0 comments/ 5158 views/ 0 favorites Restless Dreams Ch. 01 By: leekeyone CHAPTER 1: An Impossible Sighting (-the Waking Sleep) The Tube carriage was packed. Too many bodies pressed against one another. The heat was stifling as the journey dragged on. I felt like I was suffocating under the pressure of the multitude! It was the usual instance of bored expressions and unfocused gazes as my fellow passengers lost themselves in their thoughts or the drumming music of their portable music systems. Like most others I found myself wandering within my imagination, constantly seeking a source of thought that would keep me occupied. The pressing need to keep one's eyes averted from the wandering sight of others, forbade any really deep thought. However, a nagging urge at the back of head was a constant pressure begging me to let go and relive the images still in my mind from the night before. The tube train chose that moment to apply its brakes prior to arrival at the next station along the way. Bodies shifted with the momentum, a fast rearranging of body parts to avoid touching a near-by stranger. As the doors opened the air in the carriage changed slightly. A faint promise of a breeze washed inside and I readjusted my stance in the hope of catching it again. It was at that moment I caught sight of the raven hair belonging to a woman in a white coat boarding from the station platform. It was only a split second and then she was lost to me, bodies of the packed carriage obscuring the view. My heart leapt. It couldn't possibly be her but yet I needed to see her face if only to affirm this fact. I tired to move forwards but the disgusted looks of my nearest co-passengers held me back. The press of bodies was too tight. I had no choice but to wait until the next station before I had a chance of leaving my current spot. Already the doors had closed and the carriage was once again in motion. Desperately I tried to see around the sea of faces between me and the woman who had just alighted. I was rewarded with more stares and a set of muted mutterings. Not wanting to seem out of the ordinary I refrained from my actions and went back into the act of becoming an unnoticeable nobody. It wasn't long before the hypnotic thump of the tracks passing below caused my mind to finally have its way. Images from my dream flooded back so real as to be almost immediately tangible. Her taste was upon my lips, the smell of her fresh skin in my nostrils. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants as the memory of the tightness of her moist pussy walls around my dick came thundering back into my head. The press of her naked tits against my chest, the heat of her body radiating through my skin, her sensual tongue playing with my own as we fucked; all these thoughts were running my mind. Once again I could feel her passion beating in time with our racing hearts as we made love. The soft sounds of her moaning pleasure echoed through my ears, her tight embrace of her legs around mine as she rode my cock. My hands were supporting her supple buttocks as I cupped them towards me, ensuring the support of her position as we fucked in our standing union. The drumming of the wheels upon the track mirrored the call of the drums from my dreams. The passing motion seemed to speed the beat onwards, the drums rising in my head and moving onto a crescendo that mirrored the arrival of our shared orgasm. The fires of that unbidden place from my dreams came back to me, burning in their intensity. My lover's touch was now a scalding flame licking at the flesh on my body. Pleasure tuned to pain but nothing could stop me now. The incredible pressure around my cock was unbelievable and yet she continued her sliding motion up and down and along my shaft. My dick was consumed by her womanhood and we continued fucking. Her pleasure was paramount in my mind, other sensations a lost distraction. We were so close now! My body screamed in protest at the need placed on me by my midnight lover but yet I somehow found the strength to continue. I surged, pushing as far the length of my cock would allow into her slippery tunnel of pleasure. She gave one final groan and then allowed her orgasm to claim her. The doors slid open as the train came to a halt with its usual jolt. The hiss of their motion brought me out of my fantasy and I stared around in bewilderment at my surroundings. I was startled by the transgression from my dream memories and back to the waking world. I immediately became very conscious of my bulging erection in my pants and desperately wondered if anybody had noticed. 'I really had been out of it!' I thought startled by just how real the images in my head had just seemed. It was at that moment when I caught the sight of raven hair, dancing around the shoulders of the woman I had spied earlier. The pressure difference between the carriage and the station platform was causing her midnight strands to flow around her head as if they were possessed by a living thing. My heart jolted at the revelation of her departure. I had still not seen her face and although I knew with almost utmost certainty that this woman could not possibly be the one from my dreams, I just simply had to know for sure. Roughly I pushed my way passed my former travellers, desperate to reach the doors before they sealed again. As it was, I only just made it and I swear I could feel the door edges snipping at my heels as my feet impacted upon the cold concrete of the station platform. Panic grabbed me as I stared around desperately trying to discern the form of the raven haired woman. People were milling around everywhere and there was a constant push and pull of human traffic as people made their way to their various destinations. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a flash of white and I spun round only to see her high heeled shoes vanishing from sight up the main stairwell. Excusing myself as I went, I made my way as best I could in her wake. At this stage I had no idea of what I would say or do when I caught up with her, it was simply enough for me to know that I would get to see her at last. I followed my mystery woman out of the station, trailing by a good distance. She had set off at a fast walking pace along the road and was already rounding the bend. I shivered in the damp morning air and pulled my coat tighter around me. With a beating heart born from excitement, I followed in her wake. The rain soaked streets led onwards, leading into a network of small interconnected lanes passing by large and seemingly abandoned warehouses. At every corner I would turn only to be rewarded by a fleeting glimpse of my mystery woman vanishing from sight as she turned a corner of her own. I was refraining from running least it scare her, especially now when the streets were so deserted. I was warm now, my exertions having caused a trail of sweat to cover my body. The weather had suddenly turned humid, the dampness on the ground rising up into the air. The sky was grey; the clouds a seemingly impenetrable mass of swirling rained filled menace. My clothes were sticking to my body and I was tempted to discard my coat and carry it over my shoulder. I was also aware of another sensation in my body with a growing need to relieve my