Lullaby for the Resistant
Lena had been waiting for this all day, the lean redhead adjusted her lithe toned body on the bed to prepare for her boyfriend Elias who from the sound of things had a very bad day at work and was likely to be grumpy. Lena loved his hard body, wavy dark hair, and kissable mouth, but what she loved most was their play time—especially when he tried to resist and pretend he didn’t love her little games. And tonight, was going to be epic if Lena had anything to say about things would play out.
The apartment was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Elias had come into the room and as Lena suspected he was very grumpy and now sat rigid on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, jaw set. He’d been fighting sleep for hours, stubborn as ever. “I’m not tired,” he muttered, though his words slurred at the edges.
Lena, draped in a silk robe that clung just enough to tease, perched on the bed beside him. She tilted her head, her voice dropping into a purr, sweet and slow. “Ohhh, baby boy… you’re sooo grumpy when you’re sleepy. Does my big, strong man not wanna rest?” Her fingers traced idle circles on his shoulder, light as a whisper.
Elias shifted, trying to ignore the way her touch sent heat down his spine. “I said I’m fine.”
Lena’s lips curved. “Mmm, but you’re not fine, are you?” She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “You’re all tense… all wound up. What if I told you I’d take care of you? Hmm? Would you let me tuck you in?” Her voice was honey, thick and slow, each word a caress as she kneaded his shoulders.
He swallowed hard. “Lena—”
“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes gleaming. “No talking. Just listen to me, okay?” She shifted closer, her thigh brushing his. “You work so hard, baby. Sooo hard. And you never let yourself relax…” Her hand slid down his arm, her touch lingering. “But I know how to make you feel good. I know how to make you melt.”
Elias’s breath hitched. He could feel the pull of her, the way her voice wrapped around him like a spell. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
Lena laughed softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Of course I am, silly. I want you all soft and sleepy… all mine.” She pressed a kiss to his temple, her lips lingering. “Close your eyes, baby. Just for a second. Let me sing you to sleep…”
Elias was not having it and gently pushed her away, in response Lena smirked, stretching out beside him like a cat in the sun, her silk nightgown riding up just enough to distract. She propped herself up on one elbow, her voice dripping with syrup and mischief. “Ohhh, my widdle boy is sooo cranky,” she cooed, reaching out to tap the tip of his nose with one manicured finger. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you? The more you fight, the sleepier you get.”
Elias jerked his head away, but not fast enough—her fingers trailed down his jaw, her touch feather-light, maddening. “Stop it, Lena.”
“Stop what, baby?” she purred, her voice a velvet purr. “I’m just helping my big, strong man relax. You’re so tense…see your eyes are getting so heavy” Her hand slid down his chest, her nails grazing over the fabric of his shirt. “All that resistance… it’s exhausting, isn’t it?”
He caught her wrist, his grip firm, but his breath was already uneven. “I said no Lena.”
Lena giggled, twisting her arm free with ease. “Uh-uh, my sleepy widdle boy.” She crawled closer, her body pressing against his side, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You’re too sleepy to fight me. Too sleepy to think.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her breath hot. “You can’t even keep your eyes open, can you?”
Elias’s grip on his control slipped. His lashes fluttered, his body swaying toward hers despite himself. “Fuck—”
“Shhh.” Lena’s fingers carded through his hair, her touch soothing now, hypnotic. “That’s it. Let go. You don’t have to be strong right now.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, her lips lingering. “I’ve got you. Just… let me take care of you.” Lena moved so her face was directly in front of his her blue eyes pulling him in.
His voice was rough, desperate. “This isn’t fair.”
“All’s fair in love and nap time,” she murmured, her hand sliding down his back, pulling him closer. “You’re mine, ? And my weeepy widdle boy needs his rest.” She hummed, a low, sultry tune, her body molding against his. “That’s it… just like that. Let me hear you breathe, baby. Let me feel my widdle boy wax and surrender for his Lena.”
Elias’s body betrayed him first—his muscles unclenching, his head drooping toward her shoulder. Lena’s triumphant smile was soft, her voice a lullaby of teasing and temptation. “Such a good boy… so sleepy… so obedient…” Her fingers traced lazy circles on his back, her words weaving through his resistance like silk. “You can’t fight me, baby. Not when you’re this tired. Not when I know what you need.”
