"Oh... yes! Please!"

You moan as you feel the power of his arms pinning you into the sheets. How is it possible that Dave suddenly has the same kind of fantasies that you were dreaming about just this morning? Your hips start to move and you want to rub yourself against his pelvis, struggling slightly in his grip. The struggle actually arouses you even more, as you realize that he is really holding your arms tight, and if this were real, you'd have at least some trouble to prevent him from what he is about to do: Entering you.

As he slides inside you with a hard push, you let out a soft yelp of overwhelmed passion. Dave grunts and moans deeply into your ear, but stays silent, caught in his own dream or fantasy. You suddenly wish he would continue the dirty talk, to intensify this feeling of helplessness, but you too are puzzled about these feelings, so you say nothing.

Dave moves his hips with strong, hard strokes, pushing his hard cock deep inside you. You stop struggling and surrender to the compelling feeling of being taken against your will. Your breath is ragged, your eyes wide open, but they stare into nothing, and instead of Dave, you suddenly see the face of the conqueror from your dreams again, and you are the princess who is about to be turned into a prisoner, a **** and a whore.

The climax washing over you is stronger than anything you have felt for months. You scream so loud that you don't even hear yourself, your ears ringing. You are dimly aware that Dave is joining you, exploding deep inside you, and extending your orgasm, grunting and moaning sonorous.

The last thought, before you fall asleep, is a slightly disturbing one: The housemaid surely must have heard you.