bladder. I stopped momentarily in my tracks. The building to my left had seen better days, the brickwork worn with crumbling lines of cement filling the gaps between. A large doorway with sealed rusted doors was set in a frame several feet inside the well of the structure that had caught my eye. Even as opportunity seemed to beckon I felt the need in my bladder suddenly swell. I really needed to pee and this seemed a good a place as any to momentarily pause in my pursuit of my dream woman. Once again she had vanished round the far street corner before I could catch a good glimpse of her. Her black flowing hair, long white coat and black heels were still my only clue to her identity. My decision had been made. Quickly I moved into the shadow of the doorway, fumbling for my trouser zipper. Seconds later and my limp dick was in my hand and I was aiming it in the direction of the double doors. A loud hiss accompanied my piss as it squirted from the end of my knob before proceeding to impact in a running spray over the rusted green metal paint in front of me. Relief poured through me as the need in my bladder started to diminish. There was something about taking a piss in a public place that I had always found arousing and this was no exception. I played with my golden shower, tracing it up and down the doors and over the brickwork at the side. My shooting pee stream looked wonderful as it shot from the slit at the end of my dick. My piss was a strong powerfully stream and I was easily able to direct it to the top of one door before working it downwards and then back again. Suddenly my subconscious brain called for my attention. A rising of the hairs on the back of my neck had alerted me to a presence behind me. For a moment, panic started to swell inside me. Here I was in full flow, my golden stream spraying everywhere and I had been caught with my cock in my hand. I had no idea what to do, but then a calming thought helped my regain control. Had the presence behind me been of hostile intent then surely they would have made themselves know immediately. Casually as possible (as one can when being watched whilst having a slash) I turned my body slightly to one side, lifting my cock upwards as I did so. Directing my still shooting spray of hot pee into the one corner of the door well I tried to focus on the image in my peripheral vision. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the white coat. 'It was her!' God! How my heart raced at the revelation. She must have been aware of my presence all the time I had been following her. When she realised that I had ceased my pursuit she must have got curious and had come back to investigate. My next most pressing thought was how she was going to possible react to my display of public urination. Most girls would be disgusted by my act regardless of the necessity of the deed. However, my mystery woman had not made a sound as she stood behind my pissing form. A perverted idea came to me. Maybe she was enjoying the show, desperate to glimpse a sighting of my uncovered cock. I decided that this must be the most likely scenario and though best I make the most of this opportunity. Trying as hard as possible to ignore the sight of the long flowing coat out of the corner of my eye, I turned once again. I was rapidly reaching the end of my toilet but wanted to desperately give her a good view of my cock. I swapped hands presenting my guest with what must be a perfect image of my piss shooting cock. Already I could feel my manhood hardening and growing at the thought of this voyeuristic opportunity. My stream was dying now and I was now placed in the situation of wondering what I should do next. Should I quickly turn with my cock still on display and finally see this mystery woman's face or should I simply shake my dick dry and return it to the folds of my boxer shorts? The later choice won out. My gaze faltered only for a second as I instinctively looked down as I did up my zipper. Butterflies were dancing in my stomach as I started to turn to finally face the woman in the white coat. The street was empty! I stared in dismay. There was not a soul in sight. A shiver involuntarily ran down my spine as I turned full circle on the spot. Only the rain soaked brickwork of the surrounding buildings answered my gaze. Fear clutched at my heart for a moment then as the impossibility of it all rushed through my skull. I could swear blind that I had not imagined sensing her presence behind me and then actually seeing the outline of her coat in the corner of my eye as I finished my leak. Now it seemed that I had put on a piss display for no-one, my act of exhibitionism lost to an empty street. With this depressing though in mind I stared back at the doorway I had just vandalised with my squirting urine. The doorway was devoid of my pee stain! I gaped in dismay at the sight of the two doors sealed together. Peeling green paint and flecking rust and a few faded images of graffiti were the only marks upon them. 'Impossible!' I told myself. I had pissed for about a minute and sprayed my piss all over the place. I approached the doors again, falling into the shadow of the brick overhang as I did so. I stared in wonder at the doors a chilling sense of foreboding slowing rising inside me. With one hand I reached out to see if the doors were even wet. My fingers were just about to make contact with the cold metal surface when I stopped, petrified to the spot. In the far off distance a sound could now be heard, a sound that now seemed incredibly familiar. I could feel the goose bumps rising on my outstretched arm. Slowly but surely, the rising drum beats continued in their march towards crescendo. Fear was clutching at my soul. All too clearly I could remember the bane fires from my dreams; the pulsing heat from the flames radiating against my skin as I rode my lover's desire. In a moment encapsulated in eternity, my other dream memories returned to me. The warm, wetness of her pussy walls wrapped around my thrusting cock. The hot pants of passion as she fought for her breath between her exertions filled my ears. The press of her wonderful bare breasts against my chest as we fucked! The incredible feel of her buttocks as I cupped her cheeks up onto my cock. I was on my knees now, the sound of drums filling my head. My vision was blurred; objects on the street indiscriminate as they melded into one another. The memories of my sex with my phantom lover were crashing through my skull in waves. One moment and we were on the verge of our joint climax; our bodies contorting in sexual overload. The next instance and we were back at the beginning of our intercourse, slow exploratory touches building in momentum as our passions claimed us. The sensations continued, my world lost in a constant confusing and churning mix of images taken out of context and time. I felt my consciousness standing on a precipice with only a long fall into darkness the only outcome. I tottered on this imaginary brink and was about to fall, headlong into oblivion when suddenly a cold hand gently touched my one shoulder and a female voice filled with passionate care gently said "Hello my love." ...to be continued! Restless Dreams Ch. 02 Disclaimer- If you have not read CH 01. please do so. It is called Restless Dreams. This is the second installment and introduces Alex the Dom into the mix. This story involves graphic language and graphic sexual content including a gang rape. The story is also told from an American Soldiers point of view. If any of this might offend you, Please move onto another story. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism. Thanks to my editor- A huge thank you to MunKiy for editing my story and pointing out areas to improve. They did an awesome job and did it in a very timely manner. (hugs) Alex "I know how you feel Mack. No I have no idea where she is. I told you she split a month ago." "I want to believe you Alex but look at it from my point of view. Your ex-special forces and if you wanted, you could easily make someone disappear." "Carmen was my submissive Mack. I could no more hurt her then I could myself. I've spent hours trying to find her too." Alex sighs in frustration and runs his free hand through his hair. Had he of know that Carmen would be so much trouble, he would of never tooken her on has his sub. If only he could tell Mack the truth. If he told Mack the truth though, he'd be betraying Carmen's trust. Even though she was no longer his sub he had never lied to her and always kept his word. He wasn't going to change that now. "Mack did it ever occur to you that Carmen might of disappeared because she hated her life? Being a politician's daughter can be very tiring. She was always so spontaneous" That spontaneity had been what had drawn him to her in the first place. That, and her small sexy body with blonde hair and hazel eyes. At five foot four, she was slightly shorter than the woman he normally kept has subs, but what she lacked in height she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Unbidden an image of Sasha came to his mind and he tried to push it away. "Alex. You're not listening again." "What? Sorry Mack. Just a little lost in thought." "You still day dreaming about that chick at work? Gees just ask her out already you pussy." "Look it's complicated. She's stubborn has a mule and ex-military too. Besides, I am not exactly sure how to broach the subject anyways. She has some strong sub traits, but many people don't even know about our lifestyle let alone can accept it." "All I know is if I had been Fantasizing about a chick for 6 years, I'd make a move or move on." "She's complicated. Look Mack I have to go. People will start showing up for work any minute now. Later." Alex hangs up the phone in frustration still plowing his hand through his hair. Mack didn't understand. Shit, he didn't even understand it himself. All he knew was that from the first moment he saw Sasha six years ago coming in for an interview something about her had pulled him in and hadn't let go. He'd been talking with Jack about last night's game when a commotion from the receptionist desk had caught their attention. Poor Charlene had been hurrying trying to catch up to some chit with fire blazing in her eyes and a hell on wheels stride. Instinctively he had stood up taller and assumed his dominant stance sensing a power inside this woman that needed to be put in place. Finally she had stood before him all five foot seven inches of her. Her hair had been pulled back in a tight bun and her hazel eyes burned with a barely controlled determination. Her shoulders where back and she seemed totally composed in a light blue business suite. He had quickly assessed her body and liked what he had seen. She tried to hide her figure beneath slightly baggy clothes, but she just couldn't hide it well enough. It hinted at generous curves and sensuous breasts. Her face had been oval shaped and she had a beautifully pert little nose with freckles speckled across it. "Mr. Jackson, My names Sasha Ashwood. I have contacted your office no less than five times to check on my application and resume, but they said you still haven't had a chance to read it. I thought I could personally deliver it to you." Alex had to try to hide his chuckle at her brazen confidence. He loved a woman who knew what she wanted and went for it. He couldn't help but laugh at Jack has he just stood there and blinked then looked at him for help. Jack was a sweet old man, but when it came to beautiful woman, he had no clue how to talk to them. "Is it Ms. or Mrs. Ashwood Ma'am?" "It's Ms. and I am not a Ma'am. I work for a living." Ms. Ashwood was indeed very interesting. That sentence meant at some point she had been enlisted. It would explain the straight back, the confidence, and the perfect bun. She finally made eye contact with him and he saw numerous emotions flash through her eyes. Disdain, lust, confusion, finally her gaze settled on curious. "I apologize who are you?" Yep. She was definitely military or had been. A civilian would have said I'm sorry not I apologize. In the Army saying I'm sorry or sorry SGT or Sir or Ma'am was a guarantee to be in the front leaning rest position for at least an hour. "My names Alex Daggot, but you can call me Alex. I am also in charge of hiring employees for Jack." "Ah. So you're the one who's been ignoring me then. I apologize, Mr. Jackson and thank you for your time. Mr. Daggot, here is my resume and information. I shall wait for a call for an interview hopefully." He took her packet and grudgingly had to admit he admired her confidence. "What would it be like to have her confidence placed in him?" Shut up brain. Now was definitely not the time or place to think of her submitting to him, and to have total control over her. He normally didn't react to a woman this way, but for some reason she enticed him. He watched her march away and he couldn't help but notice her ass swaying slightly. "Well have to find out more about you Sasha." "You like her Alex? Hire her then if you think she's qualified. She seems really nice and you're a great judge of character. Thanks for saving me though. Pretty gals always make me uncomfortable." "No problem Jack. Let me see what I can dig up on our mysterious applicant." Five hours later he knew almost everything he needed to know about her. Job related at least. She had in fact been in the Army. She had been a 68W (Combat Medic), of course now they were called "Health Care Specialists". He frowned slightly. He was troubled by the fact that he saw she had been discharged due to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, yet she had never deployed or been in a combat zone. That meant whatever reason they had removed her from service, they hadn't wanted public. It probably had to do with Sexual Harassment and possibly sexual assault. Her face flashed through his mind and he felt anger boil inside him. How could anyone treat her so? What had happened? He'd called numerous contacts and friends who owed him favors, but no one could seem to dig up exactly what had happened to her. Despite her shadowy discharge from the Army, she had at one point been very high speed. She had received an AAM (Army Achievement Medal) and numerous COA's (Certificates Of Achievements). She had also received numerous unit coins and so far everyone he talked to only had good things to say about her. All her previous unit commanders had said she was a hard worker, Always early, Smart, Funny, Intelligent, Quick