Dreamtime

"Let's go," White commanded looking back at the now **** Max. It was almost too easy. She would be out for a few hours atleast, plenty of time to move her to more secure facilities. Then when she awoke he'd give her exactly what she deserved for **** his son.

"Mmm," a soft moan, barely a whisper, escaped Max's lips. White watched her, wondering for a moment if the **** had not taken their desired effect.

"Just a dream boys," he said looking up at the three men that were ready to pounce on her if she made any sudden movements. "She won't be causing any problems."

Comfortable wasn't an adequate word. Max wasn't sure if there was even a word that could describe the utter exquisite feeling she was experiencing. As if she was floating in a cloud, soft, warm blankets and pillows surrounded and supported her. A feeling of absolute contentment washed over her, and in a moment that was rare for her, she felt safe.

Then she felt the soft touch on her ankle, fingers lightly dancing across her smooth skin. She would have passed off the feather like touch as her imagination if she didn't feel them again. Like a soft breeze the fingers trailed their way up her thigh.

Biting gently down on her lip, Max dared not open her eyes in fear that this was all just a dream, a dream that she did not want to end.

A soft gasp escaped Max's lips as she felt a warm breath on her leg, followed quickly by a soft kiss. Softly and slowly the fingers traveled further up her leg and Max couldn't help but part her legs as they gently caressed her thighs.

"Ohgod," Max couldn't help but moan as the expert fingers danced over her swollen flesh. Their feather like touch teasing her to the brink, she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Much to her disappointment the hands moved on from between her legs, traveling up her taut stomach, closely followed by warm lips lightly kissing their way up her body.

Max swallowed hard, her hips beginning to squirm, her legs quivering with desire. She could feel the warmth of his body hovering just above hers. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs gently rubbed her nipples. Waves of pleasure coursed through her chest breaking whatever willpower she had left. She needed to feel him, touch him.