Drabble: Dreams (Sir Thomas More / Henry VIII; NC-17)
I gave in.
Thanks to dalehead for a brief language beta.
The lash came down on his back again and again. One blow after the other, each one drawing a cry from Thomas' dry lips. He knew he wouldn't stop until he banished these images out of his mind. Images from last night's dream of Har... the king. Nude. A hand wrapped around his engorged member.
Just thinking about the dream made the images reappear. As vivid, fresh and as taunting as they were last night. He brought the lash harder down on his back. Faster. Punishing. Cleansing.
Only when he was drawing blood did he stop. The images still lingering.
Thanks to dalehead for a brief language beta.
The lash came down on his back again and again. One blow after the other, each one drawing a cry from Thomas' dry lips. He knew he wouldn't stop until he banished these images out of his mind. Images from last night's dream of Har... the king. Nude. A hand wrapped around his engorged member.
Just thinking about the dream made the images reappear. As vivid, fresh and as taunting as they were last night. He brought the lash harder down on his back. Faster. Punishing. Cleansing.
Only when he was drawing blood did he stop. The images still lingering.