With a tear in her eye, Abby woke up again. She’d drifted back to sleep. What an odd thing to appear in a dream like that. Hadn’t that been one of the breaking points from her previous marriage? That she couldn’t get pregnant. Her husband had been mad at her about it. Told her he felt cheated because she’d not told him sooner that the chance she would conceive was very slim.
Abby worked incredibly hard at getting the house back into working order. There was enough budget to hire a small army that would do the work, and do it properly, but she loved taking on as much as she could by herself. At the start of the project, the energy of the house had been vague, as if it had whispered. The more Abby rescued from the hands of time, the more the walls and floors started to talk to her. Especially if she was there working on her own. On those nights, she could count on some hefty dreams. Often erotic, Abigail and Antoine weren’t shy when it came to their sex, and sometimes heartbreaking. Abby knew nothing of the history of the house. She’d not gone looking for anything on purpose, because she didn’t want to cloud what it tried to tell her by any previous knowledge.
Through her dreams, she also got a good grasp of the house. Slowly she got acquainted with the rooms of the house, the way Abigail and Antoine saw them.
Winter at the house was cold and dark. Abby had tradespeople over nearly every day to make sure the big jobs were done. She directed them through what had started to feel like her house. It wasn’t her house; she had to keep that in mind. Ceiling beams were replaced here and there, floors got their squeaks removed, and window panes touched up. The kitchen had become once again, the heart of the house. On days when there were so many people around, Abby also saw to it, that someone came to cook lunch for everyone. She thought it was vital for them to connect to the house, and it just felt good to have the smell of food, with the sound of life throughout the halls.
As most of the bigger jobs were nearing completion, the upper floor was mostly done, and some of the crew had moved to the outbuildings to make sure they were safe for use, summer had started. It was time for Abigail to start thinking about the interior.
With the notes she’d taken from her dreams, she sat behind her computer and made a visual representation. So far, there had not been much input from the architect. Abby had mailed a gazillion pictures of what things looked now and solutions to make the house period looking but for modern living. Thankfully the architect went with most of her plans. Abby saw it all so vividly, and she’d hate to have to change things to appease them.
Groaning Antoine woke up. He was on his back, and in his dream, his lovely wife had been gently sucking his lid. When he reached out to feel if he had taken his arousal out of the dream into life, his hand ran into her face. His eyes opened wide, and in surprise, he looked down at her. Her hand and mouth at work to make him rock hard.
When Abigail noticed her husband was awake, she stopped for a moment and smiled up at him. “Happy Anniversary.” She said cheerfully. Antoine reached out and stroked her hair. “Happy Anniversary, Abigail. Don’t let me interrupt you.” With his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her over his stiff lid. Abigail was done with nice and gentle. Although she hated to waste his semen in general, she wanted to give him this. Antoine gladly let her. He felt how she swallowed around the tip of his rod. It was a trick she’d recently picked up on, and he loved it when she did it. He also felt her finger push to his anus, something he did with her regularly, and she loved it as much as he did now. It hadn’t been her intention to rush anything. She wanted her husband to enjoy this. Her treatment brought him off quicker than any of them had planned. Losing control over his muscles, he grabbed her head with both hands and pushed in hard as he shot his come. Refusing to let go until he had pushed the absolute last drops between her lips. In a reflex, Abigail tried to push him away. It was useless. He was so much stronger than she was.
With a groan Tony woke up, finding he, again, had come in his sleep. The dreams had become a regular thing. He wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t just Abigail and Antoine having sex anymore. It was as if there was a novel in his head, and they were playing it out in his dreams. He took the notebook from his bedside table and scribbled something into it. His therapist had suggested him to keep a dream diary. Like hell was he going to share any of these, but it was good to keep track. Maybe he would write that novel at some point.
Not until he had put the notebook down, did he check the time. It was winter and still dark out. Sighing in relief, he established that he didn’t have to get up yet. Sleep wouldn’t come anymore, but he let himself fall back into the pillows and closed his eyes.
He pushed Abigail back on the bed. “That was the most precious gift, Abigail.” He said in a hushed voice. “Please allow me to reciprocate.”
She wanted to say it wasn’t necessary but thought better of it.
Before Tony did though, he got up from the bed and disappeared into their dressing room. He came back with a small selection of ribbons. “Let’s make this special.” He said to the woman on the bed. He put all the ribbons but one down and with the one he still held, he made a loop. “Arm.” It didn’t occur to Abigail not to obey. She held up her arm. Tony wrapped the ribbon around it and tied the other end around the post of the enormous bed.
Abigail looked up at him and swallowed. There was something dark in his gaze. Was she scared? Should she be?
He gave her other arm a little tap. It didn’t wait for Abigail’s direction but shot up of its own accord. It got tied in the same way. Lying there, naked, arms spread and tied, made Abigail feel incredibly vulnerable. Tony looked at her body, the round softness of it. Her hips, her belly. Her breasts were falling to the sides instead of perking up like those of a young girl. He sat down beside her and stroked her skin. Her tension reminded him of a coil spring. Ready to collapse at his mere touch. For a moment he considered tying up her legs as well, then decided this was enough for now.
