“Oh.” She shifted forward slightly.
“Lean back and try not to move, my sweet sub.”
“Okay.” She whimpered but laid back against my chest.
I feed her a piece of the shrimp next. She moaned.
My fingers ran up and down her slit. She gripped her bare thighs.
“Easy, sweetheart.” I tapped her fingers. “Don’t want you hurting yourself.”
She sighed.
“Open.” I dragged my finger through the sauce and painted her lips with it before pressing my finger in her mouth. “Suck.”
She closed her mouth around my finger and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked all the sauce off.
Next, I gathered a bite with steak and shrimp, making sure the sauce coated both pieces before I brought it to her lips. She opened wide and I held the food just out of her reach while I snaked my other finger between her folds, seeking her entrance. She was already soaking wet. Her pussy juices coated my fingers. I couldn’t wait to taste for myself.
She tried to bite down, but I bit her shoulder in warning. She relaxed back into me. I rewarded her with the food while pressing two fingers into her pussy.
“Ohh, god.” She gripped those thighs again. I continued feeding her while finger-fucking her pussy. Her face switched from agony to bliss as I touched and teased.
“Are you ready for dessert, Lucinda?” I grabbed the napkin and cleaned the juices off her lips, then placed the napkin over her lap.
“Oh, yes, Sir. Please,” she begged, clearly hoping dessert would bring her the release she desired. I hated to disappoint, but dessert was actually her favorite. Peanut butter and chocolate mousse.
If a sweet treat could bring someone to orgasm with one taste, it was my chef’s concoctions, part comfort, part aphrodisiac.
Once the dish was delivered, I lifted Lucinda and placed her on the chair I’d just exited.
Her head whipped around.
“I’m right here, Lucinda.” She gripped the chair but settled back. “Keep those legs open wide for me.”
She adjusted in her seat.
I retrieved a pillow from the bed and set it between her feet on the floor. I knelt next to her.
“When I tell you, you can remove the blindfold and enjoy your dessert.”
“Where are you going?” Her mouth hung open.
“I’ll be right here.”
I ducked under the table and pulled the chair in.
“Now, you finish all your mousse first, then I might let you come.”
“Sir?” Her chin jutted out but she gasped.
“Eat your dessert like a good girl.” She shifted and grunted as I placed two fingers inside of her.
I couldn’t see her, but I knew my Lucinda.
“And eat it like a lady.” I pinched her thigh. “One bite at a time.”
“How would you know?”
