Page 33 of While You Sleep

That hadn’t stopped being true just because Sophia was mine. I was still just as sick, just as fucked in the head. I opened the cupboard under the sink where I kept it and pumped some into my hand. Turing on the shower, I stepped in, my back to the spray, and smoothed it along my dick. Closing my eyes like I’d done so any times before—before she was mine, before I could touch her—and thought of how she looked in my bed, taking my fingers, squirting on my hand. The scent filled the shower while I fucked my fist, imagining she was in here with me, that I was pounding her tight pussy, that it was her squeezing my cock.

I shuddered as I stroked faster, the scent filling my head, the memory of her taste, of the way her pussy felt against my tongue, the way she begged for more, desperate for the slightest bit of praise, her needy cries, wanting her husband to take control and getting off so fucking hard when I did.

She was in the other room.

Sleeping beauty was mine.

I owned her.

The thought made me harder, made my balls tighten and my breath punch from my lungs. I squeezed my cock, stroked faster, and came with a grunt, panting hard. Relief flooded me. I’d needed that. All day I’d wanted to seek her out and make her come, but had resisted.

By the time I walked out of the bathroom, the temperature had dropped significantly. Sophia was still on the chair, but she’d pulled the blanket higher around her neck while she slept.

I got into bed.

My new wife was definitely stubborn. She lasted another hour, and by the time she darted across the room and got in beside me, I could hear her teeth chattering. I lay still, breathing evenly, letting her believe I was asleep, and my lips actually twitched when I felt her ease closer, just a little, seeking out some warmth. The bed trembled with her shivers. I didn’t like knowing she was cold. My plan had worked, but it wasn’t a tactic I’d use with her again.

I reached out and grabbed her. She squeaked. I ignored her weak protest and dragged her across the bed and against my side. Her skin was like ice. I’d feel guilty if I was capable of it. Instead, I kept her plastered to me so she’d warm up.

Sophia was mine, my wife, and I allowed myself to wrap my arms around her and hold her in place the way I had in her apartment while she thrashed as she slept, the way husbands did their wives in all those movies I’d watched. She was stiff in my arms, but she didn’t try to pull away. I didn’t care that it was only because she was cold, I liked her against me.

“Let me warm you, pet,” I said against her ear. I knew what she liked, how she liked to be talked to. My wife was into praise, it made her wet. Good thing dishing it out made me hard as fuck, it always had. If I talked to a shrink, or referred to one of my psychology books, it’d probably say it had something to do with my mother’s disdain for me and the ways she’d withheld affection. Then again, they might attribute it to my father murdering my mother in front of me, hiding his connection to my brother and me, or forcing me to make my first kill when I was fifteen years old.

Or it could just be that I got off on giving praise for the same reason as Sophia liked to receive it, because I’d never experienced it growing up.

Sophia whimpered and gave in, pressing her icy feet to my shins.

“You sleep in my bed from now on,” I said. “You try and sleep anywhere but here, I’ll pick you up and put you in this bed.”

She nodded, but her body had stiffened. “There’s…something you should know,” she said in a hushed voice. “When I sleep, sometimes I—”

“I know about your sleep disorders, pet.” She froze against me.

“You have nothing to worry about.”

She was silent for several moments. “But what if I lash out, what if I—”

“Then I’ll hold you to me until you settle back down. I would never punish you for something that’s out of your control.”

Her body softened a little. “It can be…really bad.”

“It’s nothing that I can’t handle. I promise you that.” I slid my hand up and down her arm. “I know your world’s been tipped upside down, Soph, but you’re doing so good,” I rasped, letting Dean come through, and she shivered. “You shared this with me, and you stayed here like I asked you to today. You’ve pleased me, pet.” I felt goose bumps lift across her arms, but not from the cold this time. Maybe giving her what she needed, what we’d both been starved of all our lives, made some perverse part of me feel human.

It was dark in the room, snug under the covers. She was softening against me, and her breathing had quickened. “You’ve handled all of this so well, you deserve a reward.” She quivered, and I knew I had her. “Lift your leg for me, rest it on mine.” I gave her thigh a squeeze, and when she didn’t move straightaway, I guided it where I wanted it, sliding my knee forward and resting her leg over mine. She hadn’t moved herself, but she gave no resistance either.

I cupped her pussy over her panties, and yeah, they were already damp. I sucked the smooth skin under her ear as I slid my hand down the front. Her hips jerked and she gasped, but still she didn’t try to pull away. I knew what she needed. She’d been so tense in the car yesterday, afraid for her friend—afraid of me. She’d avoided me all day today. I didn’t like that, I didn’t want her afraid of me, I wanted her to crave me.

She’d soon learn that I wouldn’t hurt her. She was the first thing I’d truly owned that was all mine. I wouldn’t let anyone take her. Nothing would hurt her, not even me. She needed out of her head, to clear her mind of everything except what she was feeling. That, I could give her, and right now, it was the only thing my new wife would let me give her.

My fingers were covered in her juices as I tested her willingness. She was growing wetter by the second. She had to be aching.

I nipped her ear as I thrust two fingers inside her tight pussy. A soft cry burst from her as she clutched around me tight. I wanted to feel that around my cock, badly, but I could wait a little longer.

I wrapped my fingers around her throat with my other hand and she gasped, grabbing at my wrist. My hold was firm but not tight, not interfering with her breathing, but enough that she’d try not to move in case it did. I wanted her to give in to me, give in to the pleasure I was giving her, and that could only happen if she felt a sense of powerlessness.

I started slow, fucking her with my fingers, working her up. Her gasps and whimpers, the wet sounds of her juicy pussy, filled the room.

“Your tight little cunt’s taking my fingers so good, pet.”

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