Moments later, her breathing slows, and I watch as her body relaxes and melts into sleep. For several long minutes, I watch her chest move up and down, memorizing the way she looks at her most vulnerable, when all of her walls are down and her trust in me is clear to see. She’s not tense or rolled into a ball to hide herself. She’s lying on her side facing me, naked, and still wet with my cum and her arousal. Her hands are beneath her cheek, and her lips are parted.
When she starts to softly snore, I sigh, then reluctantly slip from the bed. I don’t want to leave her, but not being able to stick to my usual PT routine in the morning has been a struggle for me. I’ve done a revised version of my usual calisthenics workout in the bedroom while Doll has slept, but long term, I need to find a better solution.
Pulling the comforter over her nakedness, I grab my cell, then walk silently out of the bedroom and head down to my basement gym. Opening the security app on my cell, I select thebedroom cameras from the menu, then keep the live stream of her sleeping open in my hand while I descend the stairs into the basement.
The bed I ordered for her was delivered yesterday while she was taking a nap. After checking the camera stream on my cell, I start to open the boxes. It takes almost an hour to build the frame and get the mattress in place. The store I bought the bed from also sold sheets and comforters, so once I dispose of all the trash, I make the bed up with soft sheets, pillows, a comforter, and a soft, warm blanket. I won’t be able to run outside, but at least by bringing her down here with me, I’ll be able to see her and concentrate on my routine workout without having to be apart from her.
Turning off the lights, I climb the stairs back to our bedroom and slip beneath the comforter, pulling her carefully into my arms the moment I can. When I feel the familiar weight of her body beside mine, I relax, and my heartbeat starts to slow. Even being downstairs was too far away from her, cementing the decision that leaving my job was the right thing to do.
There’s no way I’d be able to be away from her for four days. I doubt I could last four hours, because my only job now is to take care of my doll. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep with her ass pressed against my dick, my arm banded around her waist and her back pressed into my chest.
My body wakes up before my alarm clock can sound, the same way it has every day since I was a child. But unlike my life before Octavia, now I feel a pull to ignore my itching need to follow a schedule, and wonder if staying here and breeding my wife would feel better.
Her soft, smooth skin pressed against mine is addictive, making me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of. I’ve always known myself to be pragmatic and rigid. I like what I like, in the way I like it, and I know how to make my life as uncomplicatedas possible. I’ve spent thirty-eight years doing the same thing over and over because it’s what makes me feel the most…at peace.
Until her.
Now I still need the structure, routine, and patterns that I’ve spent a lifetime perfecting, but I need her too. I need her weight beside me in bed. Her disorder and needs and noise in my home. I need her perfect, poofy, girly clothes beside mine in the closet and her favorite things all over our home.
Simply put, in a life that until now has been dictated by doing things in exactly the same way over and over, I need her chaos. Because my doll is chaos. Utterly perfect chaos.
I don’t want to wiggle free of her warmth, but with every second that passes, I feel the need to stay on schedule gnawing at me. Louder and louder in ever-increasing volume, my brain reminds me that I work out at 0500 hours, that today is Saturday, that I do calisthenics on Saturday, and that in three minutes, I’ll be late.
Reluctantly sliding my arm from beneath her, I press a soft kiss to her shoulder before I slip out of bed and head into the bathroom. Once I’ve finished my morning ablutions, I take a pair of my workout shorts from my dresser and pull them on. Finding the blanket I ordered just for this purpose, I wrap Doll up in it, then carefully lift her from the bed and into my arms.
Walking slowly so as not to jostle her, I leave our bedroom and descend the stairs into the basement. Dimming the lights so they won’t wake her, I peel back the comforter on the bed against the wall, place her onto the mattress, then cover her over, making sure she’s warm and peacefully sleeping.
As I step back, my heart hammers, then slowly settles. I’m two minutes late, which I take a mental note to accommodate for tomorrow. But even though the nagging feeling of being delayed claws at me, flagellating me from the inside out, I ignore it andinstead start my usual workout, half my attention on exercising, half on her.
I have exactly sixteen minutes left of my workout when Doll starts to stir, her tiny body moving beneath the comforter and blanket I wrapped her in to carry her down here. When she stretches, then pushes the comforter down and sits up, I falter, losing all concentration and swaying to the side until I have to release my hold on the push-up grips and lower my body to the mat.
“Knight,” Octavia says, her voice rough with sleep.
“Good morning, wife,” I greet her, grabbing the towel I laid out and wiping the sweat from my chest.
“Where am I?” she asks, blinking as she sits up fully and glances around the gym.
“The gym.”
“Clearly. But where are we, and why the fuck am I here?” she asks, trying to sound angry, but clearly still too sleepy to sound truly intimidating.
“We’re in the basement, and you’re here because I couldn’t do my full PT in our bedroom,” I tell her.
“This is the basement?” she asks, turning to assess the space. The first third of the basement is set up as a gym with all the equipment I use and some things I thought Octavia might use when I had assumed she would work out alongside me each morning. Beyond the equipment are a hot tub and ice bath, and against the far wall is a swimming pool.
“Is that a pool?” she asks, turning from the pool to me.
“Yes. If you’d like, we can build a pool outside too, but having an indoor pool means it can be used all year round, regardless of the weather.”
“That’s…” She trails off, then blinks, frowns, and huffs, slapping her hands against the comforter. “Why am I here? I fell asleep upstairs. Wait. I’m in a bed. Why is there a bed inthe gym? Is this where you bring women to fuck them?” As she speaks, her face turns red, and her voice gets louder until she’s shouting.
I wait for her to finish speaking before I answer her questions.
“You’re here because I work out at 0500 hours. You fell asleep upstairs, and I carried you down here this morning. Yes, you’re in a bed. I built it last night so you could continue to sleep, as you expressed to me that you didn’t want to work out with me.”
Despite my calm and rational answers, my doll seems to be getting more irate instead of being soothed. “Are you fucking serious?” she yells. “And you didn’t answer about fucking women in here.”
“I’m unsure what part you believe I am lying about?” I question.
