by one, skimming my body as he moved along, making sure that I could feel his touch through the fabric of my clothes. He was wearing an armor, the kind you see in movies. It was silvery-grey, reflecting the candle light. We were in some kind of dungeon or basement, but I wasn’t feeling cold, strangely enough. I did feel aroused though, and very wet. A cheeky smile was playing at his lips, one that formed little dimples in his cheeks. I know that he is my fantasy guy, so he has to be perfect by default, but the silky black hair that was skimming his shoulders, those ocean-blue eyes, and that ripped body of his was an exquisite view. I wouldn’t have minded if this was the whole dream. But then he removed his armor, and I couldn’t be happier, looking at his muscles.

He stood in front of the bed, naked, his massive erection poking into my direction. I was still fully clothed though, but not for long. He lifted up my skirt, appreciating the view that his action revealed, playing with his cock at the same time. God, he made me so wet by simply looking at me like that. There was so much heat and passion in his eyes I could have cum right there and then. Still playing with himself he moved up to my right hand, freeing it, and seeing my confusion and disappointment he added in a husky whisper:

“So that both of us can play. I want you to play with your pussy and clit.”

This sounded like an order, I swear, so I obeyed. This was so hot, and again something that I had never done for anyone before. Not that anyone asked for it, either...