Olivia Sparks

The moon was high up in the dark and star-filled sky of Nisia, casting a soft beam which filtered through the glass balcony door in Maxen's bedroom. It illuminated the space and outlined two silhouettes lying still on the bed, even when it was the only source of light inside.

"Mmm," Olivia mewled and stirred in her sleep, writhing on the bed to find the perfect spot for her back. It was their fifth night at The Highlands, yet she felt something amiss on Maxen's bed every single night.

What she didn't know was Maxen's eyes shot open upon hearing her suggestive sound. Soon, the duvet tented below him, his little guy in a full mask in the middle of the night. He took in a sharp breath and twisted on the bed to reach for his wristwatch on the bedside table, reading the time.

Two in the morning.

He frowned. He didn't want to take a cold shower in the middle of the night. His plight would be really obvious if Olivia woke up and caught him taking a shower, so he stayed planted on the bed as he contemplated on what his next step should be. 

Since Olivia's hospitalization, he tried his best not to touch his wife unless she initiated it just so he could satisfy his wife's needs and his too.

But those short and sweet chapters left him wanting for more that a simple m.o.a.n from Olivia sent a signal to his tower even in his sleep.

Should he touch himself?

"Mmmmm. Yes, Max," Olivia said in her sleep, her voice low and sultry just like how Maxen loved to hear it.

Shifting on his side of the bed, he turned and laid on his side, his head propped on his knuckles. "Thinking about me, baby?" he asked, although he knew he wouldn't get an answer. Oftentimes, he would spy her sleeping until he, too, would fall asleep.

To his surprise, Olivia rolled to her side with her eyes still closed. She was now facing Maxen who was stifling a smile but failed when Olivia scrunched her nose as she drifted in her dreamland.

His smile then turned into a helpless grin when Olivia rubbed her foot on Maxen's leg, c.a.r.e.s.sing it with her toes in an upward and downward motion.

The sensation her touch created traveled from his legs, snaking up to the velvety tower that was now poking Olivia's belly.

Maxen did his best to stay still, but the guy had a mind of its own and twitched with every scr.a.p.e of Olivia's toe on the length of his leg.

"Baby," Maxen pleaded, holding in as much air as he could to keep himself from combusting. Was he this deprived that Olivia's mere touch would make him come in the middle of the night? 

If so, then he should extricate himself now and finish himself off in the bathroom, but his brain was screaming in his head, pleading with him to stay a little more and enjoy the different kind of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e he was swimming in at that moment. 

So he gave in a little, just a little. He could hold it in and when he's ready, he could sprint in the bathroom and dump everything in the toilet. "Almost there, baby," he coached Olivia who was in a deep sleep.

Slowly, horror painted Maxen's face when Olivia's eye opened, locking gazes with him. "What? What are you saying?" she asked in confusion, her brows furrowed as she scanned the room like she always did when her sleep was disturbed. 

It throwed her off balance that sometimes she couldn't distinguish a dream from reality because of them constantly moving between different houses.

Her hand swept under the duvet, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

"Oh, my gosh! There's a snake!" she screamed, punching the tenting figure on the bed. She dashed towards the door where a stationed guard would be at her disposal to kill the serpent for her.

When she came back inside with two armed men with their guns locked and loaded, ready to fire, all they saw was Maxen writhing in pain on the bed.

"There. Is. No. Snake," Maxen forced the words out of his mouth, his ears turned red at the pain of receiving Olivia's adrenaline shot on the most s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spot of his body.

"Maxen," Olivia gasped and her hands flew to her mouth when it finally dawned on her about what had happened. She quickly dismissed the two guards who left the bedroom whilst scratching their heads. 

Rushing to the bed, she pulled her hair by the scalp and crawled to where Maxen was squinting. She filled the empty glass on her bedside table with water and delivered him her peace offering. "I didn't know. I woke up disoriented, and I felt this cold and hard thing in my hand and snakes, snakes are cold to touch."

Maxen sighed. He reached out and cupped Olivia's cheeks, rubbing the pad of his thumb on it. She closed her eyes at his touch. He was the one who got hurt, but she was the one who got comforted. 

"Drink this first," she urged him.

Maxen peeled himself off the bed and leaned his back on the headrest and accepted the glass of water from his wife, angling up the glass that was pressed on his mouth to drink all the water up to quench the dryness in his throat.

His eyes darted to Olivia who was googly eyed as she watched his Adam's apple bob as he drank. "At least it wasn't a snake," he joked to lighten the mood.

"It is a snake. It's a boa constrictor." Olivia bit her bottom lip and slithered a hand on his leg. Her eyes flitted for a brief second on Maxen and she scoffed upon seeing the smug look on his face. She loved this arrogant side of him. It was a far cry from the manufactured prince that he would pull off during his public engagements. 

She knew she had to bring him to his release—with her hands, her mouth or both, but Olivia felt like playing a little more since her blood was still roaring in her veins from the shock she received a minute ago. 

So she pulled the duvet down to check his manhood for damages. Her eyes were laser-focused, ignoring the glint of amus.e.m.e.nt in Maxen's eyes as he propped the back of his head with his folded arms.

"It's still standing tall and proud, which is good. And no scratches too," she listed down her assessment but stopped and gulped when it twitched under her scrutinizing gaze. 

She wrapped her hand on the velvety rod that was hard as steel but was hot to the touch. Olivia swore she felt the burn between her legs.

Olivia heard the buzzing in her ears as her anticipation grew at Maxen's impending release. She wanted to lick and taste the bead of liquid on top of his manhood's head but staved off her hunger. 

Her goal was to see him crumble under her palms, his punishment for waking her up in the middle of the night, and that's exactly what needed to happen.