I was lying on the beach with Sophia watching the sunset. My vision filled with all the brilliant colors of the rainbow. The clouds floated across the sky toward the setting sun. My world was finally peaceful.

“I could lie here forever with you, Sophia,” I said, keeping my eyes on the changing scene before me.

I felt Sophia squeeze my hand. I could see her body out of the corner of my eye, but something seemed different.

“Who the fuck is Sophia?” a voice asked.

“Huh?” I looked over in horror. It wasn’t Sophia. I broke out in a cold sweat, and my heart started to race.

“Who’s Sophia?” Lisa asked.

My body shook violently as my eyes flew open.

Breathe. It wasn’t real.

I looked over, and Sophia slept peacefully in my arms. I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to me.

“Sophia,” I whispered, trying not to startle her.

She moved slightly before her eyes opened. Her eyes were the color of the forest in fall—brown with flecks of hazel and gold. Her eyes were her best feature…besides her hair. The thought of her shutting me out again was unbearable to me, but the drive to gain her forgiveness was worth every hour and mile I traveled.

We left the bed only briefly to have lunch and grab a movie. I had such limited time with her, and I didn’t want to share her with the world. We crawled back into bed and watched the movie. The characters in the movie were talking about their fantasies, and I wanted to be hers. I wanted to be the man of her dreams, and everything she had missed in her past relationships.

“What fantasies do you have?” I asked her while keeping her secured against me.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “Can we talk about it later?”

“I want to know now. I want to make your fantasies come true. Just share a couple with me, please,” I said, not allowing her to change the subject.

I prodded her about the topic, and she opened up about all the things she’d missed in her sex life. She wanted a man to dominate her, to be woken in the middle of the night and fucked in an animalistic way. Her fantasies had never been realized, but I could change that. She wanted the sex to be playful and passionate. She was an avid reader. It opened her eyes to a world of possibilities she previously didn’t know existed. I would give her one of her fantasies before I left.

I restarted the movie, but my mind wandered. I’d start small because of her lack of experience. I’d choked, whipped, spanked, bitten, licked, sucked, and fucked in every position and hole possible in my sexual past. Nothing was off-limits to me, and I was willing to make all of her dreams a reality. I wanted to push her beyond her boundaries but not scare her. I wanted her to understand all the possibilities I had to offer. I was lost in my thoughts when the movie ended.

“What do you want to do now?” she asked.

“I’ve got a couple ideas.” I leaned over and began to kiss her. My hand wandered down to her breasts. They were sensitive—a simple touch, and she was mine, willing to do whatever I wanted.

“Stay there,” I said as I jumped off the bed. I searched for something to tie her up. I wanted her unable to move or squirm away from me. I found some scarves and belts that would have to do.

“What are those for?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“I’m going to make one of your fantasies a reality,” I replied while approaching the bed.

She giggled like an innocent schoolgirl filled with nervous excitement. I removed the blankets and sheets from her body. I’d seen every inch of her body, but she was still shy. I started with her wrists, tying them tightly enough to keep her still but not cut off her circulation. She tugged on the restraints and realized she couldn’t get out.

I grabbed her left ankle, pulling her down the bed, stretching her limbs before tying it. I repeated the process with her right ankle and made sure to tie it to the very last bar. I wanted her spread wide and at my mercy. I placed a pillow under her ass to allow better access.

I stood there for a moment, just looking at her. She was helpless, exactly how I wanted her.

“I won’t blindfold you this time,” I told her.

“Should I be worried?”

I didn’t respond. I would take her worry away, replacing it with lust. I wanted to fill her mind with only thoughts of pleasure and want. I leaned over her body, placing my lips lightly on her nipple. Her back arched from the sensation but begged for me to suckle harder. I wouldn’t give in to her unspoken demand. I had control.

I released my lips and slowly tongued her nipple. She sighed deeply, showing her frustration. I licked a path across her chest to repeat the torture. I sucked gently before grazing it with my teeth. Her hips moved in invitation, but I refused to comply. I moved my fingertips fluidly over her arm to create goose bumps across her flesh. I continued to glide my fingers down her side to her hips.

“Please,” she said.

“Be patient. I’m in charge.”

Before she could respond, I kissed her. My hand wandered down to her pussy. I slid my fingers over her pussy, checking her readiness. I started gently with one finger. I massaged her clit with my thumb as she moaned against my lips. I rocked my finger inside and rubbed a second against her wetness before inserting it. As I massaged her G-spot, her entire body flinched. She writhed in pleasure as I continued to assault her senses. I removed my fingers, and she whimpered from the emptiness. I granted her wish and quickly shoved two fingers inside. Her body reacted violently. I rubbed her clit to make the pleasure overcome the pain. I moved my fingers quickly while rubbing the spot that would bring her mind-numbing pleasure.

Her body became damp, and her breathing increased. She was close to an orgasm, but I wanted to prolong her release. I removed my thumb from her clit but continued the relentless pursuit of her G-spot. Her hips began to meet the thrust of my fingers, and her body tensed. At the right moment, I returned my thumb to make her have a full-body orgasm. She shook, and her breathing stopped. Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled, and she went rigid from the pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she said in whispered tone.

“I’m not done with you,” I replied, reaching into her nightstand and grabbing her vibrator.

“I can’t come again so quickly,” she said with wide eyes, staring at the vibrator in my hand.

I didn’t listen to her statement as I turned it on. I applied the vibrator to her already sensitive clit. Her body sank into the bed, trying to escape the sensation. I pursued her, not letting her get away. Sitting between her legs, I pushed my fingers into her again. She thrashed, but I didn’t relent. Her breathing was erratic. I knew she was close. I pulled the vibrator away.

“No!” she spat out.

I leaned over, placing my mouth on her clit. I sucked, tongued, and licked her pussy with just the right amount of pressure to bring her close to climax. When her body began to tense, I moved away.

“Fucker,” she said.

I smirked, knowing I had her on edge. She would probably claw my eyes out if given the chance. I placed the vibrator on her flesh. She was helpless and couldn’t stop the onslaught of sensations. She tensed, and I increased the speed of my fingers then curled them inside her. Her orgasm was intense, and she moaned and wailed through it.

I untied her legs while she tried to slow her breathing, but I kept her hands restrained.

I folded her knees to her chest before thrusting my throbbing cock inside of her. I rammed into her with such speed that I knew she would fight me. I wanted the release…needed it. I moved her legs so that her ass was off of the pillows and her knees were almost at her shoulders. I placed my body weight on top of her to curl her up into a ball. I could feel every inch of her inside. I never slowed. I wanted her sore. She was mine. I pummeled her, and she made noises I never heard her make before. Her pussy clenched down on my cock, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

My world burst into a million colors, and my body shook with pleasure. I had never come so hard and long. The aftershocks were tremendous. I collapsed on top of her, trying to regain my composure. I had to release her wrists, but at the moment, I couldn’t feel my muscles.

When I finally released her, I rubbed her wrists and kissed them. I knew they would be sore, along with her pussy. I had assaulted her in a primal way. I wrapped her in my arms on top of my chest. I wanted to know if it lived up to her fantasies. She didn’t complain, except for me not allowing her to have an orgasm. She didn’t like being denied, but she loved that I had control. This was only the beginning of the sexual world I’d show her.

I ran my fingers through her dampened hair as we spoke. I drifted off into a trancelike state. I was wiped out physically and emotionally from the past twenty-four hours, and I never wanted to leave her side.