Once dinner is finished, I grab the bowl and head to bed. The orange drink I sit on the nightstand as I settle back against the headboard and read a tale of how Sleeping Beauty fell in love with the prince.
The chocolatey goodness of the dessert makes me moan in pleasure. I’ve always had a weakness for chocolate, and this is one of the most delicious cakes I’ve tasted. Once it’s finished, I set the bowl on the nightstand and scoot lower under the covers. A chill has come over, and the room isn’t as warm as it was when the sun was shining through the windows.
I’m still not sure what the time is, but weariness overtakes me, and soon enough, my eyes are fluttering closed.
14
Logan
I smile as I watch her sleep. The camera sitting in the corner of her room is out of sight, and it allows me to observe my Sleeping Beauty as she dreams. I wonder what is running through her mind right now.
Is she dreaming of me?
When I taunted her earlier, I saw her pupils dilate with every filthy promise I made, and even though I expected her to fight me on it, she didn’t.
The feel of her delicate throat in my hold was enough to have my cock aching to be inside her. I’ve always been more turned on with women who weren’t looking at me, who weren’t able to fight, to speak while I was inside them. The broken parts of me loved the shattered parts of them. But with Vera, there’s something different.
I can’t explain it, and I definitely can’t define it. Nothing I feel around her makes sense. Not the way I want her to see me while I take her. Not the way her feisty nature makes every inch of my body grow hard and needy. And not even the way I crave to see her come apart.
At almost thirty years old, I shouldn’t be sitting here watching her on a small screen while I jerk my dick, but I am. Like a demented fucking stalker, I’m getting off while she’s asleep in my bed.
She rolls over, the blanket falling from her body, and I take note of how her smooth, porcelain thighs are splayed. Her panties are tight against her cunt, and the puffy lips are prominent. A groan of pleasure escapes my lips as I feel my release nearing.
I’m almost there. I’m about to find euphoria when she once again moves, and I catch a glimpse of her pert ass. The smooth material offering her up like a sacrifice. She’s beautiful, perfect in every way.
I want nothing more than to rub myself against her ass, to feel her softness, and make her moan while she’s asleep. To mark her with my seed while she’s oblivious to my pleasure. And when she wakes, she’ll feel the stickiness of me all over her.
I smile.
My hand moves faster.
She taunts me unknowingly as she becomes restless.
My hand stops suddenly when she shoots up, screaming into the darkness of the bedroom. I’m on my feet in seconds, shoving my dick into my jeans. Pain causes me to wince as I race up the stairs to unlock her door and shove it open.
Vera is crying on the bed, her body wracked with sobs, and I don’t think twice about pulling her into my arms. I’m on the mattress, holding her against me as she cries. I’m not sure what the fuck just happened, but she better tell me the truth, or I’ll spank it out of her.
I listen to her cries. The soft, mewling sounds lull her and me into a false sense of security, and soon enough, I feel her fall asleep in my arms. Her body is so small compared to mine. My arms cocoon her, and I feel her heat against me. Vera is nestled in my arms, the soft scent of vanilla still in her hair as I close my eyes and inhale the fragrance.
Her gentle breaths wisp from her slightly parted lips, and I watch her. The golden strands of her hair frame her face. The apples of her cheeks are shaded with a soft pink, and I can’t help but take her in.
Would this ever work between us?
How can we ever make this permanent?
The questions circle themselves in my mind as I watch her sleep. She truly is beautiful. My body hums with need when she nestles farther into my hold, and I tighten my arms around her. My cock is straining against my zipper. My earlier pleasure is still apparent.
Her arm slips down, her hand falling against the bulge in my jeans, causing me to hold my breath. She doesn’t realize what she’s doing. She’s asleep, and before I can chastise myself or feel any guilt, I take her hand and press it against the hardness of my cock.