“Request denied,” I said.
I crossed my legs again, slow and languorous, making sure he saw that I had no panties on, that my pussy was totally bare.
What better way to taunt him with what he couldn’t sink his cock into?
First I ate my steak and potatoes, breaking the bone when I was done and sucking the marrow out of it as he watched me with hungry eyes.
Then I laid out the doggie bowl and pushed it toward him. I bent over, his eyes following the line of my thighs, and put in a big scoop of potatoes and a few pieces of cut steak.
“Here. Don’t forget to lick it up when you’re done.”
Give in, I thought to myself as he stared at the bowl.You know you want to.
But he bent over the bowl with his massive shoulders, hands braced on the floor and flushing all the way to his hairline, first catching the steak with sharp teeth, then trying to eat the potatoes as neatly as he could.
Something was pressing against the dark fabric of his slacks, but in the shifting shadows I couldn’t tell what it was for sure.
The sight of him on his hands and knees eating the food I gave him was very satisfying. A little too satisfying.
“Now lick the bowl.”
For a moment, Silas glared up at me and defiance flared in his eyes as his knuckles curled on the floor. His breathing sounded ragged in the quiet of the library.
Something pulled deep in my belly, but I ignored it.
“You don’t have to do this,” I reminded him airily. “You can stop anytime you want. You’re completely free to go.”
“No.”
He bent down and began to lick the bowl, his tongue flicking out as he licked up the mashed potatoes.
And now I could see there was definitely something hanging low and heavy between his legs. That big cock he used so delicately on me. Because the rough stuff was for his affair partner, and the boring sex was for me.
“Good pet,” I said. “You can take a piece of steak from my fingers now. For cleaning your doggie bowl.”
He started to get up.
“Oh, no,” I corrected. “You’ll crawl to me.”
Silas chewed on his lip but instantly started to move, the bell on his collar tinkling. Watching my harsh, cold husband crawl submissively toward me was doing something to my insides, which was unfortunate because I absolutely loathed him.
I held out a piece of steak as he got closer and my husband opened his mouth for it, tongue brushing my fingers as he sucked the meat into his mouth.
He was breathing heavily, pupils dilating, his cock knocking into the leg of the couch.
“Mistress, may I have another?”
“Aw, did that turn you on?” I said coolly. “Who said you could get hard? Naughty. Go back to your bed.”
The throbbing in my pussy was now truly pissing me off as I watched him crawl back to his bed and turn around.
“Why are you doing this, Silas? Just go be with Whitleigh.”
His eyes darkened further, another dark lock of hair falling, curling over his ears.
“I wantyou,” he growled. “I don’t want her. I never wanted her.”
“You never wanted her? After your whole tearful speech about how you justhadto seek her out for special spanking purposes?”