His protest was a muffled groan, his body starting to give in, melting into hers. Lena’s lips curved against his skin as she whispered, “Sweet dreams, widdle boy… I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Elias struggled to keep his eyes open, as Lena gently began to knead the back of his neck and the base of his skull. “Lena…..your fingers are so soft, they are making me so heavy…” Lena smiled knowing Elias was feeling her relaxation now his words coming out in a slur, “Awww my widdle boy is getting so weeepy now, poor thing, dis widdle eyelids are all droopy and heavy.”
With that, Elias began to fully relax, her soft voice and hands lulling him under—lost to the dark, to the warmth of her, to the irresistible pull of her voice and the little kisses Lena was now placing on his temple, his neck and his lips. Lena watched him for a moment, her fingers tangled in his hair, her heart full. “My widdle boy is nice and sleepy, all relaxed and ready for Lena’s next game.”
Elias woke with a jolt, his body tensing as the humiliation of what came before flooding back. She’d done it again. That wicked, teasing vixen had cooed him to sleep like a child, her voice a silken trap, her touch a slow unraveling. His face burned as he turned to glare at her—only to find Lena already watching him, her azure eyes sparkling with mischief, her lips curled in a smirk that promised trouble.
“Hello’, widdle boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness and giving him a deep kiss. “Did my big, strong man have sweet sexy dreams?”
Elias’s scowl was thunderous. “You tricked me Lena, and now its time for payback.”
Lena’s laughter was a melody, light and taunting. “Ohhh, someone’s mad,” she teased, her fingers already creeping toward his ribs. “Did my widdle man not like being tucked in? And as for your payback….”
“Lena, don’t you dare—” His warning dissolved into a shocked gasp as her fingers struck, digging into his sides with precision. “HAAAA—STOP—HEEE—LENA!” His body jerked, his laughter explosive, breathless. She didn’t let up, her touch relentless, her laughter ringing like bells.
“Aww, is my widdle boy ticklish?” she cooed, her voice a sultry taunt as she straddled his waist, pinning him down knowing full well this was a weakness that Elias could never resist when exploited. “So sensitive… so squirm-y…” Her fingers danced over his ribs, his stomach, his thighs and even his armpits, each touch sending him into fits of helpless giggles and thrashing.
“N-NO—HEEE—PLEASE—HAHAHA—STOP—” Elias twisted, his body arching as he tried to escape, but Lena was merciless, her touch a whirlwind of teasing torment. His laughter filled the room, high and breathless, his protests dissolving into gasps and wheezing a huge grin on his face as Lena continued to torment him.
“But my widdle man is just too much fun,” she crooned, her voice dropping into that baby-talk purr that made his skin prickle. “Look at you… all giggly and red…” Her hands slid lower, her touch shifting from tickling to something far more dangerous. “Mmm, what’s this?” Her fingertips brushed over the growing bulge in his boxers, her voice turning to honey. “My widdle man’s thingy is getting so hard… so ache-y…”
Elias’s laughter died in his throat, replaced by a groan as her hand wrapped around him, her touch slow and deliberate. “Lena—fuck—”
“Shhh, baby,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear as her hand began to move, her strokes teasing, maddening. “Just let Lena make her widdle boy’s thingy all better…” Her voice was a whisper of sin, her touch a slow torture. “Such a good boy… so hard for me…”
Lena began to slowly work Elias up and down taking time to savor the size of him and his girth. Her gentle squeezes making his already hard cock come fully to life and eliciting a moan from his lips, the pads of her fingers placing the perfect amount of pressure on his throbbing member. “Lena, dammit, that feels so goood…..you are not playing fair at all,”
Elias’s breath hitched, his body tensing as she worked him, her thumb swirling over the tip wet with pre-cum, her voice a constant stream of praise and teasing. “That’s it… let me hear you, widdle boy…” Her strokes grew bolder, her grip tightening just enough to make him gasp. “You love this, don’t you? Love when I make you feel so good…”
His hips jerked involuntarily, his body betraying him as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. “Lena—please.” Realization flooded into Elias’s mind, Lena would give him an amazing hand job, but afterwards that sleepy feeling one always got after coming would wash over him and he’d drift off again just as she’d planned.
“Please what, baby?” she teased, her voice a purr as she leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. “You want me to stop?” Her hand stilled, her touch a tormenting pause. “Or do you want me to keep going?”
Elias’s answer was a broken groan, his body arching into her touch as she resumed her strokes, her voice a whisper of seduction. “That’s what I thought…” Her lips found his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as her hand moved faster, her touch sure and relentless. “Such a good boy… so needy for me…”
Elias knew he was fighting a loosing battle, her hand moved with precision and he could feel his climax coming, and Lena was ready to pull him over the top with more of her relentless baby talk. “Aww is my widdle boy getting close? Wexy Lena making her widdle boy feel so good, dis thingy is starting to leak and wants to explode all over Lena’s hand so he tan get all weeepy for Lena.”