Learner, and in short the perfect soldier. Never afraid or hesitant to go above and beyond and always willing to help. She had graduated from High School top of her class and after her time in the Army had gone to school for a Business Accounting and Research Degree. Again she had excelled and graduated top of her class. He was very curious has to why she hadn't pursued her medical career. He had decided to give her a shot and had called her in for an interview. It had merely been a formality. He had just wanted a chance to get to know her better. She had been ecstatic and said she'd come by at 0900 AM the next day for her interview. She had showed up at exactly 0840. He loved punctuality in a woman. Since the day he had hired her she had gone above his expectations. She was always early for work and so far in six years had only taken 1 sick day. Jack had warmed up to her immediately when she brought him chocolate chip cookies. She was a very hard worker and he admired her dedication. There were other times when he'd see her consoling another co-worker or laughing with some friends around the coffee pot, but she never let friendship get in the way of work. Another trait he admired. He loved that she could control her emotions and feelings with grace and never backed down from what she felt was right. They had many arguments over various topics and somehow neither of them ever won. He sensed she might have some dominate traits due to her self confidence, her drive, and her quick temper. Add to that her stubbornness, and she was like a shot of whiskey on the system. At other times she would be restrained and silent, shy even. Like when he would occasionally brush her hip or ass with a hand while walking by. She would flush beautifully and her pupils would dilate. She obviously wanted him of that much he was sure, but what he wasn't sure about was how much he wanted her. It was utterly insane. He didn't even know if she liked men. He had never seen her with a guy and she never mentioned a boyfriend. "She can't like just woman, she gets flushed every time you accidentally brush her" His mind sneers at him. It's true. Whenever he was close she would stiffen slightly and her breathing would deepen. The sexual attraction was definitely there. He was sure she felt it. The deciding factor making him sure she was a submissive at heart waiting for the right dominate had come only a year ago. They had stayed late working on a file that needed to be done. It was 830 and he had gone to get them refills on their coffee. When he had come back she had been sitting on her legs kneeling on the floor holding the report with her palms facing up and her head had been cast down. He had walked and stood over her struck by her beauty in the "ready" position. He had stood there just staring at the top of her head has the office had fallen away from him. He imagined her with a silver collar around her delicate neck and being covered only in a delicious pink teddy. Instinct had tooken over and he had command her to look at him. "Look at me Sasha." The command had been firm and soft and he had felt his cock throb has she instantly gazed at him. Her eyes had been unfocused and hazy and it had taken her a moment to lock onto him. That unguarded moment had spoken volumes to him and since then he couldn't stop fantasizing about her becoming his submissive. Of course once recognizing him she had jumped up, flushed, and grabbed the coffee thanking him. Just like that the moment had passed, but it had stayed with him in his heart. He had normally preferred raven haired blue eye beauties, but over the last year his subs had started to resemble her more and more. Carmen had been almost the spitting image of Sasha except for height wise. Sure she didn't have Sasha smoldering passion lurking under the surface but she had been enthusiastic and hot just the same. Aleya the sub before Carmen had been blonde haired and blue eyed and Ashley before that had been dirty blonde with green eyes. He glances at his watch has it beeps telling him it's 0705. He feels is pulse quicken slightly and his cock throb softly. Any minute she will show up for work. Right on cue, he looks up has Sasha comes barging out of the elevator. He finds himself dumbfounded again by her classical beauty. Her hair is again pulled up in an elegant bun and not one single hair is out of place. He idly wonders what it would be like to free her hair and wrap it around his hand has he takes her from behind. Her cheeks are flushed and slight bags are visible beneath her eyes. Almost has if she didn't sleep very well last night. Her usually cold stoic face is surprisingly normal today. Curiosity and heat flares in her eyes and has she walks by her French Vanilla body spray drifts through the air, teasing his nostrils. He snickers has he hears her curse softly but rudely. Terms that would make a sailor blush. The Army certainly left their veterans colorful vocabularies. Standing up with ease he leans his head over the cubicle wall separating them. "Good morning Sasha. What's up?" "I told you its Ms. Ashwood, Mr. Daggot. I forgot to plug in my laptop last night and now it's out of juice. I have it charging, but I need to run this report to Jack's office. I need my computer up and running ASAP though because I need to send a merger off through E-Mail and you know how much Jack likes to talk." "Yeah he is a talker. I know, I'll shoot the E-Mail out if you tell me where I can find the file when your computer loads up. This way you can turn the report into Jack." He watches her contemplate his offer and he is sure she will refuse. He even sees the curt reply shinning in her eyes. Then she looks at the clock and gasps at the time. He sees annoyance cross her face and he smiles smugly. She has no choice if she wants to get both tasks accomplished by seven thirty. He knows she has OCD and as such can't leave a project unfinished and not on time. He has also noticed that she counts a lot and most of the time she doesn't even realize she is doing it. He wonders if she has Obsessive Counting Disorder too. "Those are both traits of a submissive waiting for a dominant" his mind whispers at him and he feels himself harden slightly. Even if she were a submissive at heart, he wasn't sure if he was ready to undertake such a task. He'd just let his last submissive go and he had a feeling Sasha would fight him every step of the way. That was if she could even eventually accept him has a dominant and without anything forcing her to obey him he instinctively knew she'd never relinquish control. "The file is on my desktop. It's called 'Blueberry File'... Don't snicker. It's a codename since it has to do with our undertaking to lock in the Hinoshiyo Company. Anyways, the file is all ready to be sent out. All you have to do is right click it and hit send to. My computer is set up to do the rest. Even a monkey couldn't screw it up" "Oh, trust me Sasha, if I was a monkey, I would be screwing something else besides your precious document." He smiles inwardly has he sees her flush scarlet and a heat spring to life behind her eyes. Oh yes. Sasha definitely has a lot of pent up sexual desires. He wonders if she'll reply like the professional she pretends