Secrets in the Shadows - Part 2: An Erotic Tale of BDSM Games

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next step into your deepest desires. So let's begin, shall we. On this episode of Wild in Bed the Strangers to Lovers erotic fantasy hint of supernatural magic, Dylan is lost and confused. He has no memory of his life before a few weeks ago. Everywhere he looks there are only gray, passionless people. His world is now dead, empty, until a mysterious woman captures his attention, a woman that brings him back to life. But who is she and can she help him discover what really happened to him to make

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the story moving through your body. He knew it from the minute he stood next to her on the isle of the plane. Suddenly there was an overwhelming sense of life, a bright light in his otherwise dark world, this darkness that had felt his life for the past few weeks, the world moved in such a vague haze of confusion, gray clouds that seemed to pass for people's existence. Mundane lives, had no light, no desire, no passion. Then somewhere in

the mists that surrounded him, she appeared. It wasn't his choice to sit in her seat, he was compelled to, and when he had, when he felt the warmth of her presence so close to him, the gray miss started to disperse for the first time. Dylan didn't want any of this, but had his life ever been different? He vaguely remembered parents and brothers too. He thought, no, he didn't think he was sure, But was that a hundred years ago, two months ago? Time just seemed to slip

through his fingers like sand. Every time he tried to focus on when this all started, or even worse life beforehand, he just became more confused and got the most god awful headache. In a bid to preserve his sanity at least, Dylan had quickly learned to accept that the gray world that surrounded him was now his norm. It may or may not have been his life before, but it certainly was his life now. That was until he saw her. Did she hold then, sir? Did he really want to

find out the truth of his torturous existence? What sin he had committed? That was this bad? For the first time since he could remember, which was admittedly only a month ago, there was color in his existence. He had to find out more. This woman must hold the key. There was an opportunity to get closer to her, to

talk to her in a cab. He tried to time it so they both jumped in at the same time, and he was going to suggest sharing the cab, but the driver being over enthusiastic and the woman scared by lightning, so he took the cab ride alone, asking the cab driver to pull over. After just a few minutes, Dylan had decided to run back to the airport and catch her before she got another cab disappeared from his life forever. A sudden wave of color swamped his senses as a

cab passed them. She was in there. Every instinct in his body told him she was follow that cab, he said hurriedly. The driver shook his head and eyed him suspiciously in the rear view mirror before setting off. The rainbow sent of her presence occupied the steps leading up to the hotel. They pulled up outside of and intoxicating

warmth that dragged Dylan from the cab. Once inside the hotel foyer, he was suddenly hit by a wave of senses, each one coming from different directions, Pummeling every sensibility he had. Dylan could do nothing but take a seat at the bar and order a large whiskey to calm his nerves. Hypnotized by the water fall of color that surrounded him, Dylan could only immerse himself in that rainbow that veiled

the hotel. Hours passed, endless, gray people passed by, all insignificant, But still, somewhere in the distance, beyond the rainbow, there was something else that consumed his thoughts. There was another color, another sense, something more powerful, something that demanded he pursue it. He was surprised to see the strange woman return to the bar. He stared at her for the longest moment, studying her, expecting her to be the source of his attraction.

To his amazement, she wasn't. The woman stood toward him, but was momentarily distracted by a hotel shirt. Dylan took the opportunity and left the bar in pursuit of the sense that attracted him so intensely. Stalking the corridors of the hotel, knowing its destination by the growing intensity of the color trail, he followed like a wolf stalking its quarry, Traveling deep into the depths of the building, He eventually found himself in front of a door, caressing his fingers

over the wood. The door looked just like all the other doors he had passed, but it felt different, almost like the wood breathed with life. A heat tingled in his fingertips, echoing through his body. He gasped at the sensation. His whole body resonated with the energy moving through him. Reaching down for the handle, he was surprised when it moved in his hand, despite him having no key fob. Fingers of light cascaded from the hallway into the darkened room.

Despite being near pitch black inside, Dylan could sense a rainbow of color dragging him forward into the room. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, the door, swinging sharp behind him, the hallway light disappearing. He took a moment before his vision adjusted to the darkness. Somewhere in the shadows of form became clearer. A person that radiated this color he longed for so much he could not deny it.

