“Yes,” She tried a big spoonful of the one called Heaven Sent Chocolate Mousse. “The cake is amazing. Do you want some?”
“That is not the sustenance I require,” he answered, watching her face as he slid his finger into her dripping channel.
She yanked on the leash, leaning forward to face him. “What do you need?”
His eyes were on her breasts. “Only what I’d get if I’m your very good boy.”
“Shouldn't mistress reward her very good boy?” she asked and swiped chocolate off the mousse cake and sucked it into her mouth.
“Rewards would be nice,” he panted.
“Would you eat the cake if it were here?” she asked. Making sure no one else could see, she tipped the top of the shirt down so he had an excellent view that she wasn't wearing a bra. Only he could see her nipples were the same color as the mousse in front of her.
“I'd be very much rewarded to eat the mousse in that way.” Those yellow eyes were worshipful and his finger plunged deeper.
“And if I command you to sleep with me?” she pushed, feeling like his resistance was fading.
“No.”
She jerked the leash hard, forcing him to move his hand to brace his body. The leash pulled him upward, which had to be uncomfortable. “Why not?”
He kept telling her she was in control and called the shots, but he was the one still in charge.
“It would not be appropriate, mistress.”
This time she grabbed the collar and tightened it. “This is so frustrating. Why not? You say you want me, and then you won't give me the thing I want.”
“Mistress, look at your hand.”
“I thought I was allowed to hurt you.”
“That's not what I mean. Your hand is turning green. It is not appropriate for a slave to sully his mistress’s skin. It is not appropriate for everyone to know what the mistress has been using the slave for.”
“Did you do this on purpose?” she accused.
He snorted against the pressure on his neck, breaking character at last, his lips inches from hers. “Lily, there is nothing I want more than to be inside of you, but I didn’t realize how much the paint shed until I got in the Uber. Thank God it wasn’t white.”
This perfectly reasonable excuse didn’t make her less horny. “Which is why you let me drink, knowing our rule from last time was drinking meant no sex.”
His green mouth formed a sardonic grin. “Lily, you have to stop thinking about this in what you won’t get. You get to beat me for my poor planning, and then I’ll put my mouth on your secret places. I rather like the idea of green circles around each of your nipples.”
Now her clit was vibrating to the tune of his promised touch. As painful as it was to admit, his suggestions were hella kinky. He wasn’t alone in liking the idea of those green circles. She’d be telling him what to do and how to do it.
She released his neck and wiped off her hand with a napkin. Only some of the green came off. So kissing was definitely out too.
Whatever, she was getting hers.
The cakes had come in their own cute little collapsible tray, so she dropped them back in. She handed him the cake box and tugged on the leash. “Let’s go.”
Gene scrambled to his feet and followed her to the door.
Chapter12
After a very awkward Uber ride due to Gene's costume, they arrived at his apartment. He must have been carrying some cash in that kilt somewhere because he apologized for the paint and passed the guy an extra hundred bucks.
The Uber guy looked a little bit more pleased now that his green passenger on a leash was out of the car.
Gene insisted on carrying the cake and inputting the building code.“The mistress should not do any of this while the slave is here.”