He bent over and kissed her stomach. To Abigail, it felt like ages, as he kissed, licked, stroked, and sometimes smacked her body. The mere fact that her hands were tied and she could not stop him made that everything came in ten times harder. It threatened to overwhelm her.
With a stern gaze, Tony challenged her to talk. She didn’t.
When he was finally satisfied with her surrender, he pushed two fingers inside of her to the hilt. Not a sound came from her mouth. Abigail was scared he’d gag her if she were too loud. It looked like he was in the mood to do just that.
Hard he fingered her, reading her, edging. With a disappointed sigh, she pushed her head back in the pillows.
“Like that, don’t we?”
“Yes, Tony.” She answered. “Can I please come?”
“What? Already? No.”
“You’re mean.”
“I know.” Tony chuckled, knowing how mean he was. It had been a long time he had a woman surrender to him, and he wanted to make good use of the occasion. After all, it was his fantasy.
Lubricating a finger with her juices, he pulled it out of her and put it to the tight back ring. “Pull up your knees.” He ordered. She did as he said, wondering if she wasn’t in over her head. As he put his mouth to her mount, he slid it in.
Abigail’s first reflex was tightening up. He had prepared for this and halted the motion of his hand in favour of his tongue. It quickly relaxed her enough for him to move his finger.
“How does that feel?” He asked after a while. He had edged her two more times and reduced her to a whimpering mess.
“Can I come, Tony?” Abigail begged him. “It feels amazing, can I please come?”
Gingerly he put two fingers in her cunt and after wetting it, pushed a second finger in her anus. This time she couldn’t suppress a howl.
“I don’t know. What’s it worth to you?” Teasingly he let his tongue run over her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her.
“Anything.” It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Keeping the fingers in her cunt in place, and only moving the ones in her anus, Tony looked up at her face. It was wrought in ecstasy. She had it bad.
“Even this?” He widened his fingers in her arse, indicating what he meant. Abigail had never been fucked like that before. Yes, she liked it, having fingers up there. The idea intrigued her. Tony could see it in her face. To make a stronger argument for himself, he again ran his tongue over her clit. To remind her of the urgency of her situation. Then he paused everything. “I’m waiting for your answer.” He urged her when she didn’t speak. She was considering it. Just how much of a bastard was he, holding this over her, in exchange for an orgasm he was going to give her either way. He wasn’t sure if she realised this was a game. He’d make her come and come hard, whatever she would respond.
“Yes,” Abigail answered, not wanting to lose the feeling he was giving her. How bad could it really be, and she needed that orgasm now. Her body was so far gone she considered she’d come on the air moving alone if he didn’t hurry up.
He quickly
moved up to kiss her mouth. “I’m so proud of you. You’ll not regret it.”
His hand had already restarted the in and out motion.
“Make me come, please?” She begged to his lips.
“Your wish is my command.” He moved back between her legs, and as his hands fucked both cunt and arse hard, he put his mouth back to work as well. This time not letting up.
Abigail’s orgasm came quickly, and it was so overwhelming that her body could hardly catch up with her. “Another one!” Tony ordered, without ceasing the work. The second wave crashed through her body even harder. Holding back her screams had never been this hard, and with number three hitting her, it was a lost cause altogether. A loud cry that Abigail was scared would wake up the whole house, escaped her mouth. She couldn’t help it, and she was beyond caring. Her arms, a moment ago fighting their restraints, fell to the bed, accepting their fate of being useless for catching the energy. She was reduced to a puddle of goo at the mercy of that man with the dark curly hair.
Without waiting for her to recover, Tony got up and undid the ties. After a short hug and kiss, he pushed Abigail back on the bed, face down this time, with a pillow under her belly. To her shock, he tied her hands again too. She was too weak to fight him. And besides, he’d just given her the most intense orgasm up to date. Who was she to argue?
He kissed down her spine, rubbing his lower body to her slit. She vividly felt what she did to him. Trying to move her behind, she wanted to catch him, but he wouldn’t play.
In relief, she sighed when she felt his thumb in her behind and his lid thrusting into her wetness. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her up with ease. There was no chance she was going to come any time soon. That was just fine. This smooth ride was a joy all in itself.
Suddenly he pulled back. “Ready?” He asked. He put the tip of his rod to her narrow entrance.
Her eyes flew open as she lifted her head and tried to look at him. His hand was on her back.
“Tony…” She didn’t know what to say. He took it as a confirmation.
Making sure he was good and wet with her juices, he pushed in.
This time there were the blankets to scream into.
“It hurts.” Her muffled scream sounded as she tried to twist her bottom away from him.
He didn’t move, and his hands made sure she didn’t either.
“That’s okay, just relax. It will get better.” He calmly said. He didn’t feel calm. What he had done to her, and her being tied up, defenceless to what he did to her, it had made him hotter than he could imagine. It had been far too long that he had done this.
