I laugh. “Whose fault is that?”
“Fine. I’ll let you sleep well tonight, but you’d better get plenty of rest because, tomorrow, I plan on making up for lost time.”
I bite my lip, liking that thought. “Deal.”
He tosses me onto the bed and climbs into bed next to me.
“You’re not going to undress?” I ask, disappointed.
“If I undress either of us, I’m going to fuck you again. And, since you trusted me with your body, I know I need to pace ourselves so that I can have a full day with you tomorrow.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
His arms wrap around me, and I snuggle against his body. I’m not sure if snuggling breaks the rules of getting too close or doing anything other than sex, but right now, I’m too tired to think about it.
“Why did you pick me instead of the dickhead?” he asks.
My eyes open, and I turn. “Why does it matter?”
“Because I’m a man, and I need to know that I blew away my competition.”
I laugh. “Sorry, the competition was close. I chose you because you kissed better.”
“Not because of the naughty things I said?”
I blush. I don’t want to tell him that I was so caught up with the other guy that I didn’t even hear what he said.
He shakes his head. “That’s what I thought. You didn’t even hear what I said, did you?”
I blush a deeper shade of red. “No.”
He growls, “Well then, you missed out.”
“What did you say?”
“I guess you’ll have to find out tomorrow.”
I sigh. “Tell me.”
“I’ll show you later. Now, sleep, and if you dream about dickface or even think about him again, I’ll punish you.”
He pulls me close against his body, and I close my eyes. He thinks I thought of another guy for even a second after he fucked me. That’s his goal—to eliminate any thoughts of any other man from my brain. He just doesn’t realize that he’s already done it.
He’s fucked me once, and my body already belongs to him. I can’t remember any other man ever fucking me. And, as much as I want to sleep, all I can think about is forcing my brain to try to remember what dirty, filthy thing he said to me so that I can figure out what naughty thing he has planned for me tomorrow.
4
Brody
Why the fuck did I bring up dickface?
Because I’m a jealous asshole who can’t tolerate her thinking about any man other than me. I needed to hear her say that she was mine. Because I’m a controlling fucker who wants complete control over her body.
I’m already close to controlling her body. Her body followed almost every command. I could have made her come anytime after my cock entered her pussy. She would have done anything I wanted. But she still tried to scream. That was the only command she couldn’t completely follow.
One fuck, and I already own her body. But my dark heart wants to control more than just her body. I want to control everything about her. Her every movement. Her every breath. Who she talks to. What she does. What she thinks.
I’ve gotten one tiny taste of what controlling her would be like, and now, my thoughts have turned into an asshole. Only a giant prick would want this much control over another person.