to be, or the soldier she is. "Thanks but I'd take the monkey. He's probably hung better then you anyway." "Touché, Sasha." He smiles has he watches her briskly march away. If she were his submissive he'd bend her over his lap and spank her ass till it was red and hot. Walking around to her side of the cubicle he sits down in her chair and waits for her computer to load. As it finishes firing up it gives him two loading options. One is "start new session" and the other is "restore previous session". He clicks restore previous session and waits for it to retrieve the information. While waiting for the laptop to think, he glances around her desk. It is immaculate of course and everything is evenly spaced. Oh yes she definitely has OCD and some strong sub traits. Now the only question is how to make her become his submissive? He does not even know if she realizes it's what she wants and needs. Has he hears her computer ping and gazes at the screen he hisses in a breath and becomes rock hard. Oh yes, Ms. Sasha definitely likes his type of lifestyle. Maybe he can figure out a way for them both to get what they want. Sasha I sigh in annoyance. Jack is a sweet old man, like a father to me really, but boy does he like to talk. It'd taken me an hour and twenty minutes just to get out of his office and my watch glaringly reminded me it was now 0840. I silently whispered a plea that Alex had sent off that E-Mail. If he messed it up or hadn't sent it the whole deal could fall through. I am very annoyed that I even had to entrust it to him, but I really had no choice. The more I think about Alex has I walk back to my desk the madder I get. That whole comment about the monkey. Asshole. Dick. Overconfident prick! I tried to convince myself it was his infuriating statements that had made me blush and get wet between my legs, but deep down inside I knew it was because the thought of him screwing me had me turned on. Then again I'm sure he gets that reaction a lot. He's five ten and has to be two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle. Even the Army didn't make many men that trim. And then there were those eyes of his. They were so light a blue that it reminded me of a cloudless summer day. Then there were the annoyingly cute dimples that became present whenever he smiled. He had such a deliciously infuriating smile. Hard firm lips that often begged to be kissed. His hair was jet black and straight, falling carelessly around his head, except at his nape where it curled slightly. Oh yes, that smile with those perfect white teeth and laughing lines. She'd often fantasized about kissing him, but then that's what weak females did and she wasn't weak. Remain cool and aloof, Ashwood. Never let your enemies or possible enemies know your weakness. I do not see Alex at my computer nor his has I walk down the hallway." Maybe he went to a meeting" my mind whispers at me. I can only hope he sent out that E-Mail. I gasp in surprised shock has suddenly a large form looms over me and I instinctively react to an unseen threat. I drop my body down into a crouch position and perform a smooth butt stroke to the head move with my briefcase. Then I follow up with a knee to the gut. In a split second the form is on their knees in front of me and I hear a heavy grunt. Oh shit! What have I done? I've just assaulted a co-worker! Although the person is on their knees in front of me, he is almost on eye level with me. I gulp has crystal clear blue eyes gaze at me with pain and fury and some other emotion I can't quit read. "Alex..." My voice is a soft and breathy exhalation and I grab him under the shoulders and help hoist him back to his feet. When he stands up finally he grabs my arm and pulls me into the copier room. The room he must have been walking out of when I got freaked out and assaulted him. I wince has he shuts the door firmly and pulls the blinds closed. "What the hell was that all about Sasha!" "I'm sorry. I just reacted. You came out of nowhere." "So, you decide to assault me?" I feel my anger rising inside me again. How dare he! He should know better than to startle a soldier! "Well maybe you shouldn't pop up out of nowhere and scare unsuspecting people." "I did not come out of nowhere and whether I startled you or not does not give you the right to assault me." "I didn't assault you!" "Oh really? What would you call smacking someone in the face with a briefcase and then kneeing them in the gut when they're down?" I feel the color drain from my face. He is absolutely correct. Whether he scared me or not is irrelevant because I still overreacted and assaulted him. Perhaps I could plead PTSD? No. I don't want to have to go back and see my shrink again. The fat pudgy bastard always gave me the queasiest feeling. Shit! I could lose my job over this if Alex decides to press charges. Would he even press charges? I mean it's not like I did it intentionally! It was a reflex! "It was an accident Alex. I was just reacting to being startled. I'm sorry." "Oh so now that I can nail you to the cross it's Alex instead of Mr. Daggot?" I glare up at him and feel my fear being replaced by anger. "No! It's Alex because I felt bad about hurting you and only an idiot wouldn't see it was an accident and assume it was assault!" Restless Dreams Ch. 02 "Oh so now I'm an idiot?" "That's not what I meant! DAMMIT just stop and let it drop! I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry okay?" My words are rushed and heated and I feel a current of energy pass between us. God he's so sexy when he's angry! I look at his cheeks were color stands out and his eyes have turned a darker blue with flecks of gray. His mouth is set in a grim line and a vein ticks in his left temple. A piece of dark hair falls mindlessly across his right eye and without thinking I brush it away. Quickly he traps my hand against the side of his face and instantly the anger turns into a hot burning passion churning deep inside me. I gasp has a tingling of pleasure spread across my hand and down my arm. The pleasure surges around my breast causing my nipple to harden and goose bumps pop up has the pleasure coils deep inside my core. Suddenly the copier room seems very small and I feel my breathing deepen. "Sasha. Here's how we are going to do this. I will not report your assault; however, you must agree to have dinner with me Friday evening at my house. You will then watch a movie of my choosing with me, and then I shall decide on whether or not you can leave." His offer is so ridiculous and softly spoken that I break out in laughter sure he is jesting. His grip tightens on my hand and I resist the urge to wince. His eyes are a blazing inferno and I can feel the anger rolling off him. "I'm absolutely serious, Sasha and I am warning you once, I do not like to be laughed at or made fun of!" I gulp quickly trying to stem the laughter still bubbling up inside of me. "You're trying to blackmail me for a single date? And you don't find that funny? We'll if your serious then I agree. Just don't go surprising me again anytime soon or I might break something." He looks at me seriously for a few more minutes and the whole time I barely manage to keep from laughing. Finally he lets go of my hand and opens the copier door ushering