Free Dream Bound by Kate Douglas Page B

starring both her and Kiera—she figured it was time to set some boundaries for the dude.
    Lizzie and Kiera had talked a bit during one of their stops along the way—if they didn’t put the brakes on Finn now, he could be an absolute pain in the butt once they reached the site. Cute only carried creepy behavior just so far.
    Lizzie opened her thoughts fully to Kiera. Next she relaxed and let her eyelids drop so she’d look as if she were asleep.
    Then she sent her thoughts to Finn.
    Setting her imagination free, she broadcast a vivid image of Finn standing in a forest glen, naked, arms bound and stretched over his head, feet spread wide, his ankles shackled to stakes buried in the dirt. At first she pictured a blindfold covering his eyes, but after she thought about it a moment, Lizzie decided she wanted him to see what she was doing.
    She projected an image of herself, standing in front of him.
    Then she slowly removed his blindfold and posed for him.
    Clothed at first, wearing the same things she had on now. Slowly, methodically, she disrobed. It took only a few moments until she was naked, except this was, after all, fantasy, so she made her breasts a little larger, her nipples darker. She added a few glistening drops of moisture around her fully shorn pubes and made certain he could see her swollen labia and the pink shimmer of her distended clit.
    And damn, but this was fun, especially when she noticed a hitch in Finn’s no-longer-steady breathing beside her. Was he aware this was not entirely his own fantasy?
    She knew immediately when Kiera joined in—her visual slipped easily into the fantasy, all tall, lean, and dark next to Lizzie’s short, fair self. She flashed a smile at Lizzie and received one in return as the two women smoothly meshed their fantasies to create a single projection. Finn’s fantasy eyes opened and he watched them both, and Lizzie knew that, for now anyway, he still wasn’t sure if this was his fantasy or theirs.
    Kiera imagined walking closer to Finn and running her hands along his sides. Then she knelt in front of him and cupped his balls in her palms.
    The real man in the seat beside her groaned softly.
    Grinning, Lizzie imagined herself behind him. She pressed her flat belly against his taut butt cheeks, ran her hands down his lean hips. He jerked—both against his bonds and beside her in the backseat—but it was Lizzie and Kiera’s fantasy, and he was bound tight and couldn’t move far.
    Would that restrain Finn’s imaginings? Or was he strong enough to break free of their fantasy and make it his own? Did he even realize he was no longer in control? Lizzie pressed closer.
    Here, in the backseat of the SUV, she felt his body tense and jerk against her side. When Kiera fantasized wrapping her lips around his engorged cock, the real Finn moaned again.
    Just like the one in the fantasy.
    Lizzie wanted to cheer. Instead, she snuggled closer into the curve of her seat and let her body totally relax. If Finn pulled out of their fantasy, she didn’t want any doubt that she was sleeping.
    She poured on the images and shared the sense of her fingers stroking between his taut buttocks, trailing all the way down the crease to the sensitive perineum, then on to where his sack was pulled up tight between his legs. The fantasy was so real, she felt his slightly sweat-damp skin along that warm valley, smelled the musky man smell of him. When she knelt behind him, there was warm dirt beneath her knees. Her fingers stroked firm flesh as she parted his cheeks, bared his puckered, dark-rose-colored anus, and ran her tongue across the sensitive ring.
    Finn whimpered, both in her fantasy and in real life.
    This was so cool, doing things in her mind that sort of grossed her out in real life. Empowered, she used her tongue on him, licking and jabbing against him, moistening the entire area around his anus with her saliva. From the rhythmic pull to his body and the images Kiera shared with her, she knew