16 Some Dream

Miguel couldn't stop thinking about her. She was taking up his thoughts and he couldn't seem to get her out of his mind.

He sat on the breakfast kitchen staring at the glass of cognac in his hand. She was going to be the death him.

Miguel brought the glass to his lips taking a sip of the cognac. His mind drifted back to what had happened in the bathroom earlier. The way her body was pressed against his. How unashamed she was, trying to seduce him.

"Fuck!"

He needs to get a grip on himself. He glanced at the wall clock in the kitchen, it was already past midnight.

In a few hours if her father meets with their demand she will be back in her father's mansion and he will no longer have to see her. Just a few more hours and he will no longer have to deal with her.

Miguel downed the remaining of his drink and stood up to go to the bedroom he now uses since he gave his bedroom to Gemma.

As he passed by her bedroom, he heard a sharp cry come from inside. Without thinking, Miguel burst into the bedroom.

Gemma was on the bed tossing and turning with her eyes closed as she screamed out to whoever was in her dream to leave her alone. She was having a nightmare.

Miguel walked over the bed, he climbed on it and knelt beside her. Gently shaking her he said, "Gemma, wake up."

Gemma's eyes flew open and she immediately sat up shifting backwards putting some space between her and Miguel.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice filled with fear lacking of the fight that she always had for him.

"It's funny that you would ask me that. This is my house. I heard you screaming, you were having a nightmare?"

Gemma pulled the blanket to her chest, breathing hard, so much fear in her eyes.

What exactly was she dreaming about? Miguel wondered.

"I will leave you to go back to sleep." Miguel got of the bed and when he got to the door, Gemma said, "please wait."

Miguel turned to face her. "Yes?"

"Can….. you…." Gemma shut her mouth as if she was rethinking whatever she wanted to say.

Miguel kept quiet waiting for her to speak. Gemma opened her mouth to speak but couldn't seem to get out any word.

"Do you think you can stay with me?" She finally asked her voice a soft whisper.

Miguel could tell that it had taken a lot for her to have gotten those words out.

"Do you know what you are asking for?" Miguel asked, his brows furrowed at her.

"Just until I fall asleep….. uhm…." she closed her eyes. "You know what, I'm sorry. Forget I asked, please turn off the light on your way out."

Miguel's lips broke into a smile. Without saying a word he turned off the light and came back to the bed and kicked off his shoes and joined her in bed.

"You really don't have to," Gemma said in a soft voice.

"Go to bed," Miguel said as he helped to cover her body properly with the blanket.

He smiled when she scooted over to the other end of the bed making sure to put a large space between them.

**

He was here. Gemma could feel his shadow hovering over body. And when she opened her eyes Miguel was smiling at her. That his lopsided grin that did something to his inside dancing on his lips.

She watched with amusement as Miguel moved to the end of the bed and grabbed her ankle and kissed the inside of her foot before placing her right leg on his shoulder.

"You seem so stressed, would you like me to help ease away your stress?" Miguel asked gently massaging her ankle.

Gemma couldn't quite make out his face in the dark room but she could tell he was smiling.

"Yes please….." Gemma heard herself when what she wanted to do was kick him out. She hated herself for her inability to push him away.

She could hear him chuckle as he started kissing her leg moving his way to her thigh.

"Let me ease off your stress."

Miguel placed her leg back on the bed and he slowly hitched his shirt that she was putting on, up her waist so she was bare before him.

She wasn't putting on any pantie because she had washed the only one she had.

Miguel brought his face to her middle and inhaled. His breath tickled her down there and Gemma threw her head back on the bed.

Miguel brought his fingers to her pussy. Gemma let out a shaky sigh, she hated herself even more for the way she reacted to his touch. She is supposed to hate this man, he is her captor. She does hate him but not his touch.

His touch feels so good Gemma let out a soft moan when he slipped a finger into her soaked pussy. His touch made her aching and wanting more.

Gemma let out a cry when Miguel's fingers curled inside her hitting a sweet spot. He gently massaged her sensitive bud eliciting more cries from her.

"Miguel…..oh Miguel….." Gemma cried out.

Gemma's breathing was hard as she moved her hips forward wanting to get more of his touch.

Miguel understood what she wanted and he fingered her faster and deeper.

Gemma shut her eyes as a wave of climax washed over. Her legs and her whole body shaking.

It took her a while to recover, and when she finally opened her eyes. Miguel was sitting on the bed, his back resting against the headboard.

"That must have been some dream huh?" Miguel said with a smirk.

So she had been dreaming? Gemma looked around and saw it was already morning.

"So tell me, was I good in the dream?"