Page 12 of Beauty Sleep

It’s time to bring this boy’s filthiest fantasies to life… and some long-forgotten dreams of my own.

Chapter

Six

BRIAR

He’s here!

IknewPrince Charming would come for me. I have no idea what time it is or how long I’ve spent lying here—face-down, ass-up, arms folded under my pillow—listening and waiting.

And I’ve been on my best behavior: I only fingered myself enough to get lubed up and ready for him. Despite how achingly hard I am, I haven’t been touching myself. Not even a sneaky grind against the bed.

I can barely think straight. Every soft footfall makes the floorboards creak, and my hard-on throb with excitement.

With my face in the pillow and the darkness of the room, there’s no way I can see my mysterious prince. But adrenaline is flooding my body, leaving my other senses keener than ever.

The footsteps stop next to me, and the bed sinks gently.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

This is hotter than all of my fantasies put together—and it’s actually happening.

Even with my nose buried in the pillow, I can smell just a hint of citrus cologne and leather. Goosebumps run along my forearms, right up to the back of my neck. And my hair isn’t the only thing standing on end.

As my semi swells into a full-on erection, it takes everything I’ve got to stay still. I swear I can feel the heat radiating from Prince Charming. I’m glowing from head to toe with hot, nervous anticipation…

And holy fuck, does it feel good. I can’t believe I never even thought to fantasize about this part. I always thought the best part would be waking up to find myself lost in helpless pleasure, ravaged by a mysterious stranger.

But Prince Charming is taking his time. It’s so drawn out—so tortuously, deliciously slow. I might just go crazy before he even lays one finger on me. Every passing second melts more of my brain into a hazy, eager puddle of goo.

The tense charge in the air is like lightning dancing through my bones. Every detail is burning itself into my brain. My throbbing dick, racing thoughts, the struggle to keep my breathing slow as my heart pounds at a mile a minute…

Where is he going to touch me? And how? And when?

I have no idea, and I’m so fucking excited about that, because I’m getting what I’ve always wanted: the chance to give up control. He’ll do everything, and I can do absolutely nothing—just lie still and take it.

My cock twitches against the flat plane of my stomach, and I gulp quietly.

Oh!

Prince Charming is gently touching the back of my neck with his fingertip. Then he trails his touch straight down my spine, full of possessive intent, yet slow and soft like he really is trying not to disturb me.

Hoooly fuck. My head is spinning, and every muscle is taut and quivering with pleasure. The quiet, forceful certainty of my real Prince Charming beats all my fantasies of getting hauled around and groped.

His finger reaches the curve of my ass. I can’t stop myself from a tiny little squirm of delight. Then I press my lips together hard, scolding myself.

Stay still, Briar. Jesus. You literally have one job.

I try my best to turn it into a little unconscious movement, like I’m just stirring idly, but Prince snorts with obvious amusement.

Fuck.

He already knows I’m awake. He’s just making me keep playing along to embarrass myself for his entertainment. And I don’t know why, but that makes it even hotter. I’m so desperate for him to tease me while I can’t do a thing.

We both know I love being this kind of helpless.

I made sure my face would be hidden in my pillow so I couldn’t see anything. All my other senses seem that much sharper as a result. The sound of clothes rustling, for example, is easy to pick out against the street noise outside.

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