His lips curl into a wicked grin. “Turn around.”
I obey, shivering under the weight of his gaze. The cool kitchen air prickles against my skin.
“Lovely,” he breathes. “Now, bend over the counter with your ass facing me. I want you to touch yourself, but you aren’t allowed to come.”
This is deliciously filthy. I bend over the counter, leaning on one elbow and gliding my fingers down to my pussy. The first touch makes me shudder. A low sound comes from behind me, almost a growl. My thighs tremble. The knowledge that he’s right there, seeing everything, sends electricity through every inch of my skin. I’m performing and indulging all at once.
“You’re a beautiful sight, my pet. Take your time and let me enjoy this.”
His appreciation gives me confidence. I tease my clit, circling my finger slowly, careful not to get too worked up. Knowing he can see how wet I am makes me want to give him the best show I can.
I hear him move to the stove and add the vegetables to a skillet. I can’t resist peeking over my shoulder, and there’s a noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Eyes forward, my pet.” His voice carries an edge that makes my core clench.
I snap my gaze back to the cool marble under my forearm. His voice fills my thoughts as I sink a finger into my pussy and start fucking myself.
“Good girl.” The words roll over me like warm honey. “Now, take your fingers out and taste yourself.”
My hand shakes as I follow his command. The sweet and musky taste on my finger makes a pulse of desire roll through me.
“Now slide your fingers back in. Don’t go too deep. I want you to edge yourself.”
I whimper as I do what he says, pushing two fingers inside and slowly fucking myself. I moan softly as the pleasure builds, my hips rocking against my hand.
“You’re doing so well.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
My breathing speeds up. I’m so close. Every instinct screams to chase the release, but forcing myself to wait makes everything more intense. I rock my hips and gasp at the jolt of pleasure.
When I speed up and I’m teetering on the edge, Leo suddenly commands, “Stop.”
I whimper as I force myself to stop.
“Hold that feeling. When I’m ready, I’ll decide how to reward your patience.”
My face burns as I stand and turn, leaning against the counter. I don’t know how much longer I can take this without coming.
“Do you want me to do anything to help get dinner ready?” The quicker dinner is over, the sooner I get more playtime and, hopefully, an orgasm.
Leo glances at me over his shoulder with a playful smile. His salt-and-pepper hair is slightly mussed, giving him an adorably relaxed look.
“Aye, lass. Set the table for us.” His voice takes on that commanding edge I’m learning to crave. “Do it carefully and line everything up perfectly. All the details matter, my pet. I don’t want to see anything crooked.”
A thrill runs through me at his order. If something’s not perfect, will he punish me? The idea makes me ache. I’m half-tempted tofail on purpose. But I need to come tonight too badly to risk it, so I play along.
“I’m on it, Sir!”
I gather the plates, cutlery, and glasses. My hands shake slightly as I position each fork exactly parallel to the knife. Why does the angle of a spoon suddenly matter? I glance at him. He’s watching me, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Because he can. Because I’m his toy now, and he’ll use me however he wants—even for this. My breath comes shorter. I adjust a glass that was already straight, hyperaware of his eyes tracking the movement. The room feels warmer. My thighs press together as I reach for the napkins, but it doesn’t help the ache building there.
“Very good,” he praises once the table is set, and I beam at his approval. “Now, pour some water for us.”
I reach for the pitcher, pouring our drinks carefully while Leo watches closely. Every command he gives, no matter how simple, feels like an erotic act in itself.
Leo dishes food onto our plates and sits at the head of the table. I sit across from him.
“While we eat, I want you to think about how after dinner, if you beg sweetly, I’ll let you come. If not...”
He lets the sentence hang in the air, and I shiver in delight. “Yes, Sir.”
