I look up at Selwyn to give him a false smile. He frowns and picks up his wineglass. My gaze drops back down to my full plate.
“Come here.”
My fork clangs loudly as it crashes down on the china. Robotically, my body obeys, and I get to my feet. My heart is pounding. Fast and frantic. I make it halfway down the table before my knees can no longer hold me. I’m trembling too much. Now I’m frozen. My instincts have balked and rebelled and are refusing to allow me to walk upto my punishment. The only sound is the blood rushing in my ears.
“Laurie,” Selwyn says softly. “I will not hurt you.”
His voice is sad. Pained, almost. As if my fear is abhorrent.
Tentatively, I raise my head. His gold-flecked eyes are intense. They are all I can see. His horns and pointed ears have faded away. He almost doesn’t look like a monster from ancient tales.
He pats his lap. “Come, sit.”
I blink. Oh. He doesn’t want to punish me? He has other, dirtier, things on his mind? That’s not so bad. I lick my lips. I cannot see any anger in his eyes. I think I can trust him. In this, at least.
I draw in a shaky breath and force my feet to move. As soon as I am within reach, he takes my waist and pulls me the rest of the way.
Now I am sitting on his firm and muscular lap, facing the table. My heart is still beating far too fast. He has to be feeling it shaking my ribs against his chest.
His elegant fingers move to his plate, and he picks up a piece of venison. He brings it to my lips.
Oh. Oh my goodness. I was not expecting this.
Obediently, I open my mouth. He places the juicy morsel on my tongue. As soon as his fingers retreat, I chew. Flavours dance along my tongue. The food is delicious, but it is the act of being fed that is consuming all of my attention.
He feeds me several mouthfuls in perfect silence. Juices are beginning to run down my chin. This is very messy. But he is enjoying it. I can feel his erection growing underneath my ass.
And actually, being held like this, all pressed up against his very masculine body… isn’t bad at all. And the brief feel of his fingers in my mouth, is doing strange things to me.
I reach for the napkin, but he stops me. His head moves, and suddenly his hot tongue is licking along my jaw and up to the corner of my mouth where the meat juices have escaped. A long, lascivious lick that sears through my flesh and tingles throughout my entire body all the way down to my toes.
A soft whimper escapes me, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Are you hard for me, Little Lamb?”
His breath dances along my ear, a low growl that only I can hear. I shudder, and realise he is right. I am hard. So very, very hard.
I nod.
He chuckles.
He feeds me another piece of meat and then licks all around my mouth and jaw. My head falls back.
This is obscene. Mother would not approve. But it is my husband I need to appease now, not her. Besides, part of me is refusing to believe this is wrong. This is my husband. My master. I am his consort and his vessel. Our union is all about intimacy and sex. Pleasure for pleasure's sake is not shameful, is it?
“Do you want me to make you cum, my Little Lamb?”
I nod fervently.
He chuckles again. “Give me your words, Laurie.”
“Please,” I gasp immediately, with no hesitation at all.
His hand drops to the skirt of my robes. He slides the silks up, then the heat of his bare hand is on the naked skin of my thigh. He caresses me. His hand glides along my bareskin, all the way up to my cock. His fingers wrap around me.
I buck up and cry out. His touch is firm. Commanding. And the shock of it short-circuits my mind. I was never allowed to touch myself, so this sensation burns with newness.
His hand moves, and straightaway I’m gasping and mewling like something truly pathetic. My body is twisting and rocking, all uncoordinated and ungraceful.
