“Outside of reading erotic romance, no,” Addison said.
“My porn collection is fairly standard,” Devon said.
“Well, keep doing what you’re doing,” Connie told them.
They stared after her for several moments. The silence was bordering on uncomfortable.
Before he could ask if she was ready to go to lunch, Addison whispered, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this. Are you okay with this?”
He brushed the backs of his fingers along her chin. “You’ve got this. Just imagine you’re ordering around brand new butter bars fresh out of OCS.”
That got him a quick smile. “I’m sorry ahead of time,” she said.
“For what?”
“Because when we walk out of this room, I’m going to be the bitchiest bitch that ever bitched.”
He grinned. “Lead the way.”
Addison took a deep breath and marched out the door. Devon pulled it shut behind him and fell in behind her, arms behind his back, eyes on the backs of her shoes. The off-white pants she’d changed into hugged her hips and ass. He didn’t mind having to trail behind her at all.
They entered the dining room—more formal than the room where they’d had breakfast. Addison paused just inside the entrance. Taking a chance, he glanced up and scanned the room. A table stretched almost the entire length of the room and damned if there wasn’t a man wearing a collar and leash around his neck sitting on the floor next to a woman.
Devon’s butt cheeks clenched when he saw the man had a tail. Considering he was naked except for the collar, it didn’t look like a clip-on. Other men stood behind chairs, some knelt next to them, one woman sat on the lap of one man while another fed her.
In the pale blue button-down shirt and black slacks, Devon felt overdressed compared to the other men in the room since the vast majority of them wore little to no clothing.
Addison stopped behind a chair next to Paige. He pulled it out and then helped her scoot in. And waited.
Several moments later, she snapped her fingers and shook her head. “Hello? Food?”
Devon startled, but recovered quickly. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Get plates for Paige and Connie as well,” she said.
He nodded and went to the food-laden tables set up along the side of the room. Under normal circumstances, he’d ask what she wanted but since he should know what she liked, being her toy and all, he selected food he thought she’d want based on the few meals they’d had together. He fixed additional plates for Connie and Paige and carried them back to the table, setting them in front of the ladies.
“Where’s mine?” Graham asked with a shit-eating grin.
Devon’s mouth pinched, and he glared at his boss.
“You can get your own,” Addison said. “Devon needs to feed me before he eats. Sit.” She pointed at the chair next to her.
Devon smirked at Graham before pulling out the chair next to Addison. He spread a cloth napkin on her lap and cut a small piece of prime rib to feed her.
Watching the fork slide sensuously from between her lips had his cock tenting his pants within seconds. He would never describe himself as submissive, but he understood the appeal of this lifestyle. Maybe not the dog tail butt plug part, but serving someone, seeing to their needs, making them happy…that he got. Aside from walking behind Addison and assuming a submissive pose, he wasn’t doing anything he wouldn’t do if they were in a real relationship.
If they were in an actual relationship, he’d go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
“Tsarevna?” Paige stopped the woman as she passed. “Would it be possible to use your computer after lunch? I’d like to finish my work so I can enjoy the rest of the afternoon.”
“Of course,” she said. “I’ll have one of my staff escort you. Is thirty minutes enough time to finish your lunch?”
“Plenty of time, thank you.”
“Tsarevna, is there a path down to the water? Other than the one we came up on from the dock?” Addison asked.
“I believe so, why?”
“I’ve never been to the Black Sea. I like to take pictures of my feet in different bodies of water. Proof that I’ve been there.”
He didn’t know if that was true or not, but it presented the perfect cover for asking.
A patronizing smile formed. “How quaint. Yes, there are several paths that lead down to the water. Any of the staff can direct you.”
Addison returned Tsarevna’s fake smile with one of her own. “Thank you.”
She took the fork from Devon’s hand. “Go eat. I don’t want to be stuck inside all afternoon.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said in a low voice.
