For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Palace

The house was bigger than every house she had been in; it was like a palace. Everything was white from the wall, furniture, and floor. They were the only colours in the house. Dan was still carrying her; he walked across the living room, through the corridors, and into a massive space that looked like a bedroom. It had a huge bed in the centre, seats, tables, and cabinets, everything in white. The room was warm, and she started feeling life re-enter her body; having lost the little energy her body had harboured inside with a squirt of pleasure, she needed to recharge. Dan threw her on the warm bed; it was so soft and clean. He removed his top and unzipped his trousers. He removed his member through his fly, which dangled like a muscular anaconda. He stood there waiting for Michelle to put it in his mouth. She got into her fours and tried wrapping her lips around it. It was so big, and she could barely accommodate it. Therefore, she pleased him the best way she knew, with her tongue, lips, feet, cleavage, and hands. He reached for a lubricant from one of the cabinets and removed its seal. It was still new, never used on anyone before. He came on to her and romanced her more; she winced whenever he kissed her neck. His mouth and lips were so big he almost put half her neck inside his mouth. She loved every bit of it. He kissed her torso and back and pulled her boots off her legs to suck on her toes. She was drowning in pleasure. "Scream if you like, moan as loud as you please; nobody can hear you here," he told her. It was nothing like in the city, she could scream, and nobody would look at her and make funny giggles because they knew what she had done the night before. So, she let out loud moans, screamed, and begged for more when her body demanded. Dan pulled out a condom from his pocket and slid it over his hard member, lowering his trousers to his ankle and pulling Michelle to the edge of the bed. He poured a substantial amount of lube on her, rubbed her heavenly place with the tip of his member, and watched her body quiver. "Allow me in, curvy girl, let me show you heaven," he said, trying to push himself into her. She made way, and he gently slid in, feeling her warm inner walls, and her body shuddered with each thrust. He was too strong, his member so turgid, making Michelle want to scream with pleasure. She moaned, grabbed him from the back, and he pushed in too deep that she gasped for air. He was so big he tore her apart, and she loved the little pain. He moved with style, art, and tenderness she had never experienced. Dave was good but rough, and she loved his roughness and gentleness. He rolled her over, spread her wide, and proceeded to give her oral; she was building up her juices. She went into fours and arched her back for him; he entered her and did his magic. She asked him to lie on his back, directed his member inside her kiln, and rode him like he was an unbroken wild horse. She had been so careful yet so fierce, so wild yet so skilfully tender, as if not to break him. She loved this new style; so fulfilling, private, and satisfying. She buried her nails in his chest as she violently climaxed; he did too, perfect timing. She slid off him and laid on his warm and sweaty body. Dan was just the perfect size for her, with the perfect warmth, and had less to say. She needed not to be burdened with words, compliments, or questions. She did not want any question relating to the steamy sex they had just had, nothing like; "how did you feel?" or "did I perform to your expectation," or "I'm I better than him," or "I have never had someone sweet as you." Nothing, she needed to shower, have warm food, and have a peaceful sleep. Dan prepared her a bath and carried her to the bathroom. As Michelle took her bath, Dan warmed some food in the microwave. She was not clothed because Dan had torn her clothes. He gave her a clean pair of clothes, white T-shirts, white sweatshirts, and white sweatpants. Dan gave her fluffy far sandals, and she put her tiny feet in them; it felt like paradise. They didn't leave the room; they ate at one of the many tables in the room. Dan made coffee too, with the coffee-maker in the room. There was a lot of food in the many cabinets in the room. Dan carried her to bed after they had brushed their teeth. He covered her like a parent would tuck in his child. Her body was so relaxed, so warm, and her stomach full. She quickly fell into a deep sleep, into Dan's arms. The following day, Dan made some scrambled eggs and coffee and sliced some fruits. He brought Michelle breakfast in bed. Michelle was half awake when Dan placed the breakfast by the bedside. "Good morning, curvy girl; you don't have to take the breakfast immediately. I got to leave now; I will be back before you know it," said Dan, straightening his tie. He was in a black suit, white shirt, and shiny black shoes. Michelle's body wanted to lay down the entire day, so she lazily responded, "Okay, thank you for everything." Dan kissed her forehead and left the room. It was past midday when Michelle woke up, breakfast still on the bedside table, cold. She yawned and called Dan loudly to hear if he was still around. That was her best night. She went into the bathroom, took a shower, warmed her breakfast in the microwave, and picked up her phone to call Stacy. There was no signal on her phone. Time went so fast, and the evening was approaching. She needed to go home, and she had told Dave she would be home that day. She tried calling Dan again, but still, there was no signal. "What the hell?" She yelled. She went to the door, and to her shock, the door was locked. She could not get out or access other rooms in the house. "Oh, my goodness, I have been abducted, kidnapped, and held captive, all at once. I can't believe this!" She said, holding her head in disbelief.