“I’m sorry, honey,” I said. “I just don’t have the appetite.”

“That’s okay,” he said with a hint of disappointment.

I sighed and rolled away from him in bed.

“Not that I’m trying to pressure you or anything, but…” I heard him start.

“It’s just… I’m exhausted,” I responded to the question he left implied. The “why.” The “I thought you’d been looking forward to this scene all week.”

“Think we can try again on Friday?” he asked.

“We’ll see,” I grunted. “I’m gonna go to sleep. Good night.”

“Good night,” he responded back, then rolled away from me so that our backs faced each other.

It wasn’t a passive-aggressive gesture; I preferred to sleep against his back, and he knew that. But I still spent the next two hours silently ruminating with my eyes closed.

~

Friday came and went. I flopped onto bed next to him.

“Still not feeling it?” he asked.

“No. I’m sorry. I still want to do it. Just… not now. I’m not in the mood.”

“It’s okay.” He rolled over as usual. “Good night.”

~

I awoke the next morning before him.

His face was utterly peaceful. His breathing slow and steady.

His penis was stiff and erect, visible even under the blanket. Morning wood.

He looked so sexy like this. I was unusually horny.

I shouldn’t.

I shouldn’t just gobble it up. He knows I’m a somnophiliac, but we hadn’t negotiated around it. But damn… I just… really want it…

I licked my lips, then decisively gave him a slight shrug.

“Mnn…” he mnned. “Babe?”

“It’s time,” I said hungrily. “You’re rock hard, I’m horny, and you look really hot when you’re sleepy like this…”

He soporifically smirked. “Do you wanna do the scene now?”

I nodded. “Are you ready?”

“Give me a moment to wake up a little-”

“No. Right now. When you’re like this. When you’re still soft and confused and dreamy and...”

The sentence dissolved into a wordless expression of sexual ecstasy and excitement.

He accepted with an “Of course, mxtress.”

“Good…” I growled. I moved closer to his ear and gently bit it, then whispered into it, “You look so delicious when you sleep for me…”

He closed his eyes. I moved to his neck and bit into it like a vampire, as we had negotiated days ago. He let out a pained, but approving moan.

“Yes…” I breathed, moving down his chest and towards his cock, gently kissing along the way. “Just go back to sleep, my thrall. Deep breaths. 10…”

As I continued counting, his breathing slowed, though some turned into soft moans as I teased him.

“3… 2… 1… sleep.” I snapped my fingers, and his head lulled to one side.

“Hmhmhmhm…” I chuckled seductively, peeling off his underwear. His erect cock sprang out. He didn’t react in the slightest. I felt heat in my own body intensify.

“Now, with each lick, you’ll sink deeper for me and become more my enthralled slave,” I suggested.

“Mn… yes, mxtress…”

My depression had starved me until this moment, but now…

Now, I could finally feast.