Dreams of a Beast
I tossed and turned in my sleep but no matter what I did I could not find sleep. It was irritating and it was making me cranky. I wanted to rest so I could go back home tomorrow and spend a good day with my father.
Yet my thoughts lingered on and I couldn’t find the rest that I sorely needed. Every time I would shut my eyes I would see Adam’s face and his body staring right back at me. Every time I moved I imagined him moving with me. When I touched my arm to keep myself warm I imagined it was him wrapping his big, heavy hands around me.
Those images in my head lead to even more devastating teases that began to drive me insane. I was heaving and losing my breath instead of relaxing, I was sweating and before long I was tossing and turning in my bed due to sheer restlessness.
My lips gasped open when I thought of his kisses and my legs parted when I imagined his body pressing down against mine. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and my fingers slid underneath the fabric of my panties. I felt the tension rise in my chest when my index finger lowered just above the lips of my pussy and I felt how warm and moist I was. Even with just a naughty mind I was so turned on and all I could even think about right now was another round with Adam.
A finger slid through the lips of my pussy and I gasped out a weak little moan. When I did it again I did so with the image of Adam sealed right in front of my eyes. I imagined it was his finger between my legs and I imagined it was him inside my mouth when I was simply suckling on my own fingers.
My fluids began to flow as I started pushing more and more fingers through the folds. It did not take long and I was beginning to explore my own body and I thrust my middle finger inside, penetrating my womanhood with a push.
I was quickly shocked with the jolt of pain but that subsided in mere seconds as the flood of pleasure overwhelmed it. I slid my finger in and out but even then it was not enough. I needed his touch. I wanted his touch. To satisfy this need my other hand jumped up to my breasts and I gave my left tit a tight squeeze. The sudden application of pressure made me gasp but I did it again and again as it made me thrust my fingers into my pussy with more conviction and force.
“Oh G-God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled and moaned as I began to play with myself even more vigorously. I slid in two fingers as I curled and bent my body on my bed due to the intense amount of ecstasy surging through every inch of my body.
As I played with myself my mind shut down and all I could think of was Adam. I thought of his huge body and the way his muscles rippled like waves over his chest, arms and abs. I thought of his hair and how he was both like a stallion and a wolf – a beast of pure power and masculinity. There was nothing and no one that could ever stand toe-to-toe with a man as menacing and powerful as him.
There were times when he would creep into my room and watch me. I knew because I would wake up but keep my eyes slightly shut and pretend I was still asleep. Those nights were some of my favorite evenings because at times he would slip into my room, enjoy the view, and then creep out as if he was never there.
At times I pondered what he would do if I were to suddenly reveal I was awake. Would he grab me and begin to fuck me to fulfill his desires or would he stop and just walk out?
I know for many his actions are questionable in nature but for me they turned me on. I wanted nothing more than to make him lust for me even more. I wanted to be his girl. I was his and I was going to give it all to him once I got back from visiting my father.
Besides, we were both imagining the same act and both playing with ourselves to fulfill our needs. It was human nature and right now damn it I needed it.
Finally, as my mind traced back to the sensation of his cock slamming deep into my very flesh, I came. My orgasm exploded like a hurricane and I could not keep in my loud moaning any further and I simply let it go so I could enjoy the release.
Yet even as I lay there, exhausted and filled with deep lust for the man just down the hallway, I felt even more curious about him than I ever did before.
“I can’t sleep,” I figured. I slowly got up, headed to the bathroom and promptly washed myself of my juices with some hot water.
As I stood in the shower my eyes then lingered for a bit and it was to my utter curiosity that I discovered a small notch behind the toilet bowl. It looked like one of the tiles had been removed and then placed back in.
I hurriedly finished my shower, dried myself and then put on a really skimpy white nightgown. Once comfortable I got back to the bathroom and slowly pulled out the loose tile. Inside I found a small hole. I dug around for a bit and eventually my fingers latched onto something metal. When I pulled it I discovered it was a little silver key.
