Chapter 30
THIRTY
DOMHNALL
My once afraid-of-intimacy fiancé is now all but sex-starved.
After the scare on the Stairway that day last week, unless she’s off in meditation, she’s quite literally throwing herself at me all day long.
She crawls my body every moment we’re awake.
Monday, when I was on a late-afternoon business call, she climbed beneath the desk and gave me a blowjob that nearly had my eyes crossing while I was trying to sort out the details of a contract with Beijing.
I ended the call early and pounded her there on the floor for her naughtiness.
Don’t get me wrong. I can’t imagine a better way to spend a pre-honeymoon.
Except for the feeling I can’t shake that something’s going on with her. Something she’s not opening up about.
I thought we were done with secrets, so I’ve been giving her time to open up to me about it. But when I ask what’s wrong, she just blinks her eyes like she has no idea what I’m talking about and quickly squeaks out, “Nothing!”
Then, before I know it, she’s distracting me with sex again.
Like now, for instance.
I literally cannot remember what the hell we were just talking about when she sets down her napkin after our in-room dinner and stares me in the eye.
“What do you think about fucking me while I’m asleep?”
I choke on the sip of wine I’ve just taken, coughing. She can’t mean what I think she means.
I wipe my mouth with my own cloth napkin. “What do you mean?”
“Somnophilia,” she says. Fuck. That was what I thought she meant. “I want to try it. I want you to take me while I’m unconscious.”
I swallow, cough again, then take another quick swig of wine. “What’s the point of that? If you’re really asleep, you wouldn’t even know it was happening.”
She tilts her head down, and I swear, fucking flutters her lashes at me, then, to really dig the dagger in, she bites her bottom lip.
“But it’s sexy and…” She reaches for her own wine glass, cheeks suddenly getting pink as her eyes dart away.
“I—I used to think it was really sexy when I’d wake up sore and know—”
Her eyes quickly come back to mine before dancing away again.
Know that I’d had sex with Mads while she hadn’t been present.
I swallow.
I know she’s been missing Mads’s presence. Would this make her… feel closer? I know integrating has felt strange for her.
“Have you ever fantasized about it?” she asks, eyeing me over her glass.
I frown, brows furrowing as I think. “I don’t think so.”
She leans forward and traces her fingers over my knuckles. “Well, picture it. Me lying there. I’m giving you my consent now. I’m there, but you’re also alone. And you can do absolutely anything you want to my warm, wet body.”
My cock starts to harden underneath the table. “I can already do anything I want.”
She smiles darkly and slides her hand away from mine, back to settle in her chair, eyebrow arched. “Can you? What if I only give you consent to fuck me when I’m asleep?”
“Why?” I ask, genuinely baffled.
“Because it’s kinky.” But then she looks down, looking embarrassed again, my familiar Anna.
“Only if you want to, of course. It’s just…
sometimes I want to crawl down your body and start sucking your cock while you’re sleeping.
A-and then… I fantasize about you doing the same thing to me. I—I want you to.”
Well now my cock’s all the way hard.
“You want me to wake you up by eating you out?” I say breathlessly.
“Not wake me up. Eat me out while I’m sleeping and—” She bites her bottom lip. “And penetrate me. You know how deep I sleep.”
I frown. “But what about your bad dreams?”
She walks around the table and frames my face with her soft hands.
“I’d never have bad dreams while you’re inside me.
Please. It’s something I’d like to try sometime.
But only if you— I never want to ask something you’re uncomfortable with.
” She starts to drop her hands and step back, but I snatch her hand.
“I want everything you want.”
She smiles at me like I’m the sunrise over the desert mountains. “Then please, baby. I’ll take some melatonin tonight so I’ll sleep extra deep. But really.” She puts her hand on my leg. “No pressure.”
Then she yawns. “All right. I’m going to go get ready for bed. These late dinners put me right out.”
She walks towards the bathroom, hips swaying her sweet ass back and forth.
Fuck, she’s right. The thought of what she’s suggesting is kinky. And deviant. And it makes me hard as a rock. It’s nothing I ever thought to fantasize about before.
Now I can’t stop.
I love everything deviant and wrong.
Still, I don’t fuck her that night. Or the next.
I am a sadist, after all.
I don’t let her seduce me during the day, either. I like how she’s crawling out of her skin with wanting. I always did love edging the hell out of her.
A little reminder that I’m the one in control.
The first night, she came to bed naked, and last night she wore a sexy little negligée.
