Strange visions and dreams plagued Raul’s dreams for the past couple of nights.

He dreamed of a lake, of mist. He dreamed of his wife, Denise, walking down the shore. He saw her taking off her clothes and disappearing under the dark waters. He dreamed of Jerome with a dark expanding shadow behind him. He could see the woman that came looking for him, bound by her wrists, her blouse open while her chest heaved, she was moaning.

And most strangely of all, he dreamed of his ex. 

On her knees, looking at him, adoringly with her bright emerald eyes.

The doors of the elevator opened with a ding and he groaned. He was getting to his office, barely rested. His head was pounding and the rest of his body needed his wife. 

Raul rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s probably stress.” He said to himself.

Since Jerome arrived he felt like everyone was watching him. Every other time he looked over his shoulder, or after getting out of work. He could swear that there was a black sedan waiting for him, he could swear there was someone in a suit watching him. 

But when he looked again, he could see that it wasn’t the same car, it wasn’t the same person even if there was a woman in a suit looking at him, it wasn’t the same one from that night. 

Then there was the project he was working on. That definitely wasn’t helping. There were multiple attempts every day to crack the encryption for the bank he was working for. But lately, it was getting ridiculous. 

It felt like someone was out to get him. 

Walking to his office, the last thing he needed was the sight in front of him. 

Management told him that a new woman was assigned as his personal assistant since the last one had to take maternity leave. 

Melissa. 

She was attractive, dark-haired, with perfect makeup. The form-fitting wine-colored suit accentuated her emerald eyes. 

Melissa. 

Raul’s ex. 

She greeted him with her most polite smile. 

“Good morning Raul. I mean. Mr. Marquis.” 

Melissa twitched, she fidgeted. Raul could see she wasn’t comfortable there. But things pile up. He didn’t need the stress. 

He tried to control himself, but his voice came out harsh, almost a hiss when he tried to whisper. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I was just transferred.” She said, her nails clicking on the keyboard. She tried to focus on the screen in front of her. “I just uploaded the schedule for today, Mr. Marquis, if you would like to review it.”

“Melissa?” He leaned closer, his voice strained. He felt something around his neck. Something tightened around his throat. He coughed and fixed his tie. 

Melissa looked around and spoke in a soft voice, leaning in. 

“Raul, if you want to, I can talk with you in the office, please?” 

He took a step back and composed himself. There was a sigh, he shook his head. 

“Meet me in ten minutes, I will go over the schedule, then we can talk.”

Melissa looked around and saw someone pass by. 

“Of course, Sir.”

Something felt wrong. He felt that word. That inflection. He felt the echo across his whole body. “Sir.” 

He smiled and walked past her desk, he closed the door and set his things down. 

It was a minimalist space, his computer taking most of the space in front of him. 

As much as he earned, working corporate net security for a bank wasn’t exactly his dream job. But it paid for the house she and Denise shared. 

He put down his suitcase and took out a couple of pills to help him focus and alleviate the growing pain in his head and his throat. 

This job was taking its toll. Just a bit more. Just a bit more, he told himself every morning before booting up his computer and replying to e-mails. He checked the schedule that Melissa prepared. 

The pills sure were taking their sweet time to work. 

His mind felt foggy, it felt like someone, like something was pulling him by his neck. Shaking his head, he tried to close his eyes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

In the dark inside his mind, he could see the visions from his dreams. Vivid like that morning. 

He saw Denise, bound and blindfolded. She was on her knees, pleading, moaning. 

Then there was Jerome, he had a leash on his hand. 

And then there was-

“Raul?”

Melissa called his name. He didn’t want to open his eyes he didn’t want to move. He felt like he could not move. 

He groaned a response, and he heard a sigh.

“Look, I don’t like this any more than you do.” She said, “But we have to work through this and-”

Raul heard Melissa lean over the desk. 

“Are you okay?” She was so close, he could smell her perfume, she smelled of roses. It reminded him of things he had long forgotten. Or at least thought buried down. 

“Yes. I’m okay.” He pushed his chair back. He felt a knot in his throat. He sounded a bit more stern than needed. 

Melissa took a step back and walked back to her desk. 

“Fine, whatever. I won’t be worrying about you more than needed.”

Raul watched her strut out. He felt a memory of her, climbing out of bed, walking as if she danced to the rhythm of a song inside her head. 

He shook his head. It was something that happened a long time ago. 

It was something that just didn’t work. 

