CHAPTER11
Shelaine
I’m drowning in a sea of heat and pleasure. Everywhere I turn, another sensation crawls up my body and latches on. I’ve never been one to really have sex dreams, but if this is what they’re like, then I’ll sign up for more.
Forcing my eyes open, I blink up in the darkness for a moment before panic sets in. I thrash about in the covers, my breath coming in frantic gasps as they don’t let me go. I swim through the thick layers, my brain piecing everything together.
I was with Luke, experiencing the most intense pleasure of my life, and then I fell asleep. More than likely, he turned the light off as he left. Even as that thought drifts across my mind, a pang of sadness fills my gut. It’s not like I really expected him to stay, but to wake up and find him gone just hurts.
Crawling out of my bed, I walk over to the light and flick it on. There’s no real evidence of him even being here. I race to the bathroom and turn on the light, blinking against the harsh illumination as it floods the space. Arching on my toes, I crane my neck back and forth, looking for the damage, but finding none. There’s a very thin, red stripe that’s covered in greasy ointment, but that’s it. Walking to the toilet, I slump down and cradle my head in my hands.
It wasn’t all in my head. The mark proves that, at least. But afterward? Was that a dream? Or did Luke give me another orgasm? The idea of him pleasuring me while I was asleep makes my stomach clench, and arousal seep back into my system, displacing the earlier fear.
I should be weirded out at the idea of him getting me off while sleeping, but for some reason, I’m not. I’m more turned on than anything else. Could it be that I’m way more of a deviant than I thought? Glancing over at the shower, I change my mind about crawling back into bed.
Even though exhaustion beats at me, it just feels too empty to go back there now. Turning on the water, I let it heat up as I go back into the room to grab the comforter and put it and the strewn rags into the hamper. Doing this now will for sure save time in the morning.
Reaching into my closet, I grab my spare comforter and spread it on the bed, grabbing my phone first, so I don’t cover it back up. After the cover is to my liking, I finally turn my phone on. Two am. Far too early to be awake. Flipping through my alarms, I see the one set for seven am, and it makes me pause.
Usually, I set my alarms before going to bed at night, but I didn’t have a chance this time. Luke must have done it for me. It feels invasive but also possessive and cared for. He must have checked through my schedule first because this is the time I would have set for myself.
Gnawing on my bottom lip, I stare at the mangled panties around my waist and debate what to do with them. Is it okay to just throw them away? He didn’t take them with him, so maybe? But he did also cut them off, just like my shirt. Glancing at the floor, I note the strips of fabric laying there.
He didn’t throw those away either. What should I do? I can’t keep them here in case there’s an inspection, but it also feels wrong putting them in the hamper with the other dirty clothes.
Pulling up the app, I decide to let my master choose for me. It’s the safest way. My heart pangs at the very thought of the term, my master. Before Luke, I never thought anyone would ever take on that role, but with him, it just seems natural, like breathing.
Submissive Shelaine: Master Luke?
I wince as I hit send. What if he’s already asleep? What if this wakes him up, and he gets mad at me?
Dominant Luke: Why aren’t you asleep, rabbit. Did I not give you enough orgasms to keep you tucked away in la-la land?
Pausing, I stare at the words, my body tingling. At this point, the shower is all but forgotten as I sit down on the bed and squeeze my thighs shut. Is this proof that he did indeed give me another orgasm while I was asleep?
Dominant Luke: You aren’t answering me. Or is that pretty little head of yours too discombobulated to form a response?
He has me there.
Submissive Shelaine: I was just wondering….
Did you just happen to….
I…
I pause and back the words up, unsure of how to phrase my question. Over and over, I try to type this out, but it’s just far too embarrassing. I mean, can’t I just let this go and not get the answer to my question? Can’t I just let it stay in the realm of dreams?
Dominant Luke: Just spit it out. I will need to get to sleep at some point, and so will you.
Taking a breath, I fortify my courage and ask him the question burning in my mind. If I don’t ask now, he’s going to keep wondering and keep pestering.
Submissive Shelaine: Did you get me off again before you left?
Dominant Luke: *devil face* Did you enjoy it?
Heat licks at my cheeks as I recall the bits and pieces of the dream that still linger in my body.
Dominant Luke: Use your words, rabbit.
Submissive Shelaine: Yes, Master. I did.
Dominant Luke: Good. Now onto my earlier question. Why are you up? You had two orgasms. You should be asleep.
Submissive Shelaine: I just needed to know what you wanted me to do with the cut-up clothes. Like my shirt and panties.
Dominant Luke: Oh, you mean those pretty little panties all soaked with your arousal? The ones that I had to struggle to cut because they were just so wet?
The blush grows even hotter until I’m sure I’m about to just combust. And all of this over simple messaging.
Dominant Luke: Do whatever you want with them. I’ll be cutting more things off of you soon enough. Now go to bed. Your day starts early tomorrow, as does mine.
The red light next to his name indicates that he’s no longer in the chat, allowing me the peace of mind to exit as well. What exactly am I going to do with these? He left the ball completely in my court. I probably should throw them away. Besides, what use do I have with shredded panties? Especially when he plans to cut more things up.
Sliding the bits of fabric off my hips, I grab them and my shirt from off the floor and toss them into my small garbage can. As I step into the steamy shower, I groan and soak in the relaxing heat before shampooing my hair. I know tomorrow is going to start early, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get a lick of sleep.