Bedtime

The bedroom reminds you a little of the dungeon under the sorority house, or rather the dungeon as it was meant to be. Rather than velvet, the red curtains that drape the walls seem more like satin.

You’re naked on a plush bed, and the woman from the book crawls over top of you.

The illustrations captured her perfectly. She’s nude, as she was on those pages. She smells expensive, and her purplish eyes might be interesting to you under different circumstances, but you’re more interested in her huge boobs, which hang down temptingly.

“Hello,” you say, wincing from how quickly you become diamond hard.

“Pick me up.”

“Huh?” You try to get your bearings. Pick her up? Like give her a ride to work? Or pick her up? You’re in bed, she’s naked. Horny pick me up? Like, she wants to get it on, Atonement-style against the wall?

You sit up, take a double handful of her huge boobs, and kiss her. She stiffens in surprise, and you sense that something’s wrong and stop. You pull back, and she looks indignant.

“Did I misread that?” you ask. She’s naked. You’re naked. You’re in a bed together. Aggressive eye contact. You’re confused.

A vein throbs in her temple, and she puts her hand on your shoulder, squeezing hard. Her nails bite your skin. “Pick me up,” she growls.

OK, she definitely wants it Atonement-style. God knows, she’s not the first woman you’ve met who gets off on men being a little rough and dominant.

“OK.” You shove her to the edge of the bed, where you heave her up, intending to walk her over to the wall. Normally, there would be a lot of foreplay before something like this, but you aren’t worried about that. Her body is even more luscious and irresistible in the flesh. She’s heavy, but you’re strong.

She squawks in alarm and slaps you across the face. It’s not a sexy playful BSDM slap, either.

“Ack!” You’re so startled that you drop her, and you both collapse in a heap, although you’re on top. She stares up at you, fuming. She looks so sexy underneath you like this.

“Listen to me,” she begins, but you aren’t listening.

You touch your face, then look around. “I’m dreaming.” You gaze down at her. Irresistible. If it’s a dream, you can do whatever. You should enjoy it before you wake up. She starts to point a warning finger at you, and you pin her wrist and spread her legs.

“Hey,” she warns, and you hesitate. Oddly, you don’t have a lot of sex dreams. And you’ve never had one where the partner wasn’t into it. You aren’t sure you can go through with this, even if it is a dream. It seems like a waste, but there are no exceptions when it comes to consent.

She watches you debate internally. “OK, asshole. I’m putting a curse on you.”

“Huh?” That gets you out of your thoughts. “You’re what?”

“This is what happens to arrogant men who don’t listen. You get cursed.”

She has a sexy voice, and you detect a hint of something other than grumpiness in there. “Uh—OK. Is this sexy roleplay? Please put a curse on me, Mommy.” You aren’t paying attention to every little detail of what your body is doing; on instinct, you’re moving down, getting closer to her. Your dangling erection touches her smooth belly.

She glares. “OK, just for that, I’m cursing your whole family.”

You frown. “That doesn’t seem super fair.”

Her eye twitches, and she grabs you, then slams her knee into your groin.