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“Oh?” I already liked where this dream was going, and I slipped my own hand inside my pants.

Logan’s eyes squeezed closed, and his hand sped up a little more as he fully fell into the memory of the dream. “Yeah. I was kneeling in front of you, and you...” He gasped, and his face burned such a bright red I was afraid his bed sheets were about to catch fire.

“Go on,” I encouraged when he didn’t continue. “What was I doing?”

The hand that wasn’t on his cock clamped over his mouth like he wanted to silence himself, but we’d already learned that he couldn’t resist when I gave him a direct order, and moment later he was talking again.

“You were holding onto a chain that was attached to my neck.”

“Ooh, kinky.” My own cock was demanding attention now, and I started stroking it in time to Logan’s movements. “Is that the kind of stuff you like?”

“I didn’t used to.” He moaned as pre-come began to coat the head of his cock, then turned his head to look directly at me. “The devil made me do it.”

He knew how much I liked it whenever he compared me to demonic imagery. It was so different from all the things I’d been called in the past and felt like I was forging a new identity.

I bit my lip as my legs squirmed under my sheets. “So, I’ve got you chained and kneeling at my feet. Then what do I do with you?”

“You-you… I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do,” I insisted. “Tell me. What did I do with you?”

Logan didn’t usually put up any protest to my orders. For him to deny me now meant that the dream must have been particularly embarrassing.

That only made me more eager for the answer.

“You…” He hesitated one last time before giving in. “You were wearing these really tall boots, and you made me unzip them with my teeth.”

Just the memory of the dream was enough for his cock to visibly throb in his hand. I knew he liked the way my legs looked in the tall boots I’d worn before, but I hadn’t realized how much.

I still had those boots. I’d have to get them out again for another video date.

“Was that it? I just made you take off my boots.”

He was too overcome by the pleasure running through him to talk anymore. All he could do was shake his head and mumble a few incoherent words.

I was also on the verge of losing my own composure and gripped my cock a little tighter to try and calm myself down.

“Come on, Logan. Tell me. What did I do next?”

The rest of the dream all came out in one long ramble as Logan started to stroke himself even faster.

“You made me kiss all the way up each leg, from ankle to hip. I wasn’t allowed to miss a single inch of skin or else I’d have to start all over again.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud, even as my own orgasm was quickly approaching.

“You really do like my legs, huh?”

He just bit his lip and nodded.

“Then what happened?”

“I don’t know,” he shouted. This time his denial didn’t sound like embarrassment, but frustration. “I never found out what happened next. That’s when I woke up.”

“Ugh, really?” My back arched as a particularly strong wave of pleasure washed over me. “We didn’t even get to the good stuff. Well, I can fix that. Close your eyes and picture your dream.”

He did, and I could tell he was close just from the breathy little sounds he made.

“Imagine, after you finish with the second leg, I hook it around the back of your neck and pull you closer.”

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