My gaze dances between him and the plate on the floor. The meal is made up of rice and meat stirred into a thick sauce. “There’s no cutlery or bread.” My lips part. “How do you expect me to eat this?”
Sighing, he reaches for something in his pocket. A long red ribbon appears in his hands.
I scoff, “I can’t eat with a?—”
“Shh.” His hands are in my hair before I can stop him, tying my hair into what feels like a loose bun. “Now you won’t get food in your pretty hair.” He pats me on the shoulder.
My lips open, then close again. I glance at my plate on the floor, my stomach flipping. He actually expects me to?—
“If you eat nicely, you will be rewarded. But any more bratty behaviour and you will be punished.” His eyes glitter from the starlight streaming in through the windows. “The choice is yours,pet.” Before I can reply, he picks up his book and returns to his meal, his eyes focused on the pages as if he hasn’t just given me the most humiliating task.
Heat floods to my cheeks. I should pick up my plate and throw it in his face. My sisters would.
But I’m not them, and the desperate throbbing in my core is making it hard to think straight.
Breath shuddering, I tip myself onto all fours and lower my face to the food. It smells amazing. Tastes amazing, too. The first bite melts against my tongue.
I’ve eaten half of it when I feel his fingers sliding down my back, stroking my spine. “Such a good girl, Dahlia.”
It’s like pleasure ripples from his fingertips. I can’t help but sigh.
“Keep going,” he urges me, and I take another bite. “You’re doing so well.”
He continues stroking my back while I eat, humiliation burning inside me. But I don’t dare stop. I’m scared if I do, he’ll notice the fullness of my breasts and the liquid pooling between my thighs.
As I take my last mouthful, his hand slides down my spine again, but this time he doesn’t stop. My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as his fingers stroke past my rear, lower and lower, until he’s teasing my folds.
“Tauren…” I rasp. I want to move, but I can’t. I’m so close my thighs are shaking.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re submissive.” His fingers push inside me, and I whimper. “And you’re soaked too,” he chuckles. “You like it when I make you behave, don’t you?”
“No,” I rasp. But when his finger flick my clit, my walls clench. There’s nothing I can do. I come hard against his hand, rocking my hips shamelessly.
When he finally slides his fingers out, I can’t bring myself to look back at him. I just keep my gaze fixed on the empty plate in front of me. The worst part is, my entrance is still dripping with need.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He lifts me by my waist before I can refuse. Metal plates clatter to the floor as I’m placed on the edge of the table. My thighs part while he stands between them, nuzzling into my shoulder. “You did well.” He kisses my neck. “Would you like dessert now?”
“Dessert?” I manage.
He pulls away, smiling. “I have your favourite.” Reaching behind me, he retrieves something small and sweet-smelling.
“Chocolate…” I grin.
He nods, then pops the whole thing into his mouth without lifting his gaze from me.
My grin turns to a scowl. But before I can strangle him, his lips press against mine.
I sigh. Chocolate overwhelms my senses, along with the rich taste ofhim. I moan into his mouth, lapping it up needily. After this, chocolate on its own will never satisfy me again.
When the chocolate eventually melts, he pulls away. But then he stops.
Glancing down, his lips twitch. “If you want more, you need to let me go, my darling.”
My hand is gripping the dark fabric of his shirt.
Face hot, I release him.
He chuckles and reaches behind me for another. Before he can bring it to his lips, I catch his wrist. His brows quirk questioningly. “Is the chocolate not to your liking?”
