You awake with a stir as the alarm rings. You silence the alarm, muscle memory, and you wait for your consciousness to keep pace with your body. Slowly, you grow aware of the dampness and aching between your legs. The dream returns to you. Bent over your desk, breasts pressed against the cold wood. The hardness of my cock inside you. Fuck. That was a good dream. I worked too late the night before for us to have any fun. Of course you dreamt of my cock. You glance over to see me sleeping soundly if absurdly positioned. Somehow I've managed to wrap my torso in the sheet while leaving my lower half bare. Your eyes trace the long, muscular legs until they reach my crotch - the outline of my cock. Not too hard but not soft either, existing in a state of morning limbo. You bite your lip and recall the feel of it hardening in your hands. The ecstasy of your dream. Somehow, sighing deeply, you pull yourself out of bed, quiet not to wake me, and begin your morning routine.
You relieve yourself and wash in the sink. That' when you notice the envelope. A plain white envelope taped to the mirror glass. Your name neatly written across it. What the hell? You take it down and open it, your hand quivering slightly. Inside a small note. You recognize my scrawl but I've taken the time to make it legible.
Your outfit is laid out for you on the guest bed. Wear only what I have chosen if you want your reward. A good girl, an obedient girl, will get what she needs.
You're taken aback. This is so unlike him. Still you feel your excitement grow. The idea of my dressing you, telling you exactly what I want you to do, causes your belly to twist deliciously inside. A reward. What I need. You know the only thing you need in this moment. Your unconscious does too judging by your dreams. You need the only thing that can fill that tight wet hole of yours. You imagine my cock stirring as I decided on an outfit. Picturing you flushed, begging, and painted like a whore. You feel the flow of blood to your sex, Christ you're wet, and suddenly the day's concerns are no longer pressing. You imagine your tongue on my throbbing member. The taste. The smell. Feeling it grow as I tickle your throat. Knowing how close I am to ramming it down your throat while you gag and gasp for air. Fuck. You remember my cock in bed, already half hard. It wouldn't take much to finish the job. You could return to bed and take me inside your mouth, slowly waking me. First licking the length from tip to head, tongue lingering briefly at the glans you tease. Taking the head inside. The slight taste of precum mixing with your saliva as you take me deeper. The little groans as my cock grows and I drift awake. What a sight that would be for me. Waking to find your slutty lips wrapped around my cock. You want this desperately. You need me to make a sloppy mess of you. A glance at the time on your phone reveals just how long you've been fantasizing. Shit. You're already running late. You exit the bedroom and head for the guest room ignoring the dampness between your legs as best you can.
