Page 17 of Bonds of Magic
I swung my head around to look at the bed again. It tickled something in the back of my mind. I’d been thinking about a bed a little bit ago. But not this one. A bigger one, with a colorful quilt of tiny hexagons. And it belonged to…
“Noah!” I said out loud, as the other half of my memories came flooding back. I’d been in Noah’s cabin, working on a lesson in dreaming. I was asleep on his couch, right now, and he was watching me from his chair. And this—whatever was happening with Lance—was a dream.Lance’s dream.
“Noah?” Lance said. “What about him?”
I jumped, startled. I’d almost forgotten Lance was right in front of me.Iknew this was a dream, but he didn’t. He had no idea this wasn’t real.
But for the first time, I did. The world around us looked solid, but in a way that felt artificial. Like I was walking around inside a diorama, and I could make a wall fall over with one good push.
Noah. Go figure. My anchor had actually worked.
But Lance was still staring at me, waiting for me to answer. And it wasn’t like I could go back and tell Noah it had worked. Not until I dealt with—
“Wait, did you saytie meto the bed?” I asked, answering Lance’s question with one of my own.
He grinned. “Isn’t that what you wanted? You told me you were into power play. What’s more powerful than that?”
He nodded at the bed behind me, and when I looked back at it, there were long, silk ribbons tied to the headboard and footboard. They hadn’t been there a minute ago.
My stomach tightened. He wanted to tie me up? And I’d saidyesto that?
Well, no, I hadn’t. I hadn’t been here a minute ago. But in the logic of his dream, that didn’t matter. He believed I had.
But I could change this, right? If it was a dream, I was supposed to be able to use my will to change it however I liked. If I could push over a wall, I could certainly disappear some ribbons.
Unless…unless I didn’t want to.
The feeling in my stomach tightened, and I couldn’t tell if I was afraid or interested. Maybe both.
“I promise I’ll let you go as soon as we’re done,” Lance said, walking me backwards towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the frame and I sat down on the mattress with a thump. “And I promise you’ll like it.” He laughed. “Or, at least, I can promiseIwill. Now, lie down.”
I opened my mouth to object, to say that at least I needed to take my clothes off first, but then realized Iwasnaked. I wasn’tsure when that had happened. Lance was fully clothed, and he grinned down at me with a possessive smile.
If he could dream me suddenly naked, then surely I could dream myself clothed again. I could dream him on the bed instead of me, and me standing over him, tying those ribbons tohiswrists. But as I looked up at him, I realized that while the fear was still there, so was a current of excitement.
My heart thumped as Lance went to work on my left wrist, drawing it up to a post on the headboard and tying a knot that looked more complicated than the motions of his hands could justify. He spent even less time on my right wrist, but left an intricate knot there too.
When I looked down, my feet were already tied to the footboard. I couldn’t help noticing that my cock was hard and begging for attention. When had that happened? I wasn’t sure, but a thrill of danger and anticipation shot through my body.
Lance leered at my cock, then brought his thumb to his mouth to lick. He moved it to the tip of my cock and swirled it around the tip. That tiny touch was enough to send another bolt of electricity through my body, and I shuddered.
“Told you you’d like it,” he said with a lazy smile. “Now, let’s see how much you likethis.”
He held something in his hand, made of smooth, clear glass. Something long and curved, with a rounded tip and a flared base. Was that a dildo? I’d never seen one before, but that had to be what it was. He rolled it across my stomach and I broke out in goosebumps.
“Chilly, huh?” Lance said. “Let’s see if we can warm you up.”
He ran the tip of the dildo from my bellybutton to my chest, then up my neck and over my chin until it rested against my lips. He tapped them lightly and said, “Open up.”
And god help me, I did as I was told. My lips parted and he slid the dildo into my mouth. It was an awkward angle, and I couldn’t control his movements. But I did the best I could, sliding my tongue around it, taking as much of it in my mouth as possible to warm the glass.
When he pulled it out of my mouth, it was covered in spit, a long line dribbling from the tip.
“Looks just like you,” he said, bringing his free hand to my cock, which was leaking precum. His fingers swirled around it, then slid past my balls to my hole.
I whimpered, not sure if I wanted this to go further, not sure if I wanted it to stop.
It’s a dream, I told myself.Just a dream. But it was hard to remember in that moment, when the pleasure inside me felt so real.
