Chapter 8

He had awoken as soon as he had heard the rattling of the elevator.

He knew who would be walking into his room and a smug smirk clawed its way onto his face. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even as she made her way into his bed and finally, once her breathing became slow and even, he moved to look at her.

Oh how he loved how much she trusted him already. He had coached her in the last two months to rely on him; he would be her confidante, her re-assurer, her protector – oh the irony!

His train of thought was disturbed as she rolled onto her back and her shirt rode up to rest just below her breasts, giving him a delicious view of her thin frame. Her hip bones were prominent and her rib cage flared out – she looked so delicate, so breakable. Yet her feminine curves were unmistakable, luscious, flowing hips tapered out from her frame and balanced her large chest giving her a glorious hour glass shape.

Slowly he began to trace the bones from her ribs and goose bumps broke out across her flesh –

"Oh my word" he groaned as he watched her legs involuntarily twitch together at the knees followed by a mewled sigh.

He removed his fingers from her person and turned himself from her to stare down at his hardening member – ah well this won't do at all, Frank thought, there is still so much of the game to play before I can claim this prize…then again I am not one to deny myself pleasure…

"Sophie, Sophie darling I need to talk with you," he gently whispered in her ear.

He retracted his body from hers as he watched her slowly open her eyes and turn her body towards him – totally unaware of her shirt's dangerously lowered neckline that revealed a generous amount of cleavage as well as Frank's superior night vision.

"Hmmm, what is it Mr. Furter?" she replied groggily, rubbing her eyes.

He shivered at her form of address…he had been the one who had insisted she choose what to call him, it was a test he applied to all of his guests. Their decision informed him of what to expect from their character – Magenta and Riff Raff called him Frank-n-Furter out of respect for his royal status as well as due to their subservient roles, Columbia called him Frankie due to her bubbly and possessive nature, Eddy had called him Frank out of both respect, love, and comradery and yet she had chosen to call him Mr. Furter…

"Ah, well you see, I've had a terrible nightmare that has left me unable to sleep." He lied smoothly.

"Oh don't worry now it's ok I know exactly what to do," she began as she slowly crawled over to where he was lying in the bed, "I always find the weight of another person against me helps me to calm down." And with that she rested her hands against his chest and buried her head into the crook of his neck kissing it briefly before falling asleep instantly.

Frank purred with contentment, his plan had worked marvellously (of course). Once again, she had exceeded his expectations, the kiss on his neck still burning. He slowly began to stroke her long hair absent mindedly – soft and silky and amazingly long, as soon as he had discovered it he had forbidden her to restrict it to a bun ever again.

Ah what beautiful golden tresses, he admired as he continued to stroke her hair trailing his hand down her back and over her rear, thankful that her hair was so long.

Suddenly he felt her stir beside him and watched with mild shock as she raised her leg and hooked it around his back, crushing herself to him. He had watched her repeat this action many times with the blankets on his bed and knew it was a strange sleeping habit for her. He had fantasized of her once more repeating this action in a much different situation … many times … yet he had never expected it sooner.

"Oh you tricky little minx," Frank hissed under his breath as he felt her soft breasts rise and fall against his chest, tickling, teasing him. He was soon distracted by another infuriating action though –

"Oh," he groaned as she began to press her leg tighter into his back which, in turn, pressed her groin firmly against his own.

His cock twitched and began to harden briefly before he got himself under control. He wasn't the master of sexual experiences for no good reason. In order to pleasure as many people as he had, as efficiently as he had, one had to possess amazing self-restraint.

"This innocent little thing will be the death of my patience, and god knows I am not a patient man." Frank said to himself, running a hand through his hair, and with a deep breath he forced himself to sleep.