for me to go first outside. I arrogantly stroll past him and sit down at my cubicle desk. A date is all he wanted? Really? "What if he wants something more after the date?" My mind silently asks me. I flush as a delicious heat runs through my body at the thought of having him. As I move the mouse and awaken my sleeping computer I am instantly on alert. The screen is on the confirmation page of sending the document to the right mailing address, but something isn't right. I scroll through the icons at the bottom of the task bar and feel my stomach plummet. The Internet Explorer Icon is on my task bar and has I click it my screen becomes flooded with the very erotic website I had been on last night. SHIT! Alex must of done restore previous session instead of start new session. I quickly stand up and glare at him over the cubicle wall but he doesn't even seem to notice and pretends to be engrossed in his work. I clear my throat and he looks up at me innocence shinning from his eyes. I narrow my eyes suspiciously "What's up Sasha? Want to assault me again?" "Ha-ha very funny. Did you look at my Internet when you sent that E-Mail off? "Of course not." I sigh in relief and sink back into my chair. I quickly close the internet site down but bookmark the page first. The rest of the morning passes quickly and I don't realize its lunch until Alex calls my name over the cubicle wall. "Sasha I'm going to go get lunch at Dave's Cafe and your coming." I find myself getting up and grabbing my purse before I even realize it. His smile deepens and he gets a smug look on his face. It is has if he is privy to a secret only he knows. I feel my annoyance flare and go to sit back down, but he has already grabbed my arm and is leading me out of the office. The day has cooled off and I shiver slightly in the cool air. "Do you want my jacket? I scoff up at him "I'm a soldier. A little cold is nothing." "You really should take better care of yourself." His mouth has been pressed into a grim line and I sense he's annoyed. Good. We reach the coffee shop and Alex holds open the door for me. I walk in to the warm cafe and sigh has heat envelopes me. It's surprisingly slow inside and there is no line has I approach the counter. "Hello ma'am what can I get you today?" "I'll have a chicken salad wrap and a large mocha latte please." "And for you sir?" "Coffee, black and a blueberry muffin." The guy finishes ringing up our order and I go to hand him a twenty, but of course Alex pushes my money aside and hands the guy his credit card. I feel my ire rise. "I can pay for my own food, Mr. Daggot. Besides your going to pay twice as much putting it on your card." He shrugs nonchalantly and I bristle. "You will learn that when a lady is in my presence, I am obliged to be the gentleman, and what gentleman allows his date to pay for her own food? I said to call me Alex. I love the sensual way it rolls off your tongue." I flush at his last comment but still manage to get a quip in. "This isn't a date. I don't know why I even came here with you." He pulls us to a corner in the very back of the cafe out of view of the front desk. I sit down in the chair on the right side of the table expecting him to sit opposite me, but of course he sits down in the other chair besides me. I try to ignore the warmth coming off him and into me, but it's hopeless. His cologne drifts through my nostrils and I feel my nipples harden slightly. He smells like Dark Temptations Axe body wash and I stifle a moan. For some reason that particular scent always makes me really horny. "Maybe it's because it smells like chocolate and french vanilla jasmine" my mind whispers at me. Trying to reel in my rising desire I dig into my chicken salad wrap. It is very good and I polish it off in under a minute. Shit! Maybe Alex didn't notice? I glance up at him and he's looking at me smirking. "Where you that hungry? You can have some of my muffin." He lets the last statement/question hang in the air and I feel my nipples harden again imagining him hand feeding me a muffin. His scent mixing with the scent of the muffin and the warmth from his fingers has I would pull the muffin into my mouth. Maybe I would even get to suck on one of his delicious looking fingers. Would he flush and groan? Would it even turn him on? Why am I even thinking like this? It's so bizarre. I lock my gaze to his and I see an answering heat blazing in his eyes. Almost as if he could tell what I was thinking. "Of course I could always feed you something else. Judging by the flush to your cheeks and the dilation of your pupils I am curious has to what exactly you want me to feed you Sasha." I feel the color drain my face. Shit, he really can tell what I'm thinking. In a totally unsoldier like fashion I get up and blitz for the door. I walk has fast as I can back to the office and make a beeline for my desk. I hear Alex jogging to catch up but I ignore him and spend the rest of the day burying myself in my work to avoid him. "What ever happened to not backing down?" My mind silently whispers to me and I pointedly tell it to shut up because this is different. This isn't a war zone and he isn't an enemy I am locked in battle with. I jump when my phone rings and I quickly answer it. "Jack Incs incorporated, this is Sasha Ashwood, how may I assist you today?" "Why are you ignoring me Sasha. Are you afraid of me? Or are you afraid of what we'd do if we were alone?" "Alex! What are you doing! Leave me alone!" I hiss the statements at him and then slam my phone down. I hear him laugh in the cubicle next to me and I stand up to glower down at him. "It's not funny and your lucky I don't slap you with a sexual harassment suit" "Ah Sasha. You're so passionate and heated. Want me to show you what real sexual harassment is?" "You wouldn't dare! You pompous, over confidant prick!" I squeak in surprise has he gets up and quickly moves into my cubicle forcing me to pivot to face him. I loose my balance and plop down loudly on my desk. Quickly, he is hovering over me mere inches from my face with his and I am transported back to Basic Training. A flashback of a Drill Sergeant screaming inches in front of my face runs through my mind and I try to reason that's why I am not pushing him back and bringing him to his knees. Besides someone is sure to see this and sound the alarm right? Then he can take his assault charges and shove them up his ass. I dart my eyes to the left and right and only then do I realize everyone else has already left for the night. That means my schedule is thrown off again and it also means we are alone in the office mere inches apart. He is so close I can smell the coffee he drank at the cafe and a hint of his minty toothpaste. He continues to hover over me not moving or saying anything. His lips are parted slightly and his breathing has deepened. I lick my lips which seem to be very dry suddenly and I moan as his gaze locks on them. His voice is a deep rich baritone sound has he speaks, "What would you do if I kissed those sexy lips of yours and then tore off your pants and underwear and pounded into you hard and fast while you sat on your desk, Sasha." This time I can't stifle the moan of surprise and desire that comes out of me and goosebumps pop up all over my body