“What is this?” I asked myself as I held it up and gave it a look.
The key was made into the shape of a pair of fairy wings. It even had a soft glitter to its handle suggesting that the whole thing wasn’t pure silver. I even pondered if it wasn’t silver at all but something like white gold or platinum. I was completely uneducated on jewelry and metallurgy so I had to make the best assumptions that I could.
And then a light bulb flashed in my head.
Quickly I ran out of the bedroom and made my way back to the main foyer. I walked beyond the numerous paintings and other displays until I finally came upon the one piece that I knew was designed specifically for the key I had in hand: the silver chest with fairies etched on it.
Fortunately, it was still in its place and without hesitation I inserted the key and turned. The chest unlocked with a decisive click. Not wanting to waste time I opened the lid and found a very surprising bit of content. There was a red rose and a series of parchments inside.
The rose wasn’t real but it was definitely made to seem like the genuine article. It felt real, it was big and as heavy as an authentic rose but it was much sturdier than the real thing. I did notice that several of its petals had been torn or clipped off.
Although the symbolism of the rose was lost to me I still wanted to get in and discover more about these letters. I quickly took them out of the box and began to read through them. It was then that I realized they were written around twenty years ago.
“Dear Mr. Rousseau,” read the oldest of the letters. “It has come to my attention that you insulted my mother in public, in front of your guests and your household. Although I am appalled and dismayed at your display of arrogance and greed I must say I did not expect much from you to begin with. Your father was a gangster and he was not even a particularly good one. It should come as no surprise that you are just as wicked and stupid as he.”
As I read through I discovered this letter was made and sent my Marjolaine Durand. These were the very letters that sent Adam on his quest for power in the first place.
I dug in some more and discovered that the other letters were all hate-mail from other rich billionaires and businessmen. Most of them were, at the time, far above Adam’s station. They were successful in their own right and were all hating on him for how he treated Madame Durand. It was shocking to realize how many of these were now working for Adam. I would know because I see their names every time I get back to work on the different mobile apps.
Some of them were no longer in the business. Others had retired, three had died during the course of two decades and another had filed for bankruptcy. It looked like Adam had slowly, bit by bit, taken over all of their domains in the business world. He now had the biggest share of stocks from all of their clients and many of these businessmen either owed him money or were repaying their debts by working for him.
If I were to be completely honest with myself I would have to admit that this discovery was a little disappointing. I was hoping to find more information about Adam’s past and his history since those were well-guarded secrets. Despite my own dismay, I did treasure this find because it now showed me just how far and how deep Adam’s determination to succeed and distance himself from his mistakes actually went.
He was a man of conviction. He was a man who would never forget the slights he made and would do anything to make things right, even if he was to be hated by the world for whatever it was he did a long time ago.
I then carefully put everything back into the chest and arranged the items in the same way they were when I first opened it. Once I was sure everything was set I locked the chest and quietly crept back into my room. Fortunately, I didn’t run into Adam and I placed the key right back where I found it in the bathroom.
Afterwards I got back in bed and pondered about what I discovered. In no time at all, however, my mind drifted off and I quickly fell asleep. When I came to it was already eight o’clock in the morning and Lumiere was knocking on the door to see if I wanted breakfast served.
“O-oh I’ll be right there,” I called out. “Is Adam awake yet?”
“Yes, Madame Verdandi,” Lumiere answered from the other side. “Would you prefer your breakfast in bed or would you like to join him in the main dining hall?”
I sat up from my bed and called out, “I’ll join him. Please tell him I’ll be right down after I wash myself and get dressed.”
“All right, Madame Verdandi,” Lumiere replied before he then moved on to his next task.
I did wash myself and put on some better clothes. This time around I put on a cute pink tee-shirt that really hugged my body, accentuating my tits, and a pair of ripped jeans. I didn’t mind wearing something too tight since it meant I’d get to keep Adam’s eyes on me.
