“I want a dream where I ravage you”

He nods in understanding, though pauses, for what you understand to be a split-second. Beckoning you with a backwards look, he leads you through a dark doorway to a dimly lit resting chamber. In the centre is a long, velvet cushion, placed between scented candles, and draped with decorations. There's a faint sound like music permeating the space—a subtle woodwind if you have to guess.

“Lie down, please,” he says, reassuringly.

Once you’re settled, he leans over you and places two cool fingers on your forehead.

“Close your eyes.”

You do just that. And with the general ambience, it doesn't take long to drift into slumber. When you wake, it's in another world. Ducenne is standing in front of you. Dressed in a thin white robe that hangs loosely off one shoulder, revealing pale, scarred skin. He has an embarrassed look on his face as he tilts up to look at you.

The man is beautiful. With delicate looks framed by long lashes that'd make a woman jealous, and long silver hair, that catches candlelight like none other.

You step forward, grab his chin, and tilt his face up to look at you. You feel in control.

“Are you going to be good for me tonight?”

He shivers and whispers back. Clearly enjoying himself to some unknown degree.

“Yes… Mistress.”

You push him onto his back on a large bed and climb on top of him, straddling his slim waist. His hands tremble as you pin his wrists above his head with one hand while your other hand slowly slides down his chest. Your lips brush against his ear, and you nibble at his earlobe. He lets out a soft, needy whimper, and you feel him grow hard beneath you.

The dream has begun.