Rolling around in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Looking at the clock. 3:37 a.m. 

Shit. 

I just can't sleep when I'm hungry. So much excitement this week that I haven't given my stomach the attention it needs. 

Trying to decide if I wanted to drag my lazy, worn-out ass to the kitchen or not. My feet were quite sore after the first round of grape stomping lessons. 

Stephen had been kind enough to teach me a few massage techniques to help work the stiffness out. Stiffness. Stephen. Our ambiguously sexual volley, back and forth this afternoon. He is a card, that Stephen. I must remember to check the calendar to see if he is free to give me a private check-up. I am feeling a bit flushed, it seems.

My grand scheme for seduction didn't go as planned today. I couldn't find 

Dominic anywhere...and when I did see catch glimpse of him, he was busy chatting up another sister. And that is a cardinal rule of mine - never, ever interrupt another sister... I checked his room several times before turning in. He was nowhere. Maybe he didn't need me after all...maybe he's found his own way. I smiled at the thought, but it diminished with a stab of jealousy. What was it about him? Why now?

I fumbled with the ring on my finger. Still so foreign to me, now the focus of all my nervous energy. Round and round, I pushed it, circling my finger. Decided to feed my insomnia.

I pulled on my short terrycloth robe to cover my stylish worn-out white tank top and boxer shorts. No shoes. Ow! Easy on the purple feets! I made for the kitchen in hopes of finding something to quench my appetite - or at least shut my grumbling tummy the hell up!

As I was planning my attack on the refrigerator, deciding if I just wanted a quick hit and run, or if I wanted to cook myself something, I wasn't aware of anyone else in the vicinity. Terry and Dino would get me for that. Two demerits and an afternoon in the brig from Jack, for sure.

Shuffling down the hallway...heading for the swinging door...I never saw it coming. 

Out of the shadows, quick as a panther, someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth with their hand. I fought with all my might - getting some good elbow jabs and kicks in. I was hefted off my feet and carried into the kitchen. My captor pushed me into the table, leaning over me, pinning me.

"Shhh. Will ya calm down. Christ, I think you broke my fucking ribs." He moved his hand away from my face. 

I knew that voice! I recognized his scent. 

"Dominic! Let me go. This is NOT funny at all!" 

"Promise no more clawing?" 

"I'm not promising a thing." 

My growling stomach was forgotten. Now I was angry that he scared me in such a way. 

He let my body go and backed away. I eased up, wincing at the probable bruising on my hips - which just supplemented the ones I earned from East. Turning, hands on hips, I confronted him.

"What is this all about, Dom?" 

Sweat was beaded on his forehead and upper lip. He was wearing only pajama bottoms, which were not hiding his tent pole in the least. "You said...I did...I...was...on my way to your room...and..."

Everything was clear to me now, but I allowed him to babble on. He must have taken my command to heart. No jerking off during Temple Week. Look at him! He was wound as tight as a 10-day clock. 'Come find me.' I had told him. 'Show me what kind of man you are', I had teased. I had forgotten to stipulate that the offer was only valid at reasonable hours of the day, and didn't include stalking me like a cheetah.

If I blew him off now, he would never have the courage to try again. I couldn't do that. It was high time that he proved to me and everyone else - including Sir Swastika - that he wasn't sweet little Dominic, getting courtesy fucks from Catholic school girls in the back seat of daddy's car, arriving home from the war - someone to be pitied. I aimed to give him that chance right now.

Biting back the reproachful remarks simmering at the end of my tongue, I copped a coy attitude and went into character: 

"Well, why didn't you say so?" I purred. "I couldn't sleep because I was hunnnngry." Stepping closer to him, I placed my hands on his chest and caressed his baby smooth pecs. Aware that he was quivering, I decided to take care of this immediate need so that he wouldn't disappoint himself.

My eyes dropped to his waistband. "Oooooo. What is this? For me?" I tugged at the drawstring. "Let's move you over here." His knees were knocking. I figured it would be best if he leaned on the table before he fell over on top of me - and not in a good way. Heh.