He slowly retreated and pushed in again, sliding a bit further now. He could feel Abigail tried to relax. No scream this time, just a moan. To help her along, he reached around and ran his fingers through her wetness. “Oh yeah.” She mumbled when she felt it. The pain withered some.
Tony was worried that she wasn’t into it as much as he’d thought, but on his third stroke, she tried to meet him. She lay her head down, and the muscles of her neck and shoulder appeared to relax. “Do it.” She urged him.
It still did hurt some, but Abigail discovered that she found it incredibly arousing. To be put at his mercy and to have him force this on her. There was no way for her to stop him if he didn’t want to stop. It made that her brain shut down on her, and all there was left, was to feel. He fucked her arse for what seemed ages, sometimes stopping to wet himself with her still generously present juices. She had become less tight on him. Her breathing changed underneath his steady fuck. She was still moaning, but it didn’t sound like she was in pain anymore. If anything, it sounded like she was building up to an orgasm.
That was a first for Tony, that a woman had reached an orgasm by just being fucked from behind. “That’s it, Abigail.” He urged her. She had given him a major orgasm before, but this surrender and the tight ride wasn’t helping him last.
It would be fantastic if she could peak this way.
Her moaning became whimpering as his rod hit deep in her belly. Abigail closed her eyes and imagined how it would look. That huge rod, up the tightness of her anus. Nothing touched her clit, and still, it seemed to come alive. It appeared to connect with her nipples on the blankets, her back, her brain. A deep groan escaped as her body started to shake. All her muscles contracting made that she milked the come out of Tony. With a loud roar, he pushed in hard, rocking back and forth while his come pushed out. Not stopping until he felt he had not a drop more left to give. He’d had some pretty decent orgasms in his life, but this deep was a very long time ago.
Tony smiled as the second load of come had joined the first. That had been an excellent fantasy. Admittedly, Abigail hardly seemed like his type, but his body had its own ideas about that. Figuring that this was a fantasy and not a dream, he didn’t write it down in the notebook. He would have to get out of bed though if he wanted to try and get a run in before work. Today he’d be interviewing a few chefs to see who could fill the gap that would appear when he would leave. It was July already. He had planned to be out of there by the end of October. One by one he was finishing up his endeavours here. He still wasn’t convinced that moving back to England and taking over the estate that he had inherited recently was the right thing to do. But Julie had convinced him it would be ready to sell if he decided it wasn’t for him. In fact, she’d advised him to sell it either way. She didn’t seem to understand his need to get to know the estate. The hotel in the castle, the farms, and several homes. His order to get the mansion move-in ready had come as a huge surprise to her. It was the only place that was empty, although he could move into the hotel for the time being.
Like everything else in his professional career, he had ordered it to be restored with as much homage to the original as possible, but ready for comfortable contemporary living. He’d seen pictures, not visited the house recently. Julie had sent him an update last week telling him was taking shape nicely. Except for the furniture, it looked exactly like the house in his dreams. It was still as bare as it had been on day one. Julie reassured him though, the contractor hired to oversee the project was working hard at collecting the pieces needed, and they would make the rest themselves.
Abby was not a furniture maker, but for this project, she had studied the field. Her carpentry skills stretched out that far, thanks to the thorough education she’d had in her grandfather’s shed. She had loved that place. It was still the most magical place she could think off, despite having travelled the planet. It didn’t exist anymore, though. Maybe it was better that way. The memory was always better.
Now the big jobs were done, Abby was mostly alone in the house. She sometimes had one or two of the apprentices over she had agreed to help train to reduce the price of the builders she’d hired. Carpentry, and especially period carpentry was a dying trade. She loved passing on her knowledge to a new generation, and the two that helped her, a girl and a guy, were keen to learn.
Most days, Abby was alone. Working in the workshop or fitting something into one of the rooms. She had even learned some new skills, wallpapering for one. Now she was working on the furniture. Through the web, and in several charity and other second-hand shops, she’d gathered a collection of period-appropriate furniture. Not nearly enough to fill the house though, and not all of it as welcoming and comfortable as she’d like.
The biggest problem had been the bed for the master bedroom. Through her dreams and fantasies, she’d formed an excellent idea of what it should look like and had thus far been unsuccessful at obtaining it. She’d seen beds close, but none of them was what she was looking for. She could have bought one, and alter it, or maybe even put it in as was. That wasn’t good enough. She had time and budget to make it perfect.
She ran her hand over the wood that was still slowly turning in the lathe, to make sure it was smooth. Then she repeated the movement with a piece of sanding paper. As the wood revolved, and her hand touched it, she was reminded of a dream from the other day. When she’d been tied up to these. It had felt incredibly hot. Abby wondered if she would enjoy something like that in real life. Her married sex life had been relatively sedate. There had been bed partners after, but nothing like the journey Abigail and Antoine had taken her on. It made her wonder if she wanted more than just the ordinary, vanilla sex she’d had so far. Seeing how her fantasies were developing when dreams weren’t enough, she should seriously consider it. But whom with? Who would she trust enough to allow them to tie her to the bedposts? It wasn’t like Antoine would walk out of her dreams and right in the door.
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