Lucien nodded, trying to stop from panting. He just wanted to push Nate over and kiss forever. "I am okay with what that man said about me and feeling like a whore." He said, kissing his jaw. "But I am not alright about other things." He pulled back and ran his hands over Nate's chest. "I have been having a reoccurring dream. If I had the power of premonition I would think it something to come." But he didn't have that power and thank god.
"I have this dream where you are are kneeling. There is marks on your wrists, like you have been tied but aren't anymore. You have gashes on your chest, and scars." He traced an imaginary line across Nate's chest. "Your head is bent in submission, but the worst part is that I am holding a whip." He breath deep. "I can't see my face, but I know it is me. I am one that did this to you." He's your slave. You're better than him, more powerful than him.