70- Sweet Dreams Are Made of These

Isabella

It’s late, or at least I think it’s late. My body all warm and cozy as I lay sleeping on my warm and comfortable bed. The same bed I had fallen in love with the first time I had arrived there. Not that I would ever admit that to anyone other than myself, of course.

Sighing happily, I slowly fail to hear the sound of a door being opened or even shut or even how my bed suddenly dips and a pair of warm, hard and very muscular arms carefully begin pulling me up against a well-defined chest.

The same arms that I’ve slowly become accustomed to over my time here. The same ones that always made me feel safe and secure like nobody else could touch me, even as a pair of soft lips gently brushed against my head.

My body slowly inhaling the most addicting scent that ever existed. Alex’s scent. A scent that was uniquely his, just like each of the others. Alex’s scent leaning more towards earthy, like stepping outside after a rainstorm and you're suddenly hit with fresh rain and warm damp earth.

Careful not to move, we continued to just lay there, each of us enjoying the other's embrace and presence while the only sound to be heard was that of a heartbeat. His heartbeat. The same beat that beat for me and me alone along with his blood brothers. His hands slowly moving to caress me gently along my back, my body equally enjoying his touch.

A dark yet playful thought slowly comes to mind. My mind wondering what he’d do if I spoke them. Curious, I move to say the words, words I had not spoken in a very long time.

“Hello… Kyrios (Master).”

Feeling Alex tense, I carefully hear him release a shaky breath before speaking, “Again. Say it again, Piccolo (Little One).”

“Kyrios (Master)”

Groaning, he moves to answer me, “Yes Bambina (Baby)?”

Lost for words, I’m suddenly unable to voice them outloud. My sudden boldness vanishing as I slowly moved to look into his beautiful, yet deadly eyes. Eyes that could easily kill someone if you even looked at him the wrong way. Eyes that only held love and devotion towards me.

“I… I…”

Trying again, I tried to voice my words. Words that I couldn’t seem to say out loud. My body knowing that I should be hating this man along with the other three, yet, at the same time, I feel oddly safe around them. My heart suddenly conflicted at what to feel or do.

“Easy now” coos Alex, his hand still rubbing my back in hopes to sooth me. “That’s it, take your time, nice and slow. That’s my girl.”

With deep breaths, I slowly try to stop any and all monologuing going on from within my inner demons and just settled on watching him, my eyes now taking on his 5 o’clock shadow. The urge to run my fingers along his face rising before suddenly I find myself kissing him. A smile slowly rising as soon as I pulled away from his.

Surprised by my actions, I try to defend myself, only for Alex to kiss me yet again. His kiss harder and full of passion. His body now pushing against mine as he moves to press me onto my back without breaking our heated kiss.

His tongue seeking entrance as it gently moves to trace along my bottom lip in which I deny him. Enjoying my response only for him to growl, his hand roughly squeezing my outer thigh, the same thigh that I had somehow managed to wrap around his hip as he now forces me to open with a yelp. His tongue seeking entrance as he slowly takes advantage of the situation, his tongue caressing every inch that he could.

Our mouths fighting for dominance, in which Alex wins. My hands finding his head of hair more interesting as I move to tug on his hair, the need for air rising as my lungs begin to burn.

Panting, we move to gaze softly at one another until our breathing evens out.

Grinning slowly, Alex begins to pepper my mouth and jaw with light kisses. His actions making me giggle like a little girl. Alex’s lips soon finding mine once more as we move to kiss much slower this time, our lips locked together like glue.

Fuck, his lips were fucking addictive. Made one wonder how the others fared when it came down to kissing them. A feeling I very much wanted to explore when Alex finally lets go with a soft pop.

His lips now nibbling down and along my neckline. A gasp rising when he touches my ultra secret sweet spot. A spot nobody had ever found until now. A moan now rising as Alex smirks, his mouth now vigorously sucking on the area in hopes of marking me as his.

My body suddenly warm as soft tingles begin to rise. My core damp as I attempt to move my hips without thinking. The need to be touched now rising.

Moaning softly, I suddenly feel something begin to poke me in my lower belly. My body still responding on its own as I move to open my legs even wider, allowing Alex to slowly sink further into my space. His weight now acting like a warm weighted blanket as it settles all around me.

Purring with what can only be satisfaction, Alex continues to suck, bite and nibble. Knowing that by morning, there would probably be a nice-sized bruise there, his claim that said she was mine. Aroused by his need to claim me, I take this moment to run my fingernails down and along his bare back and shoulders, a growl rising from the beast on top of me as I move to stake my own claim upon him. For, after all, he was my future husband, so, of course, I had that very same right, just as they did.

Soon, shortly, we slowly find ourselves grinding our hips into one another, our lips now in sync with the other as Alex continues to assault my body. My body his own personal playground as he moves to trail his hand down and around my hip, his hand now squeezing it as he did.

His mouth now back to nibbling its way further down along my body as he slowly approaches my breast. His teeth now tugging and biting at the nipple. A gasp and moan steadily rising as he did.

Pleasure now building as my core tightened, my pussy throbbing as it leaked. My body on overdrive as I’m sure my pussy is drenched between my legs, surprised that Alex hasn’t said anything to me yet. Even as his own cock presses against me and the pants he still had on.

A hand steadily making its way into my long blonde hair as it moves to grab it. The grip tight as it forces my head to tilt back as he continues to dominate my body. My body in heaven as it responds to everything he does to me.

The hand that was resting against my hip now trailing lower as his hand slowly approaches my wet folds, his finger slowly stroking over the wet fabric of my wet panties as he purrs.

“Gamo (Fuck)... So fucking wet for me” growls Alex, his mouth now resting against my ear as his hot breath fans against it, a shiver running through me yet again at the thought of him dipping those fingers into my soaking wet pussy.

Whimpering, I only nod my head in response, my body attempting to rock my pelvis up into him, my body desperate for more, much more, something only they could give me.

“Tell me Bambina (Baby)... Tell your Kyrios (Master) what you want” whispers Alex, his fingers adding more pressure to my already sensitive area.

“Please…” I whimpered. “Touch me Kyrios (Master).” My eyes now suddenly glossy, my breathing labored as I slowly attempt to say the words that I so desperately wanted to say to him.