I woke up in the middle of the night, big gulp of air chocking my throat and a foggy brain.
My thoughts were swirling around the dream that I had to bring myself out of. I’m not good with reality checks, unless I’m at the bottom of the most anxious nightmare, then I can finally tell myself this is not real life, because real life doesn’t suck this bad. You’re in bed. You’re asleep. And now you’re awake.
I reached for my phone to check the time. It was only 4 in the morning. Now you’re really awake I thought. The fog had dissipated and the unpleasant sensations the dream had produced where only a vague pressure on the chest. But still lingered, almost threatening me with the promise that if I did close my eyes and went to sleep again it would come back, picking up right where it had left.
I was cursed with the painful realization that in the morning when it was actually time to get up and leave my happiest place, although not free from mental contamination and nightmares, I would have to use whatever little energy I had to be angry and miserable, and my eyes would ache all through the morning, and every word I didn’t speak would be of absolute hatred to every single person that I had to interact with.
Ten minutes of a disaster mental monologue wouldn’t help either. Perhaps using the time to lull myself to sleep looking at pretty things on my phone would help me imagine a more pleasing day.
The bed shifted behind me. I heard you breathing deeply, undisturbed and asleep, hopefully having more pleasing dreams than mine.
You crossed your arm, heavy and warm across my shoulder, your hand suddenly taking the phone from my own hand, no warning or questions, you simply took and locked my phone, the low click in the silence followed by your raspy voice.
“It’s the middle of the night, little girl.”
“I’m aware” I replied, thinking the morning anger would come sooner than expected.
“Now, can you return my phone and go back to sleep?”
“I thought we agreed on getting more sleep at night” you whispered, calm and unmoved by my undertones.
“Well it’s not happening tonight. You can go back to sleep.”
“It’s too late in the night and too early in the morning for you to talk like that. Let me be clear baby girl, you need to sleep and if you’re not willing to try then we’re going to have a problem.”
“Well I can’t sleep!” I snapped. Annoyed at the sweet threats in your voice. I knew I could just be cuddled and probably would drift back to sleep in your arms. And even though now I had probably gained myself a punishment, I could bargain telling you my dream and soften things up for having a good (or bad) enough reason not to go back to sleep.
But I felt too proud and certainly outraged by you daring to forbid me to do something, specially when I was preparing myself for a day of brooding and misery.
You sighed. I waited, still pondering my options, while you gave me time to save myself.
“Would you like to tell me the reason you’re being a brat or would you like me to find out myself?”
I stood silent. Daring you. I wouldn’t give in to threats or sweetness.
“I don’t want to fight. I just want my phone.”
“We’re not going to fight. There’s no reason.” You chuckled and moved your body to cover mine, supporting yourself with your arms on each side of my shoulders.
Your thumbs moved slowly over the side of my shoulders, caressing so lightly I felt ticklish, I held my breath and tried to shrug you off.
“But we made a pact, good girls go to sleep early and they don’t play with their phones in the middle of they night. I’m only trying to help you be healthy and teach you better habits, now I can be nice and we can talk about why you won’t sleep or I will stop asking questions and start to find answers baby” you kissed my forehead and moved your hand over my left shoulder, sliding it down my arm, you took my hand and swiftly shifted your weight to lay on your back while turning me around and over your chest. Your hands still gentle, but one firmly warped around my waist while the other one pulled up my shirt over my ass.
Your leg snaked underneath mine and forced them opened. I felt your heat all around me but it was deliciously warm on my bare lips. You started massaging my cheeks with the palm of your hand, the circular motion that was always followed by a slap. I held my breath in anticipation, determined not to give you the pleasure of a single moan or whimper. But once you stopped the light caressing I didn’t feel the impact of your palm. Instead I felt a sharp shot of electricity, you pinched me, and I jumped, gasping, shocked and outraged I scoffed and you simply laughed.
“What’s that? I thought you weren’t speaking to me”
You grabbed both sides of my hips and felt down the shape of my butt, sliding down my legs, carefully dipping your fingers between my thighs, reaching for my pussy lips. You bent your knee pushing your thigh underneath my pussy and pride my legs further opened, digging your fingers on my thighs.
Caressing the back of my legs and my tushy, you kept moving your leg, creating a slight friction and movement over my exposed skin.
I could tell by the pace of your hands and the calmness of your movements you had changed your mind on using force, but decided on imparting that bittersweet kindness, which meant my pride would suffer more than my butt cheeks.
You kept dipping your fingers deeper between my thighs until you were slowly running the tips up and down over my soft lips, still working your leg into a grinding motion over my clit, I knew you were going to give me exactly the kind of dirty play I loved, shameless, unreserved, plain and simply as dirty as our imagination can go. And it tended to go far. Perhaps tonight it would just be a tease to lure out the devil in me making me turn against you and spill an explanation, but at that point you were only fucking me with your thighs and fingers and I knew that confession or not you were set on making me suffer in pleasure. Because I had already broken, because I was already wet and because you didn’t need to move your leg any more because I was already grinding against you ever so slowly but enough for you to catch me before I went any further.
