Page 44 of Watch Her Bleed
“I don’t think I want to know.”
“Do you want to tell me?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because… I can picture it happening,” she says quietly.
“Now I want to know what I’ll be doing for you,” I say, and she turns to me with a smile.
“I feel like I’m going to get judged.”
“How about this,” I say. “I’ll tell you something that I think someone might judge me for, then you can tell me.”
“Okay,” she smiles.
“Somnophillia,” I say simply.
“Dumb it down for me,” she says and I laugh.
“Well,” I say, gathering my thoughts. “Basically… You're sleeping beauty. Instead of a kiss that wakes you up… it's my cock inside of you.” I expect some sort of negative reaction, but she smiles. It’s not just any smile though. She looks excited.
“So…” she starts to say but stops.
“Oh, tesoruccia. If you tell me that you had a dream of me fucking you in your sleep,” I say and she giggles again.
“So… In this dream… I woke up and I was… restrained,” she says slowly. “You… You were inside of me. You were going slow and gentle until you saw that I was awake and enjoying the situation.”
“And when I noticed you were awake?” I ask.
“You railed me into the bed,” she says bluntly.
“So, this borders on CNC,” I say.
“Which is?”
“Consensual, non-consent. Some people call it a forced sex kink,” I explain. “It requires an immense amount of trust. If that is the direction you want to venture toward, it is something I would build up to.”
“How does one build up to a forced sex kink?” I ask. “Also, dumb it down again, please.”
“A forced sex kink would be you giving me complete control, but in the same way, it keeps you in control. You’d have a safe word, so you would always have that as a way out no matter what. People who enjoy this kink want to willingly hand things over to their partner for them to then do whatever it is they want to do, regardless of what they say. Again, that safeword is always the final say though. So, yes it’s force, but in no way is it literal force. It requires you to fully trust me and for me to understand your boundaries because you have to have confidence in knowing I won’t cross any lines,” I explain.
“That sounds…” she starts. “Hot.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Mhmm. So where exactly does that start? Obviously, somewhere more than just kissing, I assume,” she says.
“Do you want more than just kissing?” I ask. I slide my hand under the fabric of her shirt, moving up her back. When I drag my fingertips across her bare skin, her eyes flutter closed as she whimpers.
“God, that feels good,” she murmurs. I continue to run my fingers across her skin, from the back of her neck to the back of her knees. The more I do it, the more pronounced her moans become.
“What do you want, tesoruccia?” I ask softly.
Chapter Fifteen
Aurora