His climax crashed over him, his body shuddering, his breath ragged as he spilled into her hand. Lena’s voice was a soothing murmur, her touch gentle now, coaxing him through the aftershocks. “There you go, widdle man… so perfect for me…”
Elias collapsed back against the pillows, his body boneless, his mind hazy he tried his best to keep his eyes open, as his eyelids became heavier and heavier as Lena continued to softly coo to him. Lena pressed a kiss to his forehead, her voice soft, triumphant. “Sweet dreams, widdle boy…”
Despite his best efforts before Elias knew it he was gone—pulled under by the weight of his surrender, his body limp, his breathing deep. Lena watched him for a moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, her heart full.
She’d broken him again. And oh, how she loved putting him back together, the next game would be even sexier, making sure Elias knew just who was in charge of his pleasure and reminding him how good surrender felt.
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Elias stirred beneath Lena’s limbs, her body draped over his like a second skin—one leg tangled with his, her arm slung possessively across his chest, her breath warm against his neck. He tried to shift, to slip free without waking her, but the moment he moved, her grip tightened, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“Mmm… where do you think you’re going, widdle boy?” Her voice was thick with sleep, but her tone was pure, sinful amusement. Before he could protest, she was kissing him—deep, slow, devouring kisses that stole his breath and his thoughts. Her lips were hot, her tongue a teasing promise, and Elias felt his resistance crumble before he’d even gathered it.
She pulled back just enough to murmur against his mouth, “Did my big, strong man think he could sneak away?” Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, her touch light, maddening. “Uh-uh. Not today.” Her voice dropped into that sultry, baby-talk purr that made his skin prickle. “I’m gonna relax you, baby. Gonna make your whole body all waxed and heavy…” Her lips trailed down his jaw, her teeth grazing his earlobe. “And then…” A soft, wicked laugh. “Then I’m gonna suck the last of your resistance right out of you.”
Elias’s breath hitched. “Lena—”
“Shhh.” Her fingers pressed to his lips, her eyes gleaming. “No talking, widdle boy. Just feel.” Her mouth found his neck, her kisses slow and open-mouthed, her tongue swirling over his pulse point. “Mmm, you taste so good…” Her teeth nibbled lightly, her voice a whisper. “Gonna make you melt for me…”
His body betrayed him once again, his muscles unclenching as her lips trailed lower, her hands mapping the planes of his chest, her touch a slow, seductive exploration that was perfection pushing every button of surrender in Elias’s body. “That’s it…” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. “Let me take care of you, baby.” Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, her touch feather-light as she freed him, her voice a purr. “Look at you… already so hard for me again…”
Elias’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his mind racing for control, but her lips were on him now, her tongue a slow, wet stroke that made his hips jerk. “Lena—fuck—why is this so damn good?”
“Shhh, widdle boy,” she cooed, her voice a whisper of sin as she took him deeper, her lips sealing around him, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles. “Just let go…” Her hand cupped him, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath, her mouth a hot, wet heaven. “You love this… love when I make you feel so good…”
His breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as she worked him, her lips tight, her tongue flicking over the tip before taking him deep again. “Such a good boy…” she murmured around him, her voice vibrating through him. “All mine…”
Elias’s mind fractured. He tried to focus, to hold onto his control, but her mouth was relentless, her touch a slow, sensual torture. Her free hand slid up his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin, her voice a constant stream of praise and teasing. “Mmm, you’re so close, baby…” Her lips tightened, her tongue swirling, her voice a whisper. “I’m gonna make you scream for me…”
Elias’s climax hit him like a storm, his body arching, his hands flying to her hair as he came with a broken cry, his voice raw. “I’m Lena’s widdle boy—I’m Lena’s widdle boy!”
Lena drank him down, her throat working around him, her voice a soothing murmur as she coaxed him through the aftershocks. “That’s it…” she whispered, her lips pressing a final, tender kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Such a good boy…”
Elias collapsed back against the pillows, his body again boneless spent, his mind hazy. Lena crawled up to press a kiss to his forehead, her voice soft, triumphant. “Sweet dreams, widdle man…”
And just like that the trigger sank in fully established and he was gone—pulled under by the weight of his surrender, his body limp, his breathing deep. Lena watched him for a moment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, her heart full.
She’d broken him completely And oh, how she loved the way he fit back together in her hands.