Free Dreams of Reality by Sylvia Hubbard

her. This woman, as Craig had said did not know what she was doing and when this night was over she wouldn’t remember anything. It would have all been a dream to her and then what? He didn’t know. All he knew right now was that she was rubbing wantonly against him and if he didn’t stop her, he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. Did she realize how impious she was becoming?
    No she didn’t. The doctor had said this was her subconscious doing this and what those goons had put in her body and head. What drug had they used?
    What had they told her? He had to know.
    “Did they tell you to do this to me?” he whispered softly in her ear hoping the microphones picked this up. Spinning her around and then rolling her up in his arms, he pulled her close as they swayed close to the music.
    “They told me to come up here to this room lay on the bed and wait for you to touch me.”
    “Who told you?”
    “The voices.”
    “Do you know their names? How do they look?”
    She didn’t want to think about the horrible man with the beady, black eyes.
    The one that made her scared. She was sure to awake from this wonderful dream and what she was feeling felt so good and so right. The frustration became evident in her face.
    Reaching up to cup his face, again she tried to pull his face close to hers, but he deliberately avoided her kiss knowing if he started he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
    She closed her eyes knowing if she didn’t give him what he wanted she would not get what she wanted and that was him. Yes, she wanted Thaddeus Newman badly. Her body told her and her mind was in agreement. She had never wanted something or someone this bad and since this dream felt so real she knew she was capable of doing anything with him right now “where there were no restrictions, no consequences, no repercussions.” Exactly like the doctor had said.
    “Just the voices,” she answered him in a hoarse whisper not wanting to wake up from the sexual torment she was feeling all over her body. “They took me to some office again and this lady with Chinese eyes put all this on me, telling me I was going to have fun tonight and to relax and stay calm, then they brought me here in a black van and said they would be back for me at dawn.”
    Thaddeus decided not to push it, knowing she was in a delicate state. “Then why did you come up to me if you were told to lay on the bed and wait for me?”
    “I knew it was a dream when I saw you. I had to act upon the moment. Do you hate me for that?” she worried.
    Damn if he was aroused by the wanting to please tone in her voice. Why the hell did it remind him so much of Skye. Dammit! Thaddeus! Get that woman off your mind and concentrate on this temptress. “No, I could never hate you," he answered her.
    She smiled so damn seductively that he couldn't help himself from admitting out loud, "You are a dream to me.”
    His lips lightly brushed against her teasing her inner core that rippled with pleasure. He heard her purr at the new sensations he stirred within her and smiled to himself. He did enjoy pleasing her if she made sounds like that.
    Forcing himself to keep his mind on his objective, he whispered in her ear, “Where are your from? What is your name?”
    Too many questions. He was trying to make her think and she didn’t want to think. Rubbing her body against his, she desperately tried to distract him.
    Thaddeus knew if she continued to massage against him, it would not be long before he would succumb to her wishes. He had to be crazy to resist an opportunity like this, but the doctor’s words were repeating in his head.
    She didn’t know what she was doing. She would not remember any of this come morning and it would not help his effort in getting to her when she was herself if he ever had the opportunity to meet this woman, which he wanted to know more about as well.
    He looked around the room for the remote, which laid on the bedside table nearby so he knew if need be