More than anything, I just wanted to servehim. I must admit, it was thrilling. I’ve literally never done this before—dated,orphysically fed someone a meal.
The only person who’s ever eaten here with me is Yari, and even that was just a few random working lunches or dinners. For the most part, I’m alone up here. Certainly no one has ever lounged around with me. Andno onehas ever come into my bedroom before.
I falter, considering whether Angel would want to… spend the night.
Up here… In my bed.Withme.
Is that something he would want? Would I??
Could I even allow that? On the surface, it seems pretty stupid.
Sleeping next to someone is the ultimate act of intimacy, another thing I’ve never done. You have to trust that the person won’t try to kill you in your sleep.
Do I trust that Angel won’t? I mean, I’ve had him cuffed for this exact reason. I think…
He talks about killing me all the time… But then, he’s had several opportunities, and he hasn’t done it yet…
Falling asleep with him would leave me open, and vulnerable—in more ways than one. But specifically sleeping next to him gives him a perfect opportunity to kill me. Or worse… Leave. He couldleavewhile I’m asleep.
What if he escapes??
I don’t think he would, because where would he go? He’s been here of his own accord for months. Still, it’s not really a risk I want to take.
Pushing those nagging thoughts away for now, I set down the tray of dessert on the table, and Angel is immediately perked up, eyes gleaming.
I chuckle. “Awfully eager for someone who claims to be stuffed to the brim.”
“Iknow, but that looks so good,” he whines, biting down on his plump lower lip while he leans in closer to examine the confection. “What is it? It smells like arequipe…”
I take a seat next to him, nice and close. “Oh, you’re good. I had something similar at this Peruvian place in the city that I love, so I had the chef recreate it. It’s a tres leches with brown butter arequipe cake and passionfruit buttercream.”
The face he’s making has me nearly toppling over.
“What are youdoingto me…” He whimpers, wiggling in place.
“I don’t know how I knew it, but something just told me you were a sweet tooth,” I laugh. He pins me with a look that’s both sheepish and petulant. “You’re not toofull, then?”
Angel peeks at me, eyes dropping to my mouth. “Maybe just a little taste…”
“Good boy,” I whisper, and he shivers, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
Okay, then. That’s a reaction…
Swiping my finger into the frosting, I move it up to his mouth. And like the perfectly tempting creation he is, he keeps his eyes on mine as he licks it off. Slowly, swirling his tongue before sucking my fingertip between those pouted lips.
“That’s my good little sweet tooth,” I rumble, holding back despite the hearty thump in my balls that has me ready to attack him.Patience.
He sucks thoroughly enough to ensure he gets every drop of sugar before slurping off with a hum.
“So good,” he purrs.
“Want more?” I hum.
He nods slowly.
Scooping some cake onto the fork, I feed it to him. It has to be the most satisfying thing ever. Not only am I just giving him food to eat, but for the last hour I’ve been physicallyfeedingit to him. Forking delicate bites into his waiting mouth, watching his jaw move, and his throat dip. Seeing that pink tongue swiping flavor from his lips.
I’ve been in fuckingagonythis whole time.