This need permeated every cell in his body, a strange, previously unknown need for life that burned through his body like a wildfire. Trying to maintain sevility. This was another human being, after not some animal to slay and devour. Dylan managed to ask, what's your name? The woman, as the person most definitely was, judging from the silhouette of her body, seemed unsurprised by his presence or by his demeanor. I am Mercy, Lord, she replied, her voice silk and soft,

even in the darkness of the room. The colors of vibrated and her body captured as attention. He stepped forward nervously. Whatever this desire was, it was stronger than he was, he realized, reaching out her hand, his fingertipped near her body, a crackle of electricity moved between them. Mercy moaned gently at the sensation, as if Dylan had caressed her in the most intimate way possible. Uncertain, Dylan pulled his hand back.

What the fuck, he whispered to himself. But something else occupied his mind, a lust, primeval and dark to feed upon this woman. Until every carnal desire was spent, something that pressed him forward. Do I not please you, Lord, Mercy asked. Shocked by her question, Dylan's focus returned to himself briefly. His body was already responding with such a painfully strong desire. His erection pressed at his pants, eager to be released, desperate to have his fill of this woman.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, what remained of his sensibility insisted he ask her what was going on? What had happened to him? What was this madness he had sunk into? Why did she call him lord? An insistent voice that fell silent, quashed by the sheer force of his lust. For a moment, the sense that filled the room dimmed, as if she had breathed it back in. Oh, you most certainly do, Dylan replied, and with those words

the room was full of the dark color again. Not just the fragrance of her desire, and that was already all too obvious, but the sense of her heart beating a little faster, the tension in her thighs as she squeezed them together. He had been with women before, he must have, but right now he could not remember a single one, and he was damn sure it wasn't anything like this. As he reached to touch her again, he realized her back was turned toward him, something that had

been hidden by the shadows. Still weary, he traced a finger down her naked spine, her back, eyes so eloquently in response, her moans, fueling his desire. Her scent occupied his body, not just of her lust that was almost equivalent to his, but the scent of her femininity, her being, her soul, he thought briefly. Suddenly he felt like a predator stalking his praise in the shadows of the night. The cold truth filled his mind. Tonight, you will feast on her. His lips found the curve of her neck,

caressing it. The sense of her heart beat pulsed along his tongue as he traced a warm, wet, sir cause over her shoulders. Herrass pressed back against him, pushing his erection as she gyrated her hips, slowly forcing him harder, something he wouldn't have even thought possible until now. His battle with the rising beast inside him was one he

was quickly losing. Something made him want to submit to these desires, to take this woman to feast on her delights to ignore all the concerns of how far he might go or whatever state she might be Enafter, Increasingly, the intoxicating effect of his lust superseded any sane rationale. Biting on her neck, the beads of perspiration that decorated her naked skin had a salty hint to them, a taste of how delicious her pussy must taste, he thought

to himself. Sliding his hands over her shoulders, he brushed her recnipples. The woman bent her head back in a beautifully erotic response, the caress of her hair against his ear, sending a fresh wave of desire cascading through every cell in his body. The warmth of her body against his melted away the last remnants of his reluctance. Dylan finally submitted to whatever this beast was that occupied his soul.

A growl drew from his lips as his hand moved slowly over the curves of her stomach, the gentle clutching of her cor clearly evident under his fingertips. Damn, he could feel the trembling desire already moving through her body as she pressed harder against his erection. The fragrance of her feminine lust intoxicated his mind, pushing him further. Mercy reached behind her, her hands squeezing between their bodies, Pressing along the tented material of his pants. She squeezed his hardcock,

rubbing the pad of her thumb over his tip. Who was this woman? What did she want? As if she read his mind, she whispered, I want to submit to you. I want you to feed on me until you are seated, the heat of her breath tormenting his senses. With his free hand, Dylan released the buckle of his pants, hurriedly

unzipping them to release his erection. Mercy turned in his arms, her hands, pushing his jacket off over his shoulders, letting it fall into a crumpled pile on the ground, Pouring gently into his neck, the vibration of her lips tormenting his lust. She pushed her fingers along his shirt, releasing the button, slowly running her fingernails through the mass of his chest hair, before her fingernails discovered his nipples, pinching

them while she kissed warmly along his neck. His pants and shirt both fell to the ground, leaving him as naked as Mercy. He tried to make out the color of her eyes as she looked up at him, but all he could see was the rainbow of color veiling her body. Slowly, she kissed over his chest, her lips, her tongue, exploring him, his body pulsing with desire. Dylan ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her tighter against him.

