"Kathryn, do you know what time it is?"
I'm not a morning person, but I'm functional, especially after a cup of coffee. Simon, on the other hand... I don't think I've ever met someone who likes mornings less than him.
"It's almost eight o'clock," I tell him.
"On a Sunday morning." He glares at me. Well, he tries to glare. It looks like more of a squint. "Eight o'clock on a Sunday morning is an ungodly hour. No one is awake right now unless they're mentally disturbed."
I try not to snort. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I had to go to the bathroom." I climb back into bed. "Besides, there was something sharp and hard poking me."
Simon leans back onto his pillow. "I can't help it if I was lying next to a beautiful naked woman." He's trying not to grin, only it doesn't quite work.
"So, go back to sleep." I roll onto my side so we're spooning.
"You too, darling," he says sleepily, cupping my breast. "You go back to sleep, too."
"I'm kind of awake," I say, wiggling my backside against his erection. "I think you are, too."
Simon groans. "Only one part of me is awake, my dear. The rest of me wants to go back to sleep. We can do this later."
"What if you put me back to sleep?" I ask tentatively.
"Put you back to sleep?" he repeats. "Mmm, there's a thought. Would you like that?"
"You know how much I like it when you tell me what to do," I say, placing my hand atop his. I wiggle my backside again. "Especially if you told me I was your sleepy plaything. And I was having a sexy dream. One in which you were thrusting in. And out. Slowly." My free hand snakes around to find him. Ooh, look who's still hard as a rock. I run my fingers up and down his erection.
That leads Simon to moan softly. "Ah, that was evil, darling. Alright, just for that, I'm putting you under. Sleep."
Before he said that word, I felt alert. Awake. I was ready to have coffee. Now, I feel like someone has injected me with a sedative. My eyelids shut. Any thoughts I was having grind to a halt. My body relaxes completely. I'm limp. I'm...
"Asleep," my boyfriend murmurs in my ear. "You're asleep, Kathryn. And you're going to have a very sexy dream."
It seems like one part of me isn't limp. My nipples are hard. No, not just hard. Sharp as points. Could I move my arms to play with them in this very sexy dream?
"You're too sleepy to move, darling," Simon says.
A wave of relaxation washes over me. My grip on Simon's erection slackens. I feel him put my hand back where it was. He tightens my grip.
"You're passive," he continues. "Very, ah, passive." I feel him move my hand up and down. "You can only do what I tell you."
If I was more awake, I'd ask him what he's going to make me do next. Yet, I'm very passive. All I can do is lie here. Lie here, and feel my hand moving up and down. Simon's other hand continues cupping my breast. I'm too sleepy and passive to ask him to play with my nipple. Maybe he'll figure that out for himself.
Oh, he did! That feels good. I wish I could tell him how good it feels. The only thing I can do is let out a sleepy sigh.
"You like that, darling?" Simon's voice has risen a couple of octaves. "You like being my, ah, sleepy plaything? You're, ah, mine, Kathryn. Mine to with, ah, as I wish."
I feel my hand moving faster, gripping harder. I can't tell if I want him to come in my hand, or I want him to come inside of me. I'm his sleepy plaything. I'm too tired and passive to think on my own. Whatever makes him happy...
Simon's grip on my hand loosens. He moves it from his erection.
"You know what happens to my sleepy playthings, Kathryn?" he asks, his voice low in my ear. "They get fucked. Slowly. And they love it because it feels so good. They have explosive orgasms. How does that sound?"
If only I weren't too tired and passive to speak, I'd enthusiastically tell him how very much I like that idea. I let out another sleepy sigh that I hope sounds happy about the prospect of what he's going to do to me.
