Mr. S placed a small bottle of water on the nightstand next to me along with a banana.
Slowly, I managed to flip over to my back and prop myself up and reached for the bottle, examining the water before opening it.
He saw me doing that and scoffed.
“I just had you weak and defenseless on my bed a second ago. You think I need to drug you?”
I shrugged, keeping my eyes on him as I opened it, “Can’t be too safe.”
The water felt like an oasis rushing through a desert. I never craved anything more, chugging so fast my stomach hurt.
“Slow down, Bunny.” He took the water from me. “You’ll make yourself sick.”
Bunny.
I don’t know if I care for that name.
Mr. S peeled the banana himself and held it out in front of me.
“I’m capable of feeding myself.”
“I know you are. But I like taking care of you.”
His voice was so loud and commanding. It made me sit up and lean forward, taking a bite, all while looking in his eyes. My brain wondered if this was another kink of his, but his face was plastered in indifference. Like this was a mindless chore for him.
He may as well be washing dishes.
I took the opportunity to look at the fine details of his face.
Salt and pepper hair, slight creasing in the forehead, light wrinkles under the eyes that I couldn’t tell if it was from aging or sleepless nights.
This man could be anywhere from thirty-five to fifty. I couldn’t tell exactly where he fell on that scale because while his face had youth, his mannerisms screamed aged.
“You feel better?” His voice pulled me out of my trance.
“Much.”
“Good,” he held my jaw in his palm. “I can’t have you fainting in my room. This trip is uninsured.”
Was that…a joke?
“I thought you said you liked taking care of me. That feels like acting in your own self interest Mr. S.”
He chuckled then. A deep and careless thing.
“It’s both,” his thumb slowly plunged into my mouth. “I like you a lot, Bunny. Taking care of you and keeping my name cleared of lawsuits are aligned. As long as you’re safe, we can play together for as long as we want.”
My tongue wrapped around his thumb as he spoke, maintaining eye contact. His words gave me vigor.
With him standing between my legs, I inched closer, feeling his semi-stiffy
I sucked and moaned and grinded against his pants bulge shamelessly. I wanted him to fuck me so bad my stomach hurt. It was like I was in a daze still.
I heard him chuckling at my eagerness and it brought me back to reality.
“Yeah, I like you a lot.”
I turned my head away from his fingers and pouted. He must think I’m an attention whore, begging for dick. Sucking and slobbing all over his fingers because I was feening to suck him off.
