Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
She frowns for a second, then looks confused, her eyes constantly wandering off to the plate. Her mouth must be watering at the sight. But there is a price to pay for defiance. A sin is followed by punishment.
“Is that what you want?”
When I don’t reply, she changes positions, swiftly spinning around so her legs are no longer in front of her but behind her, and her ass lowers onto her heels.
Good. Finally, she obeys.
I step closer and look at the beauty in front of me, at the woman below me who is dying for this meal … who would be willing to give her freedom, and all that it entails, away for a simple bite.
I go on one knee, still clutching the plate tightly, and reach for the fork.
When she does the same, I pull away again.
She stops and eyes me. “I thought I could eat.”
“You can …” I say. “On my terms.”
A scowl forms on her face. “That’s not fair.”
I raise a brow. “You asked for this, remember?”
“I asked for food,” she retorts.
“And you asked to be punished.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t reply, so I take that as an acknowledgment.
“You begged me for food … now let me give you what you need,” I say as I lean in.
She makes a face at me. “Why can’t I just feed myself?”
I don’t answer because she knows why.
I am the captor; she is the captive. I am the one who punishes; she is the one who sins. There is no other way around, no reasoning, no bargaining to be done. This is it. This is the deal she made.
“How many more rules are there?” she asks.
“As many as I see fit,” I answer, and I grab the fork and stick on some of the pre-cut pancakes. “Now …” I swirl the fork through the whipped cream. “Open up.”
When the fork approaches her mouth, she still refuses to yield.
“It is not poisoned,” I offer as a sign of good faith.
“How do I know for sure?” she asks, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
A smile forms on my lips. So mistrustful. “You don’t.”
“But I—”
“But you begged,” I interrupt, throwing her a look.
She shuts her mouth again and gazes at me with both rage and fear swirling in her eyes. Rage at me coming in here to feed her like she’s a child and fear for not knowing what more I could demand if she surrenders.
And that’s what she needs to understand. There is no choice. No ifs, ands, or buts.
“Do as I say, and you will be all right,” I say.
“Will I be free?” she asks, lowering her eyes to the carpet. “If I eat this food, will you let me go?”
I force her chin up. “Only you have that power …”
“I don’t understand what you mean. I don’t have any power here.”
I peer into her eyes. “Freedom comes at a price, a price you’re not willing to pay … yet.”
She turns her head away as I approach with the fork again, the aroma luring her nostrils to turn her head again so she can see just how delicious these pancakes are.
My face softens for a moment, and I lean in to tilt her chin up again. “This is what you want. Now eat.”
Finally, her lips part, and her mouth opens. I slide the fork onto her tongue, taking ample time to enjoy the sheer pleasure of an obedient angel chewing on and swallowing the food I have given her.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I pick up a strawberry and run it through the whipped cream. Her eyes follow my every move as though she’s wondering what I’m going to do … what else I could do with these fingers of mine.
Oh, there is plenty … but I will take it slowly with her. I’ll wait and coax her into doing exactly as I please. And we’ll start with food.
I bring the strawberry up to her lips, circling them with the whipped cream until she opens them, never taking my eyes off her. I want her to know I’m watching and that I’m enjoying every second of dominating her.
And when her lips part and I push the strawberry inside, I simply can’t stop the devilish grin from appearing on my face. Her cheeks flush with heat, and she quickly swallows the strawberry, almost afraid of the effect she has on me. But I don’t mind … at all.
With every bite and every swallow, my cock hardens against my pants. And as she takes more and more bites, my mind trails off to all the sinful things I wish to do to her, all the ways I could make her body yield to me … about how good it would feel to have her tongue wrapped around my cock.
I groan with delight as she swallows, and she momentarily stops eating as I smile.