Page 21 of Prelude to Madness

“It played out like a movie. I could see every scene in my head, both his and mine. I don’t know what was going on.”

When he came to the part about seeing me in the hospital bed, I could only think it was his subconscious reminding him who I was. Who we were, and that I was the one who mattered.

But who fucking knew what the hell was going on? The mind was a strange thing at the best of times.

I was happy he hadn’t actually cheated, that it had all happened in his head.

I climbed into bed next to him and brought him to my chest, offering him what comfort I could.

Despite his admission, I was going nowhere. It was a fucking dream brought on by an overdose and meant nothing to me.

“I’m sorry, Silas. I never meant for it to happen.”

“Nothing to apologise for, angel. I’m happy you’re here now.”

He snuggled into me, and I stroked his back.

“Now tell me about the part where we were captor and prisoner. Sounds fucking interesting to me.”

For the first couple of nights, he’d tossed and turned, often waking with a start. The dreams obviously hadn’t stopped, but I made sure to hold him close, and he’d calm before going back to sleep.

Until one night, he lay awake, and I knew he had something to say.

“What is it, angel?”

“I want you to do to me what you did in my dream.”

We’d refrained from sex since he came home. I’d been waiting for him to be ready.

“Why don’t you tell me, angel? Tell me what you want me to do.”

The more he told me, the hornier I got until my cock was so hard one touch would have me coming in seconds.

I took his hard dick in my hand and stroked him until he moaned my name.

“I want you to fuck me. I, erm, I…”

“Spit it out, angel. Let me know what you need.”

“I want you to tie me up. I know you probably don’t have any handcuffs.” He talked quickly, as if nervous to ask.

I didn’t, but we could improvise.

I grabbed a belt from my jeans and buckled him to the headboard.

My dick throbbed at the sight of him tied up and at my mercy.

“Do you want me to fuck you, angel?”

“Yes, spread me wide and fuck me like you did before.”

His words alone were a massive turn-on. This was more than we’d ever done before, our usual sex being more vanilla than spicy, but I was willing to experiment if that’s what he wanted.

I edged towards him and spread his legs wide, giving me access to his arse. It was all I wanted.

I nudged at his hole, then pushed forward. The ring of muscle gave some resistance, but I slipped in slowly until I was balls deep inside him.

“I need it hard, Silas. I won’t break.”