Like his new encryption. 

He groaned and tried to focus on the task at hand. 

But unlike Melissa, he could fix this. He could fix this and go home to Denise. 

And yet. 

The hours passed. 

Hours wasted in meetings with corporate ghouls that could not understand the difficulties and only demanded results. 

Hours wasted trying to explain to an idiot in a suit who halfheartedly read about blockchains why his idea wouldn’t work. 

Hours wasted…

He finally sat down with his team. 

All of them exhausted and deprecated. 

His own head swimming against the drudgery of anger and frustration that had built up. 

And after all of that…

Raul sighed and closed his eyes. Closed his laptop, and leaned back. 

The visions kept materializing behind his eyes. 

This time it was Melissa, crawling under his desk. 

She had that sweet smile, those bright emerald eyes filled with mischievous lust. 

A hand touched his thigh. 

Her voice was so crisp. So vivid and real. 

“Raul, Mr. Marquis.” She purred. 

He stirred in place and groaned. 

“It’s late, Sir.” Her voice echoed through the office. 

A sigh escaped his lips. 

“Do you want me to tell your wife you’re working late tonight?”

“I’ll call her.” He didn’t recognize his own voice. It was deeper and silkier.

“Just relax,” Her face was so close to him, it was almost like she was pressing her body against him. “Relax and I’ll take care of you, Raul.” 

With his eyes closed, he unlocked his phone. His fingers moved instinctively and called Denise. 

The phone rang. 

Denise answered. 

His voice came out but it felt like it was coming out of a dream. 

He told her about his day. 

He said how much time was lost. 

He told her how important it was. 

How urgent. 

And he told her about finding out about Melissa at work.

Melissa, who in his mind, in his daydream right now, was kneeling before him, under his desk. 

She was taking out his cock from his pants. It felt so real, how she grabbed it, the feeling the coolness of her face, of her lips against his hardening cock. 

Denise yelled at him. Not about Melissa, this wasn’t his fault. She yelled because he promised to be home. To take care of her, to be with her on the same bed. He promised they would try to have a kid, and he barely had time. 

She understood his job. She always understood. But it was hard. 

It was hard not to get mad. 

He was breaking his promise, he knew that. She had the right. 

And he was mad as well. 

It was hard. 

His cock was hard as Melissa’s tongue caressed the base. As she kissed the underside. 

Her lips slid down from the tip, slowly. Wet and delicious, just like he remembered. 

But there was something else.

Something new. 

And he told Denise. 

“I-“ He groaned. “I’ve been having weird dreams lately.”

Denise went silent. 

“I dreamed of Melissa,” He admitted, “My ex. I have to admit.”

Denise listened. There was something in the silence. Something she wasn’t saying. But he kept going. 

“And I can’t control my dreams but-“

“What did you dream,” Denise said, but her voice, there was that tinge in her voice. Tight, controlled. 

Husky. 

His cock jumped against Melissa’s face. 

“I- It was Melissa on her knees.” He said, he felt something in his chest, booming. Like a command. 

“She took my cock between her lips.” The sensation was so vivid, “And sucked it.”

The feeling of her suction. He pictured her half-open eyes, enjoying every minute, every inch of his cock inside her mouth. 

Teasing his cock with her tongue. 

“And she is your new assistant?” Denise said, almost a moan. 

“Yes.” He moaned. 

“And you still want to fuck her?”

“Yes.” It was the truth. It was inside his mind, it was what his subconscious, what his mind, what his cock wanted. 

“Then fuck her,” Denise said clearly, without anger. 

Just pure frustration. 

Frustration and arousal. 

Raul heard her hold back a moan, and then nothing. She had hung up.

A sigh deflated him. This wasn’t great, but at least she wasn’t mad. 

“I think she gave you permission, boss.” 

Raul opened his eyes. 

Melissa was on her knees, his cock on her perfectly manicured hands. 

Her lipstick made perfect marks around his cock.

Fear froze him in place. 

No, not fear, surprise. 

And that wasn’t what held him in place. 

It was Melissa with a single finger against his chest. She climbed up from beneath the desk. The jacket of her pristine suit fell to the floor and her skirt wrinkled up. 

“Do you want me to keep going, Raul? Or would you prefer boss?” 

She purred while opening his shirt. 

“Or maybe you want me to call you Sir?” A chuckle escaped her lips. 

She leaned in, sitting in his lap, and he could feel the wet spot of her cunt. 