You grabbed my face with one hand and made me look up at you in the dark. I could picture your pupils dilated and I didn’t need light to know you were probably smiling down at me. You pulled me up towards your mouth and licked my lower lip, I stood still, waiting for a kiss, wondering if biting your lip really hard would buy me some time to keep arguing, or if it would just turn me on more. So I bit and pulled and tasted your mouth leaning to kiss you, while you encompassed my body locking it between your chest, arms and cock.
I felt it hard against my stomach while you crushed me and breathed me in, the suffocating heat of your body sending me into a state of need and relaxation. And the smell of your skin in the crook of your neck was simply intoxicating.
Considering how much I loved all the excess, drinking and smoking, and food, and sleeping, and you, your smell and body where intoxication at it’s finest, although not the same and healthier for my body and spirit.
And right now both were devoted to such a state, I could hardly remember what I didn’t want to talk about, or why you were trying to pull the truth from my mouth while you were pulling my pussy lips apart with your fingers.
I sighed, melting on top of your chest, only finding strength to kiss your neck and if I could give a little more, your shoulders, while your fingers slipped up and down, tempted to slip inside. I wondered if I moved, if only I could move, would them slip right in?
“Do you want to tell me now kitten?” He whispered kissing the top of my head and I still couldn’t believe how low he could go using such power over me, for his own benefit.
I grunted, and tried to shake my body away. No I don’t want to tell you anything.
But please don’t stop what you’re doing, I thought. I shimmied my hips up, thinking I could play dirty too, and tried to feel your cock on my pussy. I heard you laughing very softly in the dark, figuring out what I was trying to do. And you let me, maybe because you were rock hard, enjoying my little scene and already ravishing on the real punishment that would come, or maybe because you were just rock hard, and you wanted it just as much I did.
You always said how impossibly sweet and tortuous my wet lips felt sliding down the length of your cock, and even confessed you didn’t care which ones.
You loosened the grip on me letting me place my hips comfortably on top of your tummy finding your cock and starting from the base I swayed my hips upwards, slowly parting my own lips with your shaft, and when I reached the swollen tip and felt it right over my own swollen clit I just stayed, and worked my own rhythm on top of your cock. The feeling of flesh and heat, your smell all around me and your hands on my hips with your thumbs on my ribs, you were hanging on to me, you were holding back. I got to you. You loved to let me do what I wanted just as much as I loved it. Consequences would be the conversation tomorrow but right now I know you couldn’t think past the slippery feeling of wetness on your tummy, my own, and your own, because you were quite ready for me. And yet you were holding back, letting me get off on your cock.
Selfless or selfish? That line blurs quite often when we’re together.
“Talk to me” you breathed, moving your hands to lift me up from my shoulders. I planted my hans on your chest and grinded harder and faster over you. You grabbed my tits, covering them entirely with your hands, squeezing them and letting them go only to pull me closer to you by the nipples.
“If I cum now and go to sleep will you let it go?” I wondered, shifting the pace and sliding all the way up and down, base to tip.
“Yes of course baby, but tomorrow your ass and pussy will take the spanking, and you wont be able to sit down for a week.”
I stopped moving. I was not surprised, I just needed to think.
“And what if I tell you my dream?”
“Ah, so that was it, I’m sorry you had a bad dream kitten”
You caressed my face and hair, contemplating the situation. “But you were still a little rude to me, so I don’t see why I should let you get away with it.”
I rolled my eyes
“I heard that” you said slapping my butt. You grabbed both sides of my ass and scooped me up, your cock quickly finding my wet opening. “You may cum baby girl”
And slammed it right to the furthest wall. I moaned in surprise and didn’t take a second longer to ride you all the way to a sleepy moaning mess. Sweetness, I loved to hear you in pleasure. The way you grunt and lose your breath. The way you work hard to get me exactly where I should be.
“That’s it kitten, cum all over my cock.” Last words muffled by the impact of my lips on yours. I kissed you hard, and you wrapped your arms around my body, pulling me so close I could barely move, but you kept thrusting into me, quick and deep. I tightened around you. and you could feel it, i heard you groaning so low on your chest, my entire body tightened and convulsed in a fraction of a second. I felt you letting go inside of me, more warmth and heat overflowing the deepest part of my pussy. I felt the contractions of your cock shooting inside of me, I was pulling you even deeper with my own orgasm, my walls clenched around you, and with every new thrust and the tip of your cock hitting the sweetest spot over and over I was one second away from cumming again.
You grabbed my arms and pulled me up and away from you, pushing me to the left and slamming my back on the bed.
“No!” I whined, feeling the sudden emptiness, and how the wetness from my own orgasm and your cum oozed down my butt. “What?” I whispered desperately.
“That’s enough kitty, you had what you wanted”
“But I -“
“I would advice you getting some rest because you have a big spanking tomorrow” you kissed me very sweetly while fixing my shirt in place.
“We’ll see about that” I retorted. And turned my back on you pushing your arm away. You slumped on the bed and quickly crossed your arm over my waist, sliding it down my tummy and finding my lips again, caressing them, you snuggled me closer and rubbed my clit in slow circular motions. I relaxed, leaning back into your chest and finally drifted back to sleep.
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