"Of course," she said, words winded.

* * *

I checked my watch for the hundredth time as I left the freshly cleaned and reset basement, my steps stalling.

Vitals: sleeping.

At last. I'd been working aimlessly for two hours after buckling Sunny back into the bed cuff, waiting for her to fall asleep. It should've happened quickly, but instead the readings from her cuff only gave intermittent indications of stress. My comment at dinner had effectively undone the work I'd put in since the basement. Leaving her alone in the bed furthered the stress.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she'd asked, but she hadn't raised her eyes from my hands on her ankle. She'd wanted to be fucked again. Impressive and tempting. I could've dragged her to the edge of the bed, hooked one ankle onto my shoulder, and fucked her through a few orgasms right into my own finish. I could've climbed onto the bed, straddled her, and jerked myself onto her bare chest, offering her nothing but denial and my release. I could've thrown her onto her stomach, lain myself on top of her, and stayed buried through the night, having my own pleasure—and her's—every time the clasp and heat of her cunt became too seductive to resist.

Instead, I'd left her there to sleep. Which she hadn't done for two hours. I'd nearly abandoned my own schedule several times when her heart rate spiked.

This is better, I reasoned. She shouldn't have her way through all five days. The stress will make tonight's torture sweeter.

I hurried up the stairs now, treading as lightly as I could, uncertain yet how light a sleeper Sunny was. I would know soon enough. The cottage was dark and quiet, a few candles left burning from dinner which I blew out now. Sunny's vitals approximated she'd been sleeping for a little over twenty minutes, which was just enough time to be truly disruptive.

She was curled up on her side under the blankets, her short blonde hair swept over her face, one hand fisted up by her nose. I considered her position versus my own goals. She wanted to be seduced while sleeping. It was higher up on her requests, so it would be best not to wake her by pulling her onto her back. I would start slowly, cautiously, in case an instinctive alarm outweighed her arousal. I shucked off my shorts and left them on the floor, my cock perking up in relief after so much time denied its chosen target. I'd enjoyed Sunny's appreciative stares on my form in these pants, which gave them a new purpose, but in truth they were simply tight and constraining enough to keep my cock in line when it wanted to be inside of this woman.