“No, I remember what you liked to be called…” 

With a slow, sensual motion she pulled her panties to the side. 

He could feel the curls over her sex. 

She guided his cock, pushing it inside her. 

“My beast…” She moaned in his ear. 

The dream. This was a dream. It had to be. 

Raul felt a rush. Strength, pleasure, desire. All of it taking over him. Over his body. 

He grabbed Melissa by the hip, hugging her closer. He thrust his hips up. 

Melissa yelped and chuckled. “That’s my beast.”

Raul let go of any doubt and any other thought, letting his instinct and pleasure take over. 

His hands flew over her chest, ripping open her blouse. The buttons went flying everywhere. With one hand he pulled up her bra, with the other he held her in place. Pushing, thrusting, fucking. 

He had turned off his mind, exhausted, letting the animal take control. 

He fucked Melissa, the same way he had always fucked her. The same way she had always used him. 

A beast in heat. 

Melissa enjoyed every second of it, moaning and screaming. Riding him with gusto and desire. 

Her mind gets lost in the pleasure. 

She didn’t realize when his hand reached her neck. 

He felt around it, making a small circle around her throat. 

She felt it tighten around it. A pleasant grip. 

Like…

Melissa’s mind wandered to the feeling. 

Like she was owned. 

And she gasped. 

Raul tightened his grip, his pace growing faster. 

“You like this?” He groaned. 

“Uhuh” Melissa tried to nod. She felt his hand around his neck. 

“You wanted this?” He lifted himself from the chair, pushing her body against the desk. 

Melissa tried to speak, but only a grunt came out. 

“Did you miss this?” His cock thrust deeper inside her. 

Melissa’s eyes rolled in her head. 

“Yes.” She admitted, letting her body go limp against his arms, falling over the desk. 

“Yes?” He groaned. “You wanted to be my slave again? My pet? My toy?”

It was something else taking over his body. 

He felt the pleasure, but this wasn’t his voice. 

It was something else. 

“Do you want to submit?” It said with his body, through his throat, but not his voice. It came from somewhere deep. 

It held Melissa down. It used his hands and played with her clit. 

It used his body, his cock, and his pleasure and made Melissa moan, groan, and gasp for air. 

Her eyes were blank, her body was convulsing. 

“Do you want to submit?” It asked again. 

Melissa shook her head. 

It was something she never did. She was the mistress, she was the top. She was the one in control. 

But not tonight. 

Now she was just his toy.

She was his. 

“Do you want to submit?” The voice boomed across both of their bodies. 

Raul’s hand left her neck, a red ring around her throat. 

“YES!” Melissa’s voice came like a shriek. “YESYESYESYESYES” She tried to hold to the desk. 

Raul’s body went down on her, holding her wrists with one hand, kissing her neck. 

He bit her right nipple, bit her neck and then her earlobe. 

And the same deep voice, with a softness that was dissonant, said, “then cum for me.”

Raul felt it. The pleasure. The release. 

The warmth. 

He came inside Melissa. 

Melissa came and squirted against him. 

He felt all of this. 

Then the entity, the voice left him. Leaving him to kiss a drained Melissa, leaving him to fill her up. 

The two of them kissed and let the orgasms ripple at the same time. 

Wave after wave, hitting them from the center to their heads. 

And slowly. 

The waves receded. 

Gasping and suddenly lacking strength, Raul collapsed on top of her, only to roll down next to her. 

The two of them were short of breath, both of their bodies still sensitive and electrified. 

He felt her skin, her chest. He felt her hard nipples. Touching small beads of sweat he noticed she was shivering, maybe with pleasure, maybe she was getting cold from the AC.

For a second or three, they laid there. 

Cum dripped from Melissa’s gaping pussy. 

Raul’s cock was still hard and twitching. Her hand played with the curls of his pubes. He looked at her and she smiled. 

He touched her face and her neck. There was a red collar that he was sure she wasn’t wearing that morning. 

Melissa reached to him, pulled him close, and kissed him. It was a soft kiss. It was a lovely kiss that quickly turned into a passionate kiss, Melissa biting his lip. Raul pulled her up. Moments later the two of them carefully rolled to the floor. 

They kept going a few times, not caring about anything else. 

They did it until they collapsed and fell asleep with exhaustion. 

And they dreamt. 

They dreamt of a lake… They dreamt of mist and they dreamt of the creature slithering in the darkness, engulfing them both.