naptime – Ivy

Easing out the Kinks, Part Two

When we reached his apartment, Penthouse and I hung around a little bit and caught up. Eventually, we wound up in his bedroom, curled up on his bed with him trying to make me take a nap.

Which, ah, as you may recall, I don’t usually respond well to.

But I hadn’t had a good sleep the night before and Penthouse had a really comfortable bed. Not to mention he held me down and teased my pussy until I promised to take a nap with him.

So, I managed to successfully nap. Except, then I was super cozy and didn’t want to get out of bed. Somehow, even when I’m obedient, I’m still a brat.

Penthouse had brought his knife home and took it out. He teased it over me while I insisted we stay in bed, which quickly turned into whines and pleas for nothing in particular as goosebumps started to rise on my skin.

“Come on,” he said finally and rose to his feet. “Let’s get lunch.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. “Come here.”

I stared at him, incredulous, but walked over nonetheless.

As a child, I resisted naptime. I thought there were better things to do. I figured I didn’t have time to spare to just relax and close my eyes.

I got in trouble in preschool for waking up my classmates and trying to get them to skip naptime with me. As a result, I was essentially banned from naptime.

Now, I still have that problem. But some very different methods have been implemented to resolve it.

Continued from here.

When I heard Penthouse starting to come in, I adjusted myself somewhat, lowering the sheets here and there and raising my ass a bit. It was partially to just be a brat and partially to get out of actually having to take a nap.

“Sweetheart?” I heard him say from the doorway. “Are you trying to tease me?”

I kept my face down in the pillow to hide my smirk. “Maybe.”

After a few footsteps, I felt him climb into bed and thread his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back.

It’s kind of funny how winning sometimes looks.

My first meeting was Friday morning and it went exceptionally well.

I was tired, nonetheless, after having stayed up with Penthouse the night before. So, when I got back to his place, he ushered me into his bedroom.

“You’re taking a nap,” he said.

As a child, I was terrible at nap time. My teacher in preschool had to give me another activity to do after I would stay up and try to get the children around me to stay up with me. So, unless I am falling all over myself tired, I don’t take naps even now.

I pouted. “I can’t just nap."

He made sure to watch me get into bed and went to the door. "Close your eyes, I’ll join you in a little bit.”

I curled up in his bed and sighed. Outside, I could hear him talking to a few of his roommates. Blushing, I turned onto my stomach and closed my eyes.