A scorching night

Two days later, I was still wondering if I'd dreamt it. It was so hot, the open windows barely letting in any air. I had just lain down, naked in my bed, when I felt that presence watching me again.

I bit my lip with desire. My fingers, as if obeying instructions not of my own, began to caress me precisely where I was most sensitive, as if unconsciously trying to ignite passion in this voyeuristic, invisible lover.

My fingers slid between my thighs with a precision that wasn't entirely my own, as if guided by some other will. A shiver ran down my spine when the warm air of the room brushed against my damp skin—or was it his breath?

My fingers slid deeper, tracing precise circles on my clitoris as if guided by some invisible presence. A moan escaped me as I felt the air thicken around me, invisible fingers gliding gently over my curves, sending delicious goosebumps through me as my desire continued to build.

My fingers suddenly froze, as if held by an unseen ****, while an icy breath trickled down my neck. I felt the mattress sink under a weight that wasn't there, my thighs parting wider without my consent. A low, almost inaudible laugh vibrated against my ear before a burning pressure crushed me against the sheets, as if an invisible torso were molding itself to every curve of my stomach, my breasts, my thighs.

- Do you want to be brutally, savagely ****? I know your desires, my little prey.

Trembling, I nodded.

- Yes, Master, I belong to you.

My voice echoed in my room. I was alone, and yet he was there, as real as the matter around me, but I couldn't see him, and it felt so good. What I couldn't see freed me from all moral guilt.

- I'm going to take you, make you scream like never before, and yet you won't know if it's your perverse imagination or reality.

I felt his invisible hands close on my hips with a brutality that made me gasp. The weight of his nonexistent body crushed me against the mattress, the heat of his phantom skin mingling with mine. A hoarse breath reached my ear as a burning pressure pressed between my thighs, slowly, cruelly, as if he wanted me to feel every millimeter of his invasion.

He stroked my red hair; it felt so good, but above all, his penis filled me so perfectly. Any more and it would have been painful, although I sensed he could do it. He went on a crescendo, each thrust deeper than the last, as if he wanted to mark my flesh with his invisible imprint.

I gasped with pleasure, powerless, but it felt so good to surrender to his vigor, to abandon myself like this. I felt his hands tighten on my hips, his phantom fingers digging into my flesh like claws as he quickened his pace. Each thrust made me slide down the sheets, the friction of the fabric against my erect breasts adding to the burning sensation rising in my belly.

His breathing became more husky to my ear, warm and wet against my skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a mixture of gentleness and dominance that made me shiver.

He stroked my red hair; it felt so good, but above all, his penis filled me so perfectly. Any more and it would have been painful, although I felt he could do it. He went on a crescendo, each thrust deeper than the last, as if he wanted to mark my flesh with his invisible imprint.

I gasped with pleasure, powerless, but it felt so good to surrender to his vigor, to abandon myself like this. His hands tightened on my hips, his phantom fingers digging into my flesh like claws as he quickened his pace. Each thrust made me slide down the sheets, the friction of the fabric against my erect breasts adding to the burning sensation rising in my belly.

His breathing became more husky to my ear, warm and wet against my skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a mixture of gentleness and dominance that sent shivers down my spine. I felt his invisible hands close around my hips with a brutality that made me gasp. The weight of his nonexistent body crushed me against the mattress, the heat of his phantom skin mingling with mine. A ragged breath reached my ear as a burning pressure pressed between my thighs, slowly, cruelly, as if he wanted me to feel every millimeter of his invasion.

I felt his invisible lips close around my neck in a muffled bite that made me arch my back. His hands—so real in their absence—traveled up my ribs with calculated slowness, every inch of my burning skin betrayed by the shimmering air beneath his phantom fingers.

I felt his invisible lips sink deeper into my flesh, marking my skin so exquisitely that my nails dug into the sheets. A low moan escaped my lips as his phantom hand slid abruptly between my thighs, crushing my clitoris with relentless pressure as his invisible sex thrust in all at once to the very depths of my being.

I gasped in surprise, breathless at such an invasion after such tender foreplay.

My body arched violently under the sudden ****, a strangled cry catching in my throat as his invisible hips slammed against mine with animalistic ****. His phantom fingers dug into my hair, pulling my head back as a nonexistent tongue traced a burning path along my carotid artery.

I felt his invisible muscles clench against me, each thrust more ferocious than the last, as if he wanted to imprint his phantom form into my flesh. His fingers in my hair tightened brutally, tearing a half-painful cry from my lips as his spectral tongue plunged into my ear with a burning wetness.

"You're mine," the voice in my head whispered, clearer than ever, as his invisible hips crushed mine with a **** that nearly lifted me off the mattress.

He moved in and out of me, like an animal in heat, taking me like a female dog taken without a second thought.

An invisible **** held my wrists above my head while the mattress groaned under a phantom weight. His breath, hot and ragged, burned the back of my neck as an unbearable pressure spread his thighs apart.

- I'm going to break you," the voice growled, its words vibrating in his bones as an invisible tongue caressed his earlobe.

I gasped as his thick, relentless penis plunged deeper, stretching me beyond reason. Every nerve burned; his hands, his mouth, his penis—everything was invisible, yet felt with terrifying clarity. The very air seemed to throb around me, thick with sexuality.

A low rumble vibrated against my chest, his nonexistent breast pressed against my torso as he wrenched brutal spasms from me. I screamed my pain, my pleasure, my madness—it was so delirious and so good.

I felt his invisible muscles tense in a final spasm, his spectral body tightening against mine like a taut bow ready to snap. A muffled roar ripped through the air above me as his phantom fingers dug into my hips with bruising ****. Heat exploded between my thighs, burning and liquid, as if molten metal were pouring into my gut—each pulse of his invisible sex pinning me to the mattress with a devouring intensity.

My stomach heaved in an involuntary spasm, each drop of his phantom seed burning like a mark of possession deep within my core. His invisible fingers clenched once more into my flesh, drawing a hoarse moan from me as the last waves of my orgasm collided with the **** of his spectral ejaculation.

The air around me vibrated, saturated with a bestial energy, while he remained buried inside me, his nonexistent breath panting against my neck.

I felt his presence leave me.

- Next time, I'll take you when you're not ready. From now on, you'll have to wear skirts when you go out and no panties, was the last thought that crossed my mind.

The air around me became still again, heavy with the brutal absence of his embrace. My body still trembled, my trembling thighs stuck together with a mixture of sweat and not-so-imaginary fluids.