He exits her dream and leaves her with one more message.

With that, Ethan felt the light around him dim. He watched as Alexa looked at him with confusion as she, too, faded into darkness. He blinked as he realized he was once again standing in his neighbor's bedroom. She was lying there asleep. She was twitching, her eyes shooting back and forth behind her closed eyelids. Sweat beaded her forehead. The black sequins of her dress glittered against her pale, smooth skin. Clearly still in the throes of a dream. Her head rolled to the side.

Barely a whisper, she mumbled, "Why... won't you let me? Please just let me... let me cum... please let me."

Ethan was shocked. He knew it was all a dream, but he couldn't believe how far he had taken it. Before today, he had some fantasies he tightly kept secret, even from girlfriends and hookups. It was exhilarating to hold so much power and drive her to such depths of debasement and desperation. He never thought that he would ever see those fantasies realized before his own eyes.

He bent down over her sleeping body. He could see that as she dreamed, her hands had dropped down and she was playing with herself through her black dress. Her hands clumsily rubbed in circles while she continued to mutter. Alex focused all his energy on her sleeping mind. It was significantly more difficult here than in her dream, but he could barely get through. He leaned closer towards her ear and whispered out loud, "This dream makes you really, really horny, but when you wake up no matter what you do you can't cum unless you're thinking about submitting to your neighbor Ethan."

She groaned, and her hands clawed at her thighs. She muttered back, "yes... yes sir," before rolling back over. She could hear him, even through her dreams. Ethan once again let the darkness take him, and he fell back into sleep.

His eyes shot open. He was lying in bed just like he remembered, sprawled out with his hands in his pants and a box of tissues on his belly. His phone alarm was blaring. He blinked in confusion. All of a sudden, the events of the last night came rushing back to him. Was all that some weird dream? He shook his head. It seemed so real, so physical. He decided to get up and brush his teeth. If it wasn't real, he mused, at least it was a really hot dream. And if it was real, he thought, he would see if his hot neighbor acted any different today. He smiled. He might be taking the first steps to making these fantasies a reality.