has his words caress me. I feel my pussy become really wet and before I can change my mind, I lock my hands behind his head and pull him down to meet my hot, waiting lips. His lips are soft, firm and deliciously smooth. Heat explodes through my body has I deepen the kiss and press my tongue against his mouth. He growls in pleasure and allows my tongue access to the deep recesses of his mouth. His tongue in turn snakes into my mouth and tingling pleasure spreads through my body has my nipples become buds and I moan again. My hands are still locked behind his head and I shiver in pleasure has his hands caress up my arms and the sides of my neck. The touch is firm and sensual and I feel my pussy clench has quickly frees my hair from its bun and wraps it around his hand. This allows him to control me has he would a puppet and he yanks my head almost painfully to the right has he starts to nibble and bite my neck. "Oh, God yes." My words are soft and strained and I am shocked by the pleasure I hear in those three simple words. His breath is hot and I am shivering uncontrollably from pleasure has he continues to scrape his teeth along my neck. My nipples are now painful buds begging to be tweaked and I'm squirming in lust has my juices drench my panties. I allow my hands to drift down the back of his neck and caress the curls at his nape. His hair is soft like silk. I am just about to beg him to take me when suddenly I hear someone clear their throat. "Excuse me. I must clean floor now" I jump and push Alex away feeling my skin flame has I gaze around him at the cleaning lady. Shit! Standing up I try to walk past Alex and curse my shaky legs has I stumble. He supports me by grabbing my arm but is smart enough to release me and let me go. With has much dignity has I can muster I walk out of the office and to my car refusing to look back. I unlock the door to my 2004 Ford Explorer and climb in putting on my seat belt. Has I start the car, the classical music I had been listening to drifts through the speakers and I take sixteen deep breaths trying to slow down my rapidly beating heart. I hear a knock on the driver side window and look up to see Alex's intense blue gaze staring at me. He is breathing heavy also and he makes the motion for me to roll down my window. Instead I put the car in drive and drive away watching him disappear in my rear view mirror. "What have I done?" My mind asks me loudly. How will I return to work tomorrow?" My cellphone rings and I hit the speaker button. "Hello?" "Sasha you can't run from this." "Alex? How did you get my personal cell number?" "Oh please. Your forgetting I'm ex marine intelligence." "Dammit, you have no right!" "Oh I have every right Ms. Ashwood and trust me, you are not getting away from me that easily." I hang up the phone and try to think. I obviously can't go home. If he has my cell number then surely he knows where I live. "Why don't you just go home and let him have you?" My mind screams at me. "It would be so much fun! You're such a prude, don't you want to cum?" I glaringly point out to my brain that is wouldn't be right. It has to be because I didn't finish myself off yesterday and that must be why I am even considering sleeping with Alex. "What's wrong with him? He's cute,sexy,smart, ex-military like you" You're forgetting cocky, controlling, and a player, I point out to my mind. But like always my mind has it's own thoughts and seems to be locked on letting Alex have his way with me. "It could be so much fun." I will never give someone else control. Last time was a disaster. I pull onto the side of the road as my mind locks onto the last time I had given a guy total control over me in Germany. I had been stationed on a base and he had been a Sergeant living in the barracks with me. We had been dating for a bit and had agreed it was time to take it to the next level. We had decided to rent a hotel room just off base and try some bondage. I should have known I was a freak even then, because when he'd mentioned tying me down to the bed and blindfolding me I had instantly become wet. The room was cheap and dirty but it would serve our purpose. He had been so gentle when tying me to the bed and I had actually been relieved I was getting turned on. Our other encounters had been a nice diversion, but again nothing had ever driven me crazy and brought me that magical orgasm some woman bragged about. He'd ever only just warmed me up. I remember the delicious anticipation I had gotten has he slid the blind fold on me and then proceeded to put a gag in my mouth. I remember the cool feeling of the trauma shears he used to cut my clothes off has the metal slide across my skin. Goosebumps had popped up on my body and my nipples had hardened. I had moaned in pleasure has he pulled one globe in his mouth. I had thought it was going to be really enjoyable. That was until I had the door open and other male voices fill the room. "Hey SGT. Is the party in swing yet?" "Not yet. Getting the main course ready. I see you brought the others. Perfect!" I had tried to talk and ask what was going on, but the gag had prevented me from talking. I was sure there had been some mistake and they had the wrong room. I tried to struggle but I had been tied down to tightly. I only succeeded in causing the ties to dig into my skin. "Oh, we got a feisty one tonight, huh SGT?" "Yeah. I wouldn't worry though. I'm going to give her a cocktail to make her feel good." My mind had spun at his comment. Obviously there had been no mistake. I had frantically tried to think of a way out of this situation has I heard three more knocks and three other voices joined in conversation. Derek had sat back down on the side of the bed and his old spice had drifted through my nose. I tried to plead for him not to do this, but all that came out was muffled sounds. When he took the gag off to make me drink the cocktail I would scream so loud people would call the cops. I felt a band tie around my upper arm and fear coiled inside of me. He meant to give me an injection of something! I struggled even harder but it was no use. I felt his big calloused hand grab my wrist and hold my arm down has he positioned the needle. I felt the sharp jab of the needle and then a queasy rush of heat has the mysterious substance had flowed through my veins. My body felt like it was on fire suddenly and my nipples hardened against the now freezing temperature inside the room. What had he given me? My breathing had deepened and my body was now glistening in a fine sheen of sweat. I was so hot and horny all of a sudden but my mind tried to maintain control and tried to tell me this was drug induced and to cool myself off. To not give these bastards the satisfaction of thinking I enjoyed anything they were planning on doing to me. "Ah now the party can really begin. She seems to be loosening up quite well. Ah-ah, not so fast guys. First you have to pay the fee." "Yeah sure no problem SGT. About time this prissy over confidant chit learned why this is a man's Army. That making everyone else look bad is a bad idea. Time to show her why it's better to just fade into the background." The voice is familiar but my brain has gone all hazy and foggy. The sounds of the voices are muffled and slightly