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“Um, are your meals all right?” their server asked.
“Yes,” Remy replied. “Thank you.”
“Okay, good. And, um, please don’t have sex in the bathroom, I’m the one that will have to clean it up.” The server rushed away and Isa let out a deep breath.
To her shock, Remy started laughing.
“Stop it,” she hissed. “That woman thinks that we’re going . . . that we’re going to . . .”
“Do it in the bathroom?” he supplied.
“Remy,” she groaned. “What is wrong with me?”
He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Absolutely nothing at all. Now, finish your dinner.”
“I don’t know if I can. I seem to have lost my appetite.”
“Want me to feed you?”
Yes.
“I think I’ve made enough of a spectacle of myself.”
“Who cares what anyone here thinks? I don’t. You shouldn’t either.”
“You’re right. But I can finish feeding myself. Do you like doing that, though?”
“Doing what?”
“Um, feeding people? I mean, not people in general but, like, Littles or your Littles or . . . urgh. I don’t usually stumble this much over my words.”
He ran a finger down her cheek, then under her chin, before tilting her face up.
“I do. I like all aspects of taking care of a Little. Dressing them, playing with them, feeding them. Disciplining them.”
“I bet you like that part a lot,” she grumbled.
“You’d guess right. I like being in control. Felt out-of-control for a lot of my life. Being a Dom gives me that. I’m also responsible for someone else. Their care, their safety, it all rests on me. Feeds something inside me.”
Wow.
He really did sound like he enjoyed all of that. And she really wished she could be his Little. To have him look after her.
They shared a lemon tart for dessert and she let Remy feed it to her, in between taking bites himself. He placed his free hand on her thigh, squeezing tight. She had to work hard to stay still, feeling her clit throb with every squeeze of his hand.
When it was finished, she was disappointed. She didn’t want the night to end. But she also knew that Loki would worry if she didn’t get home soon.
And that was the last thing she wanted.
“I have to go to the restroom,” she said, trying to keep her gaze down. She didn’t want him to see the guilt on her face at her lie.
Well, it wasn’t a total lie. She did have to go. It was just that she planned to sneakily pay their bill on her way.
“I’ll walk you there.”
Act cool.
Cool as a cucumber.
