He releases the tension and uses his closed fist to push my head forward. Then, a tightness against my scalp indicates he has begun the weaving. The silence from him has that heat in my face rolling down the rest of my body.
I can feel that he is getting further down, and I lean forward, dropping my chin to my chest.
“Good girl,” he croons, and I shake ever so slightly. There is a soft tingle that those words give me but it’s the pulling of my hair that’s truly giving me chills.
The sound of my elastic hair tie snapping comes with one of his hands coming around my neck. His other hand grips onto the thick braid and tugs my head back. “It’s not perfect, but I’ll get it down. I want to hold onto it when I fuck you from behind.”
My lips part as I let out a soft whimper.
He groans and draws his hand up to grip onto my jaw. “Open.”
I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He brings his fingers up, spreading them like I do my legs for him, and shoves the middle and index on either side of it. His grip on my hair tightens, and I moan.
“You like that, already starting to drool.” He slides his digits along my tongue, and I close my lips around them, sucking as though it’s his cock. I flick against them as he takes his thumb and caresses it across my cheek. “Such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”
I let out a “Mhmm” and suck harder, wishing it were his hard dick that’s currently pressing against my back.
He grins, and my stomach fills with butterflies. It’s a similar sensation I get when he lets me touch him, even in the very little ways I’m allowed. I don’t see him smile a lot unless it’s with me.
Slowly, he slides out of my mouth and commands, “On your knees.”
Shifting, I press against him, positioning myself right between his legs. His index finger lifts my chin, and I see that familiar look of possession in his soft gaze. It’s subtle, but undeniable—the dominance he once exerted out of want is now a need.
Like he needs me, I want to be needed. To feel as though he couldn’t live without me, just as I’m certain I couldn’t live without him.
“What would you like, baby girl?”
His question catches me off guard. “Hmm?”
“You give me everything I’ve needed to settle into… us. I don’t call you a good girl for no reason.” He caresses his thumb across my bottom lip as he continues to talk. “Other than the after-care stuff I’m working on, is there anything you’d like to explore? Anything I can do better at?”
My face heats, and I first shake my head. “You’re doing everything right.” His smile has butterflies dancing in my stomach and chest. “But there is something I’d like to explore.”
“And what’s that?” He leans onto his fist, which is propped up by his elbow on the couches shoulder.
I don’t need to think about it. He’s chased me through the woods and now dominates me. I thought I wanted to be tied up, but when he gives me the go-ahead to touch him, all I want is the freedom to do so.
“Would you fuck me while I was sleeping?”
The question makes his eyebrows shoot up. I don’t even give him a chance to answer, because the look he gives me has me regretting saying anything in the first place. “Never mind, I’d like—”
“I’ve already done that.”
My eyes round while my lips pull apart slowly. “You have?”
Now the expression on his face turns to worry. “Do you not remember our talk a few nights ago?”
We’ve been having a lot of conversations lately, which I’ve loved, but never did Somnophilia come up in them. At least, I don’t think so.
He must take my silence as answer enough, because he sighs. “Sorry, Cal.” I’m taken by surprise once again.
“Why are you apologizing?”
He moves his hand from my chin and grabs onto the braid he did, dragging it across my shoulder. “Remember, I asked you if I could fuck you even when you didn’t know or see it coming?”
I could slap myself, he sure did.
“If that wasn’t explicit consent to do that, that’s why I’m sorry.”
