"Come on, I know that pussy needs to release some more juices."

"Ohh, fuck me…fuck me hard, Spencer…." She whimpers, but by this point, I’m not sure if she is fully aware of what she is saying. She seems to be too far gone to comprehend anything. All she is focused on now is having another orgasm and fast. I love that.

"Do you like when I fuck you with this, Ashley?"

I have so much power and I love it. I am in charge of making her climax. If I want her to stop, all I have to do is pull out. If I want to see her have an orgasm, I just have to keep fucking her. She is wrapped around my little finger.

When she is about to let go, I feel her nails on my back, almost hurting me. She squeezes and I groan a little. "Fuck…Spencerrrr…yesss!" She continues to shout things like that as she comes for me. I keep telling her what a good job she’s doing. I encourage her to let herself go. And before you know it, she explodes one more time.

I let the strap on remain inside of her while she comes down from that high. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is really heavy for the second time tonight. I let a few minutes pass and when her eyes open, I pull out of her. She leans up, resting her body on her shoulders. I raise my eyebrow. "Well?"

"What?"

"This isnt going to clean itself," I explain, pointing to the toy. I spread my legs slightly and demand that she crawls over here. "You got my toy all wet with your pussy juices," I snicker, "So lick," I quickly force the strap on inside her mouth and I hear a little groan again. "All of it," she needs to be reminded.

I hold her head in place with my hands as I watch her clean it off.

"Good…you’re listening so well now, Ash…see, all you needed was a good fucking."

"Spencer, what’s gotten into you?"

"Not you….but that will change soon," I smile as I remove the toy, toss it to the side, and push her head in between my legs. "You got something else to lick."

"Spencer…Spencer?"

My head hurts as I am slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. My eyes are open, but its blurry. The only thing that I can hear is Ashley’s voice. She keeps repeating my name, over and over. She is shaking my body too, I guess she is trying to wake me up or something. "Wake up."

"What?" I moan, pushing her away.

"You have to get up. You know how your mom is…if we are late, she’s going to be upset…and, she’s going to blame me. So get up, already."

I quickly raise my body up and gaze around. I see no clothes on the floor…or nothing. Ashley isnt naked, she’s in her regular PJ’s. I begin to realize that my little fantasy…may not have actually came through last night.

"Rough night, huh?" I ask, because you know how it is when you wake up…you can’t remember if something was from a dream or if it really happened.

"What do you mean?" I watch as she tilts her head in confusion.

"With us."

"Huh?"

Oh, god. It was just a dream. If it were real, she would have surely remembered it. Instead, she’s just standing there, looking at me like I have two heads. Damn. "What are you talking about…last night…we watched some tv, then we fell asleep."

I suddenly feel that oh-so-familiar feeling in between my legs. I reach down under the covers, so that my wife cannot see me, and touch. I’m as wet as anything. It’s like a river….it’s like I exploded. I groan and she studies my face a little.

Fuck. It was just a dream.

But, dreams indicate things, right? Maybe it was trying to tell me that I shouldnt keep feelings like that locked up inside and such.

"Are you okay?" I hear Ashley ask.

So, maybe, I should tell Ashley about my little domination fantasy….