Mercy pulled his ring nipple between her teeth as her hand slid over his stomach, finding his erection, her fingertips dancing along his length, teasing every inch of him as she traced the tip of her finger nails along his throbbing erection, Kissing down his stomach, Mercy fell to her knees, biting gently on the soft flash of his thighs, her hair brushing his cock, sending bolts of electricity through his body,

his mind a mist of lust. She had said she wanted to submit to him, but he didn't really feel like the one in control at the moment. The heat of her breath brushed along his erection, her moist lips kissing him gently, sucking him, the edge of her teeth dragging up and down his shaft. Fuck, he moaned, circling his cock with her tongue, though torment of her mouth forced his knees to buckle slightly as she slid her lips over him. Desperately, Dylan thrust his hips forward, feeling

her take his length into her throat. Responding, she slid her lips along his hardcock, her tongue teasing wildly at him. But for some God's saken reason, this wasn't enough. Pulling her up, he pressed her back against the wall, his mind filled with one image, one desire. Kneeling down, Dylan bittle on the soft flesh of her in her thighs, the scent of her desire so close it fueled his need. Hearing her moans as his lips explored her folds, sucking them,

biting them, dilanate hungrily at her wet pussy. Suddenly, his body, his mind filled with the sensation of color he had experienced earlier. His body pulsed with life once again, and desperate for more. His tongue whipped at her clit, punishing it for seducing him with his need. Mercy moaned loudly, crying out her pleasure as her swollen pussy throbbed around his lips, his tongue pressing between her folds, her juices, covering his face, sucking her clit with voracious need. Dylan

wanted deeper, He wanted more. Whatever this was, he needed more of it. Sliding his hands underneath her thighs, he lifted her up wall with the strength he didn't realize he had, pushing her legs over his shoulders. Mercy wrapped her thighs around his head, pulling him tightly against her. Wave after wave of orcasm cascaded through a body as Dylan drank every drop of her pleasure like a beast possessed. His body glowed with the energy her pussy gave him.

Flipping her on toll force, he stalked behind her, growling with a low resonant tone. He felt his satisfaction already complete. But this was different. This was a carnal need to mark her, to make her his. Running his hands over her back, he pressed his erect cock against her still trembling pussy, before pushing deep inside. Repeatedly, he thrust with wild abandon, every movement harder faster than the last, the tip of his cog kissing every inch viciously of her

throbbing pussy. In beautiful response, her pussy clutched at him, heavily massaging his girth as he fucked her deep in heart. His orgasm came without warning, a mass of energy that exploded inside Mercy, filling her with his seed. Closing his eyes as he listened to his panting groanes of pleasure, there was suddenly a memory a woman laying upon a stone. The light of the moon caressed her naked body. Her head dropped back over the edge, her lips rouged and welcoming.

As he looked over her body, another man stood between her legs, tattoos adorned his body, muscles flexed as he pushed her legs apart roughly. In the shadows that surrounded them, Dylan could make out several of the naked men, all firmly toned, all obviously aroused. Dilan shook his head. Was it a memory of fantasy? Pulling back from Mercy, Dylan leaned against the wall. The gray mist had all but gone, and he felt more alive than ever. Damn it, he

could fill his veins pulsing with energy. Despite the darkness in the room, Dylan could make out Mercy watching him with a look of concern. The room was fertily pitch black, but he could still see her. How you are satisfied, Lord, she asked, What is this? What is happening to me? Dylan growled, confused. Close your eyes again, my lord, you'll remember what this is, Mercy suggested, as she crawled across the floor, her hand moving over his chest, her head

pressing gently against him. Dylan was confused. There was no two ways about it. Fucking this woman wasn't his satisfaction. To his surprise, he'd got little pleasure from it. Tasting her pussy was all consuming. It had fulfilled him in such a way he just couldn't describe. It had breathed life back into his body. He couldn't say why he actually trusted Mercy. He just did. She seemed so innocent, so submissive. Here's something in the back of his mind

told him this might not be the case. Closing his eyes didn't let his mind drift back to when it all started. So part two of our little Cereal. I hope you're enjoying it. So where did it begin? For Dylan? What was this all about? Getting more and more mysterious? I hope you're enjoying it anyway. So next week, the next installment, I look forward to joining me next week when we can get wild in bed all over again.

But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is devil in wild, wishing you solacious dreams.