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With a disappointed sigh, she picked up the plates of grilled cheese and the cutlery. Jake returned for the orange juice. She gingerly sat at the table and reached for the spoon.
“Put the spoon down and stand,” Jake ordered. She turned to look at him as he left the room, returning with a cushion. She gave him a grateful smile as he placed it on the hard, wooden chair. Then he turned the chair so it faced him. “Sit and spread your legs wide. Good. Now place your hands under on top of your thighs and don’t move them.”
Oh, God. What did he have planned? He pulled her soup towards him then spooned some up and blew on it gently. And to her shock, he held the spoon up to her lips.
“Open.”
She did as commanded, letting him slip the spoon between her lips.
“Good girl.”
“I can do that myself, you know.”
“Of course you can,” he replied easily, spooning up some more and testing the temperature again. “But I wish to.”
Her insides melted. When had someone last fed her? When she was a kid, she guessed. This wasn’t exactly what she expected from a Dom, that he could take a crop to her ass and an hour later, blow on her soup to cool it as he fed it to her.
She was still feeling kind of off-balance, being naked while he was dressed, especially in broad daylight, but he barely even glanced at her. Which was kind of disappointing.
A drop of lukewarm soup landed on her chest.
“Whoops,” he said with feigned innocence. “Let me clean that up.” Leaning in, he licked the soup off her breast. She sucked a breath in, her nipples tightening. But he turned back to the food, picking up half a sandwich, which he held to her mouth. She took a small bite, chewing. Then shook her head as he held it up again. “I’m full.”
His gaze narrowed. “You’ve hardly eaten anything.”
Yeah, but the knot in her stomach meant she couldn’t eat much more without feeling ill.
“What about some more soup?” He held up a spoonful and more dripped down onto her breasts. One drop ran down to her nipple. He chased it with his tongue, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking strongly.
“Oh, hell,” she cried out. It took all the control she had not to reach up and wrap her hands in his hair. He moved his mouth to her other breast, sucking on that nipple until her breath came in sharp pants. She was so close to the brink, she could feel the beginning of her orgasm.
He drew away and reached for a sandwich, taking a bite as he leaned back in his chair and watched her. His gaze ate her up.
“Being naked is good for you. You’ll get to see how much I admire your body and stop worrying about your appearance.” He grinned. “We’ll call it Dom therapy.”
She snorted at that. “Somehow I don’t think that will take off.”
“No? Oh, well, maybe it won’t make me millions, but I’ll get a lot of enjoyment watching you walk around naked. And you might just learn how fucking beautiful you are. I don’t like you thinking otherwise.”
“You’d think a therapist wouldn’t have so many hang-ups, right?” Just because she knew better didn’t mean she could necessarily stop the negative thoughts and actions.
“I don’t know. I get the feeling you were so busy taking care of others that no one looked out for you. You probably had everyone around you fooled into thinking you didn’t need anyone, but when you give all of yourself, you need more help than anyone. You need someone in your corner, watching out for you, reassuring you that you’re wonderful exactly as you are.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Where have you been all my life?”
He smiled. “Except for my stint in the Navy, I’ve been right here, in this town.”
“And you love it here.”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Me too.” She wished she could stay. She wished she’d moved here a long time ago.
“I’m glad. Everyone loves you. You’re meant to be here, Molly.”
He moved the empty plates away then patted the table. “Now get your ass up here.”
Her eyes widened, her breath coming faster. “Can I take my cushion?”