Tonight, by the time I shower and get to bed, she’s already snoring, in just an old T-shirt that’s so well worn, it’s got a hole at the shoulder.
I smile down at her.
That’s my cozy little kitty.
She doesn’t stir when I sit down on my side of the bed. I didn’t bother putting my boxers on after I toweled off, and my stiff cock hangs hard and long down my thigh as I get on my knees and draw the sheet off.
She continues her soft snoring, lying on her back with her arms thrown up by her head. Her shirt is rucked up a little by her belly, exposing her sweet little silk undies.
My nose twitches as I gently reach toward her hips, slip my fingers underneath the silky cloth, and draw them down her thighs, exposing the cleft of her sweet pussy in the light from the full moon coming in the windows.
Fuck.
I can smell her scent the moment I remove her underwear.
Was she touching herself before she fell asleep?
I’ve been neglecting her these past two days, and it’s turning out she has quite a high sex drive now that she’s integrated. Was she thinking about me in the shower?
I reach down and fist my shaft.
She’s like the most gorgeous doll, laid out and asleep like this.
I lick my middle finger, then slide it up her pussy lips up to her clit. Fuck. Just like I thought, she’s already moist.
She shudders at the touch, but doesn’t wake. She must have taken melatonin tonight, too.
It hardens me all the way—the thought of fucking her while she’s asleep.
How far could I take it? Could I come inside her without ever waking her up? I’d have to be more gentle than ever.
Suddenly the idea has me hard as a fucking rock.
I can’t resist a deviant challenge.
Because first, I have to get her wet enough.
I ease one of her legs open to the side, carefully, sooooo carefully.
She snorts a little and shifts, but then settles again.
I dip my head down and breath over the cleft of her pussy. So fucking beautiful. I inhale deep, overwhelmed by the scent that I know will only get stronger.
I’m tentative as I stick out just the tip of my tongue and start to explore her clit. There’s a little tremor in her legs, but that’s the only response as wetness springs like a fountain as I lick up her pussy and settle my mouth at her slit.
I start off by just sipping her like the finest wine.
My cock digs painfully into the mattress. Her clit swells in my mouth and I nuzzle her with my nose, taking my time.
It does feel different with her asleep. There’s no rush beyond my stiff cock, and I always liked a little pain.
I’m more sure than ever that she’s been keeping secrets from me, so in some fucked up way, this only feels right—to fuck her while she’s asleep.
At least right now, she’s not lying to me.
My teeth bite lightly at her clit at the thought.
She shudders and I shove my tongue deep into her pussy to feel her clench on it as she orgasms.
I’m sure that when I look up her body, she’ll be blinking down at me, but incredibly, other than a quick head toss, her light snores resume.
Holy shit. She slept through her own orgasm.
My hand immediately drops down to squeeze the head of my excited cock. Whoa boy. We’re only getting started.
I crawl until I’m hovering over my lovely, lovely little sleeping fiancée.
Using the tip of my cock, I nudge at her clit. I know the skin of my cock is softer than my thumb. I reach down to grab my shaft to run it up and down her slit.
Her wetness coats me.
Yes, there were times I’ve wanted this. I’ll admit it to myself now.
When she was a captive in my dungeon. When she ran away from me to Chicago and I kept her under surveillance.
There have been times I wanted to reclaim her sleeping body and remind her who she belonged to. Fucking is easier than talking and I’ve always been convinced if I could remind her body who it belongs to, her mind would follow. The chemistry between us has never been a problem.
Will her body respond to me even when she’s asleep?
She’s so beautiful right now in the light of the moon, and I toss her T-shirt up so I can see her perky tits.
I like that she’s abandoned herself to me completely now, awake and sleeping. Every self. Every hole. Nothing of her is off limits to me.
Except that’s not true, is it?
She’s hiding something.
Furious at the barriers she’s still putting up between us, I dip just the head of my cock into her wet, suctioning pussy, all the while watching her sleeping face.
She moans in her sleep, and I have to force myself not to thrust forward as deep as I can.
I shudder out a long breath.
She’s wet but still incredibly tight, and I watch her sleeping face as I dip slowly into her pussy, then pull out. Then thrust ever so slowly in further.
The pace is excruciatingly slow.
But it’s still exhilarating. She can’t say no.
Suddenly, I wonder. Would she be willing to take a deeper sleep sedative?
Because I want to turn her over and spank her ass while she sleeps. Push her around like a doll and put my cock into her unconscious mouth.