"Well, perhaps if you behaved like your little friend over there"— he tilted his head toward Becca, who was silentlycutting her food, her eyes lowered to the floor— "you'd earn yourself a plate."
"But I've been good," I whispered.
"I just want something solid. Just a little…pleeease."
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, tossing it carelessly on the table. Then he pushed his chair back, his legs spreading slightly. My heart sank.
"On your knees, princess." He said, patting his thigh.
"Show us how well you can behave. Come earn your supper like the good girl I know you can be."
I hesitated for a second, but the sound of my stomach growling again forced me forward. My knees slid across the cold tile floor until I was between his legs. Becca and Layla kept their eyes on their plates, not making a sound. This was beyond humiliating, but I need sustenance. I detested this. I hated how easy it was becoming for me to crawl.
His zipper came down slowly, and his cock sprang free, already half-erect. "Make it good, princess," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You want turkey and potatoes, don't you?"
I gripped his thigh, forcing down the bile that threatened to come up. I used every trick I learned from Atlas in the beginning, remembering how much I hated him when he degraded me, so I would just submit to get it over with as quickly as possible. He groaned as I took him into my mouth.
I worked my tongue along his shaft, licking and sucking the length of him. "Ahhh, that's it, princess, get me off like a good little slut. Your delicious dinner is waiting."
I gave him all I had. My head bobbed up and down while I massaged his nuts at the same time. Drool escaped from the corners of my lips, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to hurry so I could get this over with, and I could eat. This would be the best blowjob I ever gave anyone.
His cruel methods were working on both Becca and me. He had her submitting to the strap and God knows what else she endures during the day in that dungeon of hell, and I was on my knees sucking his fucking dick.
His grunts filled the room.
"Oh, princess, I am going to blow my load down your throat. Take it all. Don't spill a drop, or that oatmeal is your dinner for two more weeks."
I obeyed, slurping and drooling while he pumped into my mouth. He grabbed my head roughly, thrusting deeply. I gagged and choked while gasping for air, but I didn't break rhythm. He brutally fucked my tonsils, holding my head still while he emptied into my throat.
It felt like I was gonna hurl, but I swallowed every bit of his nasty release. I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I couldn't wait to drink some water to get rid of the bitter taste ofhim.
He zipped up and smiled, mean and cruel.
"There," he said. I just fed you plenty of protein for the night. What do you say to me for allowing you to suck my cock, princess?"
My heart sank. He wasn't going to give me anything to eat. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.
My lips trembled as I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I felt dejected, embarrassed and broken. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock." I said, clenching my fists at my side.
He adjusted himself, smiling.
"Well, since you thanked me so nicely." He grabbed some turkey from the plate and dangled it in front of me, like I was a dog begging for scraps, and I was! I automatically opened my mouth, and he dropped it in with a huge smirk on his face.
"That's a good girl right there." He said, patting me on the head. I chewed slowly, barely getting past the shame burning my cheeks. But God, it was everything. One bite of turkey, and it felt like I hit the lottery. He scooped up a spoonful of potatoes, and I opened my mouth immediately, savoring every bit of the creamy stuff. I closed my eyes and moaned.
He laughed cruelly while scooping another spoonful, adding a bit of turkey to it. Again, I opened my mouth like a little baby bird being fed in its nest.
His voice was smooth, with a hint of sarcasm in it.
"See, princess. All you have to do is behave, and you can enjoy all the great food my chef makes for us every night."
My face was hot with embarrassment, but I didn't care. Even though it was very little, it was worth it to taste actual food again. He stood up and clapped his hands.
"Enough, green eyes. As long as you don't cause any trouble tonight, you will earn some bacon and eggs in the morning."