Several minutes later and I finally walked out and headed to the dining room. There I found Adam seated, his food at the ready, but he was busy swiping his finger on his phone. When I arrived I had to tap on the table for him to realize I was there.
“H-hello,” I greeted softly and cleared my throat. I did my best seductive hair flip so he would notice my bust and the tears in my jeans.
Adam looked up and looked straight at my tits. Bingo! I got him right where I wanted him. I smiled a wicked, naughty smile at him and then made my way to sit beside him. With each step I took I swayed my hips, making him stare even more. By the time I was down on my seat I was sure that his cock was rock-hard between his legs.
“Hey, good morning,” I greeted in a low and sultry tone.
“W-wow, good morning,” he stuttered as he greeted. He looked at me from head to toe, put away his phone and then said, “You look really good this morning. Had a nice sleep?”
I nodded and gave back a grin, “Well, I was a little busy but it all turned out all right in the end. How about you? What did you do last night?”
Adam chuckled and then told me, “Well, I was fantasizing about you. You know I can’t get enough of you. Then here you come wearing this really hot shirt and jeans… you’re making me want to fuck you right here on this table.”
“Now, now, relax dear,” I told him as I placed my hand on his. “There’s plenty of time for that. I do have something I want to talk to you about before I head over to my dad’s place. I was going to keep this a secret but after sleeping on it I figured I didn’t want to keep any secrets from you.”
Adam then looked at me with curiously and then asked, “What do you mean? What secret?”
I then pointed over to the hallway leading to the main foyer, “Over there. I found the key to the chest tucked away in my bathroom. I guess it was yours when you were way younger but I took it and I opened the chest. I found your rose and the letters from the businessmen and Marjolaine Durand.”
He looked genuinely shocked but after sipping his coffee he found his reserve and then asked, “Well… What do you make of it? After reading all those hate messages and more you’re opinion regarding me must have changed.”
“It did,” I confirmed. I saw the bright light fade from his eyes and I quickly followed up my statement with, “It changed it positively. I think I’ve finally understood just how severe that experience hurt you. It’s changed the course of your life for the next two decades. How could I ever look down negatively at you?”
Adam looked back at me in surprise and said, “Y-you’re sure about that? Those were really demeaning letters. Most people would agree with what they had to say.”
“Oh, I agree with what they said but those words applied to you two decades ago,” I explained. “You’re not that man anymore. Those words made you into a better, stronger person.”
“You really think so?”
I nodded in agreement, “I know so. I’ve been with you for months now. At first – if I’m to be completely honest with you – I was totally scared of you when we first met. You seemed like this horrifying alpha wolf ready to smash my head in with your fangs. Now though you’re this hardworking, independent and very wise man who knows what’s right and wrong. You know how to be firm but fair, menacing but not overbearing.”
“Thank you for the kind words,” he told me. He then gestured for the food and said, “Let’s have breakfast and then I’ll drive you down to your father’s place.”
“Can’t,” I interrupted. “You have a big board meeting within the hour and the drive from here to my dad’s house takes a good thirty minutes with normal traffic. I appreciate the offer though, it’s really sweet. You also have a meeting with that shoe company client since they’re going public soon. By noon time you’ll be free but by then I’ll be with my dad playing mini-golf.”
“You will be back, though, right?” he asked just to make sure. “I don’t think I could face tomorrow if you were not a part of it. I’ve grown quite accustomed to my life with you by my side.”
I nodded at him and swore, “I will come back. Staying here has changed me as well and all for the better, I suppose. I cannot really imagine my life moving forward with you and the others being a part of my life. And besides, I still have a lot of work to finish.”
Adam smiled and gestured for us to eat. We did so but a little hurriedly as I had to leave early to avoid traffic downtown. Once we were ready he saw me off to the garage where my car was still kept and maintained. I then got in, waved farewell, and drove off the property.