Dom swallowed hard. I lowered his pants and cooed at what I found inside. Now, that was a shade of purple that I'd never seen before - it matched my grape juice stained feet. Poor dear. I shouldn't have insisted that he quit wanking. I don't guess he's been able to sleep much for the last few nights.

I stroked him with my hand. "Oh my, Dominic. I think I need two hands for this! 

How could you hide this from me all this time? You are a sneaky, selfish little devil, you are!" Batting my eyes up at him, "May I? Is this ok?" I inched my lips toward his cock.

"Fuck yessss. Suck it. Suck meee..." His fingers gripped the edge of the table, for which I was glad. In this state he would surely rip my head off if he went near it with his hands.

I went down as far as I could initially. Pulling away, "Dom, you are too big for me. I can't take you all at one time." Nothing like a little ego boost, I tell ya. He was getting cockier by the moment.

"You can take Hando...I'm sure we are close to the same in that department...being brothers and all..." 

I shook my head, "I dunno about that, Dom. I don't remember him being like thissss." I gobbled him down. Relaxing the muscles in my throat. Down. Down. Slowly down. Slick warmth coated my throat.

As I suspected - he had an itchy trigger finger. He came before he was fully inserted. Not a sound from him. He was holding his breath. Many nights of wacking off quietly had made him a Silent Sidney in the climax department. Sure enough, he was cursing himself for jumping the gun. Dominic wouldn't make eye contact. He pulled his pants up and moved towards the door to go to his room. "Sorry. I just...well..."

"Where are you going? You can't just leave a girl in a lurch like this!" 

"What? You still want...? It's ok to..." 

I embraced him and explained that it was not a big deal. "Think of it as the appetizer course, babe. You'd be surprised how often you-know-who does the same thing! In less time too! Hee hee." (Hando would die if he knew I told him that!)

"Grrrrrowwwlllllllrrrrr." 

Dom's eyebrows shot up his forehead as he glanced down to my belly. "You weren't lyin! You are hungry, eh? Want me to prepare my specialty for you?" 

"And that would be..." 

"Grilled Cheese a la Maloney." 

"Sounds wonderful. Make me three..." 

"Three???" 

I was laughing so hard, I almost spouted milk through my nose. 

"Hush! You'll wake everyone up!" he giggled. 

"Me? You are the one telling these ribald stories!" 

"Stories?! They are all true! Every last detail!" 

It was incredible to see this man at ease and flirting with me. This isn't the same guy I'd noticed before. 

"Were they good?" 

"Huh?" 

"The sammies - ok?" 

"Yes, they hit the spot - dead on." 

Silence. Drumming of fingers on the table. Vacant stares at imaginary objects on the wall. 

What happened next will go down in the annals of Perve World history. 

Before I continue, dear spectator, I should tell you that unbeknownst to the Temple Inhabitants - the A-Team guys, in their infinite sneakiness, their unparalleled nosiness - had installed a surveillance camera and microphone in the kitchen. Thekitchen? Yes. Everyone migrates to the kitchen at some point of the day. What better place to get the goods on the sisters? Every action and sound was recorded and viewed - by the entire group now sequestered at Isobel's house. It was ironic that Hando had a front row seat when this tape was viewed... With that bit of info in mind, I'll share the rest of the tale...

I stood up to clear the dishes from the table and to kiss Dom goodnight/good morning before getting a cat nap before everyone else awoke. I could see that he wasn't into any further pursuit of our play from before, and felt like he wanted to be the one to instigate a tryst. You know - that macho guy thing. There would be plenty of time for that, I thought.

Hungry lips and teeth nips on my neck as I rinsed my dish off. Hands pulling me back to his groin, grinding his bolt on my ass. I dropped the plate in the sink, breaking it into smithereens.

I was whirled around and carried to the table. The crash of the silverware, glasses, and plates being whisked off the table, onto the floor surely woke everyone within a mile radius. He set me down, rather roughly, and pulled me to the edge...for better access.

"Oh Dominic..." 

"Yeah, that's right. Say my name," he paused to command while ripping my tank off with his teeth. 

"Dommmmiinnnnnnic," I muttered over and over. Watching, stupefied, as he became Captain Studley. Disposing of my boxers, he slowed the train down to marvel at my folds and the nectar beginning to flow freely.

