Stealing Love~

Last night I awaken from a dream...

It started out so good.... I had met the man of my dreams. He was strong, handsome, intelligent and distinguished. He was neat and independently wealthy. He drove a fine car and had a beautiful home in a well to do neighborhood. He was modest in his material worth, but was slick as a cue ball. He was a saavy businessman and a wonderful lover. How he took on me I'll never know.. He always told me I was his little china doll...He held me high upon a pedestal and treated me like an Eygptian Queen. There was never a want or need with this man and even though we were scorned by several for our diffences in race, he never let that bother him and warned me to let it go. He hated to see anger, hatred and worry bring anyone down and especially me. I felt incredibly lucky...until...
One night my lover came home from an obvious draining day... He was wearing a cream colored linen suit. The contrast of his dark soft skin under the linen with his gold watch glistening, made me do a double take as he walked in and dropped his briefcase on the bar. I stood to greet him and he took my hand without a word and led me to our master bedroom that overlooked the waves of the Pacific ocean. He had made sure that we had the most luxurious king size bed and only the best Satin bedding. Still without a word he undressed me carefully placing my silk dress to the side upon my mahogany dressing chair. I stood there awaiting his next touch. I watch as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped off his trousers. He again carefully placed them at the end of the bed. Walking towards me his tight muscular body reminded me of a panther stalking his prey. His eyes never diverted from mine. He arrived next to me and placed his hands upon my breasts.... cupping them, he slowly kissed my lips softly down past my chin and along my neck, further down to my waiting chest...This love scene was one that I was accustomed to, only this evening he never said a single word, just directed me with his motions. I was always happy to serve him as he was always sweet, patient and caring when it came to his sexual prowess. I was so absorbed in his kisses that when he bent me back onto the satiny comforter I hadnt realized that he had tiny bubbles of moisture on his forehead. I looked up to him and with a question in my eyes, he just shook his head no. I closed my eyes as he continued his journey down my stomach, kissing every inch gently. Lost in his touch, yearning for so much more... I let him take me in ways that only some women dream of. He was methodic in his loving movements. Still he said nothing... no moans of pleasure escaped his full lips. As he moved in and out of me I wanted so badly to ask what if anything was wrong.... what could I do for my Master??? He moves fast and hard into me his pressure bringing him and I to a simultaneous orgasm. He slid off of me and disappeared into the bathroom. He soon returned wiping the sweat from his forehead and climbing into the bed next to me.... Wrapping his arms around me and inhaling deeply the scent of my vanilla hair...he sighed outloud.... and with a jerk I turned to him, no longer able to hold it in.. asking what was going on....His eyes now tearful as he looked at me. I was reeling inside...scared....what had happened? What on earth was he thinking? As I lay there looking at him he reaches with his hand and opens the nightstand table and pulls from it a stainless steel blade... razor sharp I remember when he brought the set home. He thought it would be a turn on to have me shave him with the blade....and many times I had stood over him in my naked bliss, sliding the blade over his skin til smooth....his chiseled face, jaw line and carefully over his round head....he even trusted me a few times in skillfully shaving his most private area. We had always ended up in a heated love making session after the shave. When he pulled the blade out I had no idea what was coming next..after all I had just shaved him the previous night, cleaned the blade after our sex session and placed it back into his drawer. The motion he made was fast and surprising when he took the blade with one smooth slice through the summer air, he pressed it directly against my neck....Thinking that master had a new plan or idea for another session, I smiled. A fantasy such as this was always unexpected but pleasurable in the end. All of the sudden the look on his face jerked me back to reality. It was that sad look again....almost a fearful look in his chocolate eyes. He whispered slowly in his deep distinct voice for me to stroke his cock... I did as he said while the blade still cold against my throat made my nipples erect with excitement. I dont know if it was the fear or what it was that had me within its grip. Being a man of color his member was quite long in length and thick in girth... I loved sucking and licking his rod as often as he'd let me...and he loved the in and out of black on white from behind. His cock filled me up like no other and he knew his limits and held himself until I was completely satisfied everytime. As I stroked his massive cock he pushed the blade more taunt against my skin, I took this to mean that he wanted me to put a firmer grip around him and stroke faster and I did just that. His head thrown back now he was actually letting out tiny moans....As the head of his dick started throbbing he sat up taking the blade away from my neck....he took my stroking hand into his and worked my fingers up and down his throbbing member helping me to get him to where he wanted to be. Just as his head started swelling as if the climax was near, he pulled away and pushed me to the side. He rose to his knees as I lie next to him and he finished off his climax spackling my firm breasts with his love juice... As he milks his dark cock he takes the blade and swiftly lifts it above me..... With a quick jerky movement he swiped the blade across my milky abdomen.....blood quickly seeping and before I knew what had happened he had sliced away at me again..this time catching my supple breasts with his slashing movements. I scream to him........whattttttt what are you doing!!!!! He never says a word, just slices away at his china doll......tears streaming down his face..... I am hurting so bad I cannot move....scared that if I do even in this pain that he will slash my throat in his massive bloody strokes. He has managed to slice across my skin about 5 times before he heard me pleading for mercy...He stopped all the sudden with a jerk and licks the blade clean..... I lay perfectly still, frozen with fear and intense pain....and surprise...bewilderment.......ultimate shock. He jumps up.....runs to the bathroom and returns with another white towel.... he sops up the bloody mess......and lays over my body weeping.....I try to sit up... near unconsciousness, weak from the loss of blood....he moved off to the side, dabbing my skin with the towel.... Sobbing he stands over me completely nude saying how sorry he is that he had hurt me and that he needs something from me. With tears I ask what Master, what else could you possibly want from me....He cries out... You whore...you took my trust and crumpled it up and threw it on the floor...I have no idea what you are talking about I say through streams of tears. He goes on to tell me that his personal assistant had asked to meet him for lunch so they could discuss the business, and proceeded to present so-called evidence against me that I had been unfaithful to him... and that he was crushed. And had he had the strength and courage he would have been enraged enough to finish me off with the lovely blade that had been an intimate object of affection between us. Crying and bleeding I say to him, Id never be unfaithful to such a master... and with that passed out from shock. I awakened alone, bruised and bandaged wondering what the hell....and where was my man??? I try to get up but the sting of the wounds throw me back to my pillow. He must of heard the commotion as he ran into the room with now a look of panic on his face. He asks if I am comfortable, if I need or would drink some water. I take a glass that he has produced from the bathroom....Slowly sipping and looking, carefully watching his every move..... he kneels next to me on the floor looking up to me.... He asks, with a serious tone...baby, did you do it? did you abuse my trust,our love?? No,no..never, I plead as I feel the tears burning down my face. He breaks into a muffled sob as he lays his face into my stomach covered with soaked and half blood stained towels. He raises to kiss me once again.... I meet him halfway and hold his face in my hands....baby baby, never will I abuse your trust. I think that someone was trying to steal our love away..... he nodded and crawled in next to me holding me close to his strong body, our hearts pounding in rhythm......into eternity....

Heart pounding and with a sweat drenched pillow I now lie awake in my lonely bed....so real this dream... unable to untangle the theories of whether Id just had a nightmare or erotic dream, I drift back to slumber...