“You just looked, I don’t know, a little happy when I suggested them. I assumed you really liked them, is all.”
Maybe I did let a little of my relief about the oatmeal slip out and onto my face. “I was happy with your choice, but not because I love waffles, because you hate oatmeal.”
“I don’t hate it,” she protests. “It’s edible.”
“Only edible? So why do you eat it?”
“It’s healthy and nutritious,” she repeats that mantra that someone, probably Larissa, drilled into her head.
“So is fruit and yogurt, eggs, whole wheat toast. Even waffles.”
She blinks at me. “I didn’t realize my eating oatmeal was a big deal to you.”
I shake my head. “It’s not the oatmeal. It’s that you do what is expected of you, Imogen, even when you don’t want to. All the damn time.”
“You don’t think I should do what’s expected of me?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. How did waffles and oatmeal get this complicated? “Sometimes it’s okay to say no. To push back when you don’t like doing something. To tell someone to go fuck themselves if they make an absurd rule that makes you feel uncomfortable.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her green eyes widening as she stares up at me. She visibly steels herself before speaking. “I don’t like not wearing panties. I like panties.”
Despite not wanting to show her my reaction, I can’t help the shit-eating grin that spreads across my face. “Then, you’re free to wear panties whenever you like.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Her brows pinch in a frown as she fails to hide her reaction, another layer of her armor slipping away. “So the no-panty thing was some kind of test?”
“Not exactly a test. An exercise designed to encourage you to speak up for yourself.”
Her frown intensifies, and she appears deep in thought now. “But you punished me.”
“Well, that was just for fun.” I slide my arms around her waist, holding her close. “I’ll still make you some rules to break, baby. I’ll push you, especially when it comes to your body, and I’ll enjoy punishing you, but I’ll never hurt you.”
A rough sigh escapes her as she takes a moment to consider what I just said. “I think I understand. But, if I can wear panties, what about youraccess, sir?”
“Do you really think a pair of panties will stop me?”
She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her beautiful tits against my bare chest. “No,” she purrs. Her breath is warm on my face, her scent addictive and intoxicating. I fucked her three times last night and I still want her again.
“I’ll make us waffles and then I’ll reward you for telling me the truth about what you want. How does that sound?”
Her breath catches in her throat. Still so curious and naive, and that’s something I hope she never loses. “Wh-what’s my reward, sir?”
I nuzzle her neck, cock already aching for her. “As many orgasms as you can handle, angel.”
Chapter 38
Lincoln
I feel her eyes on me the entire time I’m clearing away the breakfast dishes, like a seductive caress on my skin.
“I would have been happy to do that,” she says.
“I know that. But I’m perfectly capable of clearing some dishes.” I enjoyed cooking for her, even though it’s something I rarely do. Surprisingly, I enjoy taking care of her in the smallest of ways, especially as I’m sure she never had much of this in her life before.
When I’m done, she’s still watching me, her eyes raking hungrily over my body. I crack my neck and smirk at her. “Was there something else I was supposed to do after breakfast?”