unclear and my head is spinning slightly. My whole body is on fire has I feel someone flick my nipple with their tongue. I am helpless to resist the budding of my nipple and the flushing of my skin. The feelings he's eliciting from my body are strange and chemically based due to the drugs. That has to be why I am so hot at some stranger sucking my tit. The reason behind why I am so hot that someone I don't know is pulling my budding nipple into their mouth while twirling the other nipple with their fingers as their hand painfully squeezes my breast. "Ha! This little slut is actually enjoying it SPC. Let me get in on this." I hear two other grunts of agreements and soon there are to many hands to count caressing my body. I feel hot tongues licking me all over and I shiver in pleasure and revulsion has someone nibbles on my earlobe. My body is awash in feelings and every nerve ending is tingling with sharp currents of pleasure. My pussy is sopping wet and my clit throbs of its own accord wanting attention of some sort. A hot clenching need has begun deep inside of me and my body is straining trying to reach out for the orgasm shivering beneath the surface. My mind tries to control my body and tell it to cool down, but it's no use. My cheeks are flushed and I am thrashing my head now in wild abandon has a mouth sucks each breast and nipple and both my earlobes. Teeth tug forcefully on my nipples and earlobes and the pain makes me moan has it is also combined with pleasure. Nails are dragged down my sides and I know I will have scratch marks. The sharp burning feeling now spreading from the marks seem to heighten the pleasure. "God, she's so responsive. Little whore enjoying this is she? Dirty Cunt." I growl in anger and frustration at being called a cunt. I hate that term and it's a personal pet peeve. I struggle harder against my restraints and this time I feel the ties cut into my skin and smell a metallic scent. I must have drawn blood. I desperately wave my head about and am slightly satisfied as I hear a scream of pain. "That bitch broke my nose!" My victory is short lived has I feel a fist connect painfully with my jaw. White lights explode in my head and I am pretty sure my jaw is broke. The gag has been knocked out of my mouth by the force of the blow and I let loose a string of curses that would make lesser men cringe. "You God damn fucking little pieces of shit! You call yourselves soldiers? You're scum. You're worse than scum. You're worse then the shit that floats in the sewers. What's wrong, boys? Can't find anyone willing to fuck your pathetic cocks so this is how you get some? You're all pathetic and I pity you!" "SHUT UP BITCH!" Another painful blow connects to the left side of my face and I embrace the pain. Relieved that it is putting out some of the fire inside my body. I feel someone try to shove the gag back in my mouth but they must be halted because my mouth is still empty although it's filling fast with blood. "I know what this little slut needs to shut her up!" I spit the blood out of my mouth at the sound of the voice and then scream in pain has a I feel a hand grab either side of my cheek and squeeze forcing my mouth open. I have just enough time to smell a dirty fishy scent before somethings crammed into my mouth. Shit, it's someone cock. I scream around it and try to bite down however the hand squeezing my jaw keeps me from biting down. Restless Dreams Ch. 02 I can't stop this mystery guy from fucking my mouth and I gag has he shoves it deep into my throat. I feel something pressing against my pussy and realize its another cock. Oh God, no! I feel tears start to run down my cheeks has the other mystery man shoves into me hard. Pain explodes through my body but it's not over yet. I feel them sucking and kneading my breasts again and I am mortified has my body responds. The cock thrusting into my mouth stretches my throat and makes me hot while the other guy pile drives my pussy, pushing so deep I can actually feel him hit my cervix. I try to clench and push him out; but, it's no use. A fire erupts in my body and I try to stifle a moan. "How can you be enjoying this you dirty little whore!" My mind is screaming at me, but I can't fight the heat. My tits are bouncing and painfully hard. I desperately want someone to suck and pluck them again. That deep clenching feeling is present deep inside my pussy and I know I can explode soon. The drugs dull some of the pain I am in and I moan in lust and disgust has I feel the mystery guy cum inside my mouth down my throat. It's hot and sticky and tastes really bad. I vomit and am rewarded by another crack to my jaw. This time my head explodes with white light and then starts to fade into blackness. No! I can't pass out! Must stay conscious. Being a medic I know I probably have some traumatic brain injuries and if I fall asleep I might not wake up. I struggle with all my will to stay conscious has I feel another hard cock shoved into my mouth and down my throat. The guy thrusting inside my pussy pile drives me hard and my body is clenching around him trying to lessen the thrusts. I am appalled has I feel him cum deep inside me. This time I don't stop the tears streaming down my face. Before my body can recover, another cock slides into my pussy and begins fucking me hard and fast. I feel someone grab my breasts and push them together while painfully squeezing the nipples. Fire erupts from them and it feels like they are going to fall off. I feel another cock press in between my breasts and realize someones titty fucking me. The embarrassment and shame and pain and pleasure are all mixing together to form a powerful cocktail. My body's climbing higher and higher and I am on the precipice of an orgasm unlike any I've ever known. I feel a knife slide in between the ropes and my ankle and scream has it cuts the rope and the delicate flesh of my ankle. The scream is swallowed up by the cock still thrusting into my throat. My legs are lifted up onto someones shoulder and I wince has this allows the guy fucking me to go even deeper. I finally get pushed over the edge has the guy fucking me shoves his thumb into my ass. Another painful crack connects to my face and this time I can't resist the blackness has it engulfs me. I had spent four months in the hospital recovering from that incident and another six months in therapy. I was no longer mentally able to perform my actions or be around a large group of military men. My psychiatrist had said it's because I didn't know who the other soldiers were and has such I couldn't feel safe around anyone. I had to be medically discharged from the Army. Thankfully they had agreed to seal my records and discharge me due to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. "Alex would never do that to you" my mind silently tells me. I push the thought away. He's an ex-soldier, who knows what he's capable of doing. Feeling extremely tired all of a sudden, I recline my seat back, lock the doors, and drift to sleep. * Please don't forget to vote. a 4.5 or better gets a H for hot ^_^. Also constructive criticisms is always welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I am working on chapter 3 which shall be Sasha dreaming about dominating a girl ( little teaser)