“Shh,” he interrupts, kneading my breast as he leans forward to kiss my neck. “You’re used to a semblance of control. But right now, you’re mine to take care of, Blair.I’min control and you’re going to love every second of it. But you have to be a good girl,okay? I’ll give you what you want. Better yet—I’ll give you what youneed. All you have to do is relax and do as you’re told.”
He feeds me another bite and I take it because I want to be good for Wes. I want to behis. I want to feel safe and in Wes’s arms, that’s what I am. Safe. Watched over. Protected. When he grips my breast harder, I groan and squirm in his lap.
“Everyday since your arrival, I’ve found myself floundering, not sure how to feed my soul.” His hand travels over to my other breast to grab and tease me. With his other hand, Wes feeds me another bite and waits until I’ve swallowed before continuing.
“And it’s only now that I realized how to feed it.”
“How?”
He hums thoughtfully before his hand slides down my chest and teases the waistband of my pants.
“Do you really want to know?” he whispers.
I nod. My breath catches as his fingers slip beneath my waistband. His hand cups my mound and I choke as the tips of his fingertips slide far enough down to tease my clit. When he applies pressure I shift my hips forward in an attempt to grind against his hand.
He chuckles. “That’s right, baby girl. I’ve got what you need. I’ve gotyou.”
Wes circles my clit as he offers me another bite of dinner. This time, too focused on the pleasure building between my legs, I turn my head away from the fork coming toward my face.
“No more food,” I object.
Wes’s fingers stop toying with my clit. I whine in protest and he chuckles in response.
“You want more, baby girl?” he asks. At my nod, he tuts. “Then you have to finish your dinner.”
“I’m not hungry for food, Wes.”
“But I thought you wanted to know how I’ve managed to start feeding my soul?” he asks. “Well, this is it, baby girl. I made avow to care for the people around, to be present and to help wherever I’m needed. So far, I’ve stood by my promise, but I think deep down some part of me was waiting. Waiting for you. You need me more than anyone else, Blair. I can feel it. The thought of serving you feeds my soul purpose.”
I stiffen, surprised by his words and uncertain that he’s telling the truth.
“Wes…” I start.
His fingers pinch my clit. The move is unexpected and the sharp bite of pain startles me but as I yelp, Wes’s finger soothes the pinch by rubbing small circles against my most sensitive area. My eyes flutter shut and I groan at the instant pleasure. Immediately, I begin to rock my hips, attempting to create more friction.
“Eat, Blair,” he orders.
My eyelids open slowly and I see the fork hovering by my face. I open my mouth and take the bite, chewing quickly and swallowing just as fast.
“All the care I’ve administered, all the patience I’ve gained over the years, has been all to better serve you,” Wes says, his fingers slipping from my clit to slide lower.
Two thick fingers slide inside of me and I cry out. The sound is breathy and turns into a keen as he pumps those fingers in and out slowly. The motion is almost lazy.
Damn does this feelgood.
After days of feeling like I'm walking on eggshells, relaxing into Wes and his touch feels like heaven.
“Do you like this, Blair?” he asks, his thumb brushing over my swollen clit.
I nod, my breath caught in my throat. My legs begin to tremble. I reach out to grab the edge of the island as tension begins to coil in my lower abdomen.
Wes chuckles. “Do you want to cum, Blair?”
“Y-yes,”I choke out.
“Then tell me you need me.”
His fingers pump harder, with more determined strokes. I arch back into him as the world around me narrows. I’m wrapped up in Wes in every way. His scent is delicious, his words touching, and his fingers are oh-so capable.
