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“Lie on the bed.” Verner immediately complied, and my clit throbbed in response. He was so much bigger than me. Stronger in every way that it was possible to be stronger.

And he was willingly, desperately, enthusiastically at my mercy.

The power went straight to my head. And my pussy.

“Slide your hands underneath you.”

Verner groaned, but did as I asked, sliding his hands under his back, his cock sticking proudly in the air, beckoning me home. “I want to touch you, Meera.”

“Later.”

His cock twitched, and I took my time climbing up on the bed, kneeling next to his thigh to admire him. Why couldn’t I see him better? Maybe I needed glasses.

“Are you going to let me ride this?” I asked, in a sultry, confident voice I didn’t recognize, lightly dragging my fingertips over his thick, hard cock.

“I’m going to let you do whatever you want with it. It’s yours.”

“Good answer,” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft and giving it a hard squeeze. Verner bucked into my hand instantly, and I tutted disapprovingly. “Stay still. You’ll take what I give you until I tell you otherwise. Understood?”

I woke up with gasp so violently loud, I was sure that Tallulah could hear it next door through the stone wall.

Whatwasthat?

That dream had been… I shivered slightly, rolling to my side and pressing my legs together, the movement highlighting how wet my panties were.

Oh my god, I’d had a sex dream about Verner. Not even one that I could plausibly dismiss in my own head as a well-it-could-have-been-anyone dream. It was very explicitly Verner, andI’d very explicitly been bossing him around while he willingly followed orders.

How was I ever going to look him in the eye again?!

He was so attentive too, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t notice. He’d be all “Meera, what’s wrong?” and I couldn’t exactly say, “Oh, just remembering how I played with your dick like it was my own personal sex toy in my dreams last night.”

Shit.Shit, shit, shit.

Should I avoid him? No, I couldn’t do that. I didn’t think I’d be able to stay away from Verner if I tried, for one. But he also had a sensitive spirit, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by avoiding him—he hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was just a dream. There was no need to get weird about it. My subconscious had probably put Verner in the starring role because I was cursed with an attraction to penises, and he was the only penis-possessor that I’d trusted in… well, since I’d lost trust in everyone.

But that didn’t mean it had to make things awkward between us. In fact, I was determined that it wouldn’t. Verner’s friendship meant everything to me—he was kind, patient, understanding, and seemed to genuinely enjoy my company, though I couldn’t imagine why.

Honestly, was it any wonder I’d had a dirty dream about him? Verner was perfect. If I could… no, it didn’t bear thinking about. I was in no condition to be anyone’s partner.

“Meera?” Tallulah called, tapping softly on the door, making me startle. “Are you awake? I was going to head over for breakfast soon if you wanted to come?”

“Give me five minutes?” I asked, scrambling out of bed and yanking on my robe so I could head down to the baths below the house to wash up.

I was so wet that I spared a few seconds to check between my legs, worried I’d gotten my period over night. Nope. Just hyperaroused.

Cool. Great. Wonderful.

“Of course,” Tallulah replied, her voice fading away. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a bit.”

“It’s just a normal day,” I muttered to myself sternly, grabbing some clothes to chuck on once I was clean and didn’t reek of horny dreams. “You’re going to have a normal day and do normal things and act so convincingly like a normal person that everyone is going to believe you.”

“So,” Verner began, laying on his back with his hands tucked behind his head, staring up at the sky. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I nearly dropped the awkwardly long loppers I was using to hack away at a vine. “Talk about what?”

“Something is bothering you today, Meera,” he replied patiently, still staring up at the sky. The food he’d brought us for lunch was sitting in bowls next to him, but he’d insisted he’d wait until I was done mutilating this garden bed rather than eat without me.

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