“Can’t wait to eat it.”Zee kissed her ear, his fingers lightly stroking her bare mound underneath her skirt.“And maybe, my sweet sub, I’ll have you for dessert.”
“Whatever pleases you, Master.”Ella rested her head against the smooth muscled plane of his body, as Zee’s arm held her in place.
His fingers circled over her labia.He tapped the sensitive flesh once, twice, and Ella moaned in part frustration, part pleasure.
“You please me, my love.”Zee spun her to his front and kissed her long and hard.
Ella ran her fingertips over his familiar face, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss, his tongue circling hers, until his cock twitched in his slacks.
“How is Josie?”Zee reached for his tea and took a sip.
Ella sighed contentedly in his arms, and he would keep her here forever if he could.
But he wanted more.
He wanted to accomplish more, though his reasons for that, as he had his slave on his lap in their cozy great room with the sun setting, were hard to reach for.
“She’s good.I love helping her, Zee.She was so generous to everyone we met at the newcomer’s kitchen today.”
“Yeah?”Zee blew a soft breath against her neck.She arched against him, moaning, sending twinges of need through him like a rushing stream.
“So many people in need.One of their ovens was on the fritz.”
“That is sad.”Zee cocked an eyebrow.“And how much did the oven cost me?”His hands swept over her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her hardened nipples.
“Nothing we can’t afford.”Her voice became small, but breathy.He pulled her away from him so he could see her face.
And couldn’t help the answering smirk spread across his.“Ella?”
“Almost six thousand,” Ella muttered.“But they needed it.”
“No doubt they did, and you have the most generous heart for giving it to them.I seem to remember that we had a rule that any purchase over five thousand dollars was supposed to be consulted on?”
She ducked her head; her cheeks flamed, but a small smile played about her mouth.
This was a kind of joke between them.
When they first had money, Ella used to call Zee about every little purchase she made, never being comfortable spending it.
So he instituted the rule that unless it was over five thousand dollars, she didn’t have to run it by him.
This was the first time she actually spent that much.Even the vacations she’d arranged, she did with his input, usually in bed or in Zee’s home office.
“I thought that was for the home, Master.”Her fingers dug into his arms slightly, and Zee knew she hadn’t intended to do it.He didn’t miss the hitch in her breathing and how she wiggled on his lap.
“You wouldn’t be arguing with me, would you, my dear heart?”He tugged her hair, cocked an eyebrow.
She squirmed on his lap, grinding on his thigh, pleading with her eyes.
“No, I should have texted you.I’m sorry, Master.”
“Ah Ella, your impulsive heart has gotten you in trouble before.”Zee kept his tone light but steely.“What are you going to ask me for now?”He wound her hair around his fist, pulled her neck back.Her tongue poked out, her fingertips reaching for purchase.
“Please punish me, Master.”
Her words flowed into him like desire-filled honey, thick and syrupy, sending him right into Dom space.
“Upstairs.Fetch the acrylic paddle with the hearts, leave it on the nightstand and wait kneeling on the armchair, your back to the door.I want you naked and your tits hanging over the top of the chair.”