"I love looking at it. You think that 's strange?" he queried. 

"No more than me appreciating a nicely shaped cock." I felt his fingers drawing an outline, covering my skin with my wetness. 

"Figs." 

"What did you say?" I admit, I wasn't really paying attention to his mouth, as his fingers had me as a captive audience. 

"Tha's what it reminds me of... the inside of a fig. Ever had one?" 

"It's been ages since I've eaten one, but yes..." I was experiencing difficultly with forming words. 

Lips, tongue, mouth engulfing my sex - eating me as if I was the only fruit for miles. "Mmm, you are sweeter. Juicer. Christ, you are ready - aren't you?" 

"Please...don't stop," I cried. Damn, but he was good at this. His nimble mechanic's fingers working in conjunction with his mouth. The room tilted in my vision and I came, screaming his name...

Not giving me a moment to regroup, he rose and coated his head in my honey. Oh he was becoming evil...fassst. 

"You look like you need a good fucking. Probably been ages since you had one." 

He dove in - one shot. All the way home. Didn't pass Go...Didn't collect $200. 

"Yeah, see? You needed a real man to fill that hole. Feels good, huh? Want some more?" Pulling out, sliding in. 

I would have given my left arm to him if he asked. His low delicious voice and dirty talk along with his impressive girth was more than I could stand. I agreed to every word that came out of his mouth. As long as he kept rogering me like that...

"C'mere." He pulled me off the table and turned me, wanting entry from behind. I bent over the table and felt him ease back in. 

"Ooooo yessss, like that, Dom...fuck me..." I squealed. 

"Feel that? Yeah. S'what it's supposed to feel like. Mmm. Love watching your arse bounce like that, love. He had changed from the machine gun fuck to the sledgehammer shove. He was killing me. I wanted to cum so bad, but he wasn't allowing it. Not until I answered his questions correctly.

"You wish you had someone like me all the time, don't you?" 

"Yessss." A fast hard push in, kissing my womb. I moaned with pleasure. 

"Someone to fuck you good and proper, right?" 

"Oh yessssss..." Thank you master, may I have another? 

"No more of that limp dick shit, right?" 

"No!" So close. I was about to beg. 

"Your snatch doesn't know what's happening...never had it so good, huh? 

"Noooo...please, Dominic...let me come....I need to..." 

He drew his arms around my waist and went to town. He was incredible! The energy he had! I wouldn't last two days with this bloke! It was great! His skin slapped against mine, balls tapping my clit in the most exquisite fashion.

Out of nowhere came this, "I'm fuckin your Sheila, Hando...whatcha say about that? I'm takin' reaal good care of her like you asked, mate. No worries." 

"Oh god, FUCK meEEE, Dominic!" 

Sitting on the back steps, sharing an obligatory celebration doobie, we talked about the sisters. Seems that he is very taken with Ann. I urged him to go for it, and he said he was thinkin' bout it. Good to see his confidence level rise. Instead of self-deprecation, he was being positive.

His ongoing apologies to me as we cleaned up broken glass and plates from the kitchen were wearing on me. 

"Dom, enough! You didn't hurt me. I can still walk - somewhat! Ha!" 

"Those things I said...they were just..." 

"I know, Dom. No one has to know. It was just you and me, right? Just promise me you won't back down from Hando any more. He's lookin' for you to stand up to him.

Believe me." 

Nodding his agreement, he tied up the garbage bags and surveyed our work. "Apples?" 

"Figs, even!" 

We tittered at my comment, and walked back to our rooms. Dominic startled me once again. "Christ, I can't help myself around you..." Stopping my forward motion, he drew me to his chest and kissed me - differently than before. It seems we were doing this all back-asswards. His lips were gentle and kind - a first date kiss. Holding my head in his hands, he kept plying me with his desire until I gave myself over - completely.

"Let me show you, Teener...Let me..." 

"Anything, Dominic. I'm yours." I breathed, blind in my need and desperate to acquiesce to his request. 

In gallant fashion, he carefully lifted me into his arms, and carried me to his room. His room. 

For a few hours I was his girl, in his room.