Little Book of Fantasies Read Free

shut her mouth. Guessing was not easy for her. “You keep saying I wanted this. I don’t remember ever telling you that.”
    “You’re right. You didn’t. Hence the reason for my disappointment.” He pulled a coffee can from the bag and walked over to her.
    Her eyes widened. She tried to move backwards. “I am not peeing in that can.”
    He cocked his head to one side. “That’s up to you. You can pee on yourself, but I’m not going to clean up the floor.”
    “Ewww.”
    “Now, spread ’em.”
    She spread her legs just far enough so that he could press the can between her thighs, under her pussy. “Can I have a little privacy?”
    “You don’t want privacy. So, no.”
    She turned her head and scratched her chin against her shoulder, closed her eyes, and hid her face. Whether she wanted to or not, urinating without assistance or permission was not an option, so she proceeded to drain her full bladder. To her amazement, her nipples pricked beneath his scrutiny. She finished, and he removed the can, never saying a word.
    She snapped her eyes shut when she saw him come back to her and kneel at her feet. He used a wet wipe between her legs to clean her up. He kissed the top of her shaved mound. “You will have to excuse me if I make any mistakes in this fantasy. It might not be very dominant to kneel at my girlfriend’s feet; however, I find the sight of you like this to be very beautiful.”
    She wanted to know what he meant by that, so she opened her eyes. He still knelt at her feet. His dark head bent back to show the love and affection in his dark brown eyes. There wasn’t the smart-ass smile from before. Instead, it was a smile of adoration. It made her nervous, her heart fluttered strangely in her chest. In three months, the two of them had never said I love you. The two of them here together, the way he looked up at her, made her think of how sweet he was every other day of the week. She needed to tell him how she felt.

----

Chapter Three
    The moment ended swiftly, and he stood once again. “Would you like to guess, or would you like me to just embarrass you, here and now.”
    Did he just want to humiliate her? “I just don’t know. I wish I did, none of this makes sense. I’ve never said this is what I wanted, or needed, at any time that we’ve been together.”
    He looked disappointed again. “It’s ok if you don’t want to play. I’ll tell you why you’re here.”
    With her eyes, she followed his confident steps back to the bed, where he held up a plain, leather-bound book. He opened it and read aloud. “I’ve had this fantasy for a long time that I don’t dare tell anyone. Either from fear they will run, or fear they might try it. I’ve always had this strange fantasy of being kidnapped. Really kidnapped. Preferably by someone I don’t know very well, but someone who had the right amount of control to keep pushing until I could enjoy it. I want to be cuffed from a ceiling in real iron handcuffs so that way I can feel the bite of the sharp edge into my wrists. There needs to be a bed in the room, so my captor can lay me down and make love to me, after teasing me with all sorts of sensual devices.
    “This all started because of a dream I had many years ago. This dream was of me being kidnapped and taken to an old, run down train station. It wouldn’t matter if I screamed or tried to run away; no one would hear me, and no one could help. I was at the kidnapper’s mercy for days on end. It seemed like weeks when it was probably only one. He used me and brought me pleasure, day in and day out. He fed me, washed me, and, to my chagrin, made me pee in a can. I could keep nothing from him. I was his captive. As his captive, secrets were not allowed.
    “The dream was fascinating. It stayed with me for many years. I’ve dated many men, but none that I felt could hold a candle to this sort of fantasy. Steven, on the other hand, seems like the perfect guy to see this through. He is more