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Eating proved to be humiliating and trickier than I had hoped as I attempted to stab the fruit then eggs. Food plopped back onto the plate as my mouth grasped at air. Huffing, I dropped my hands to my lap. Glancing up, I noticed he was looking in my direction, mouth open and frozen with food perched on top of his fork. He unexpectedly threw his head back roaring with laughter. Laying his plate down on the table, he stood. He slipped around to my side of the coffee table.
“Scoot,” he commanded as he lightly tapped my arm.
I slid over as he sat down, taking my plate from me. I could feel my cheeks becoming warm in shame. Swallowing hard, I squeezed my eyes shut as my nose caught the aroma of his cologne.
“I'm sorry Isabelle,” he apologized, his laugh trailing off. “I guess I can feed you this once since you are having trouble finding both your food and your mouth.”
“It's hard to do this when you can't see very well,” I defended myself.
“You do realize that your mouth has not moved from its original place, correct?” he smirked.
"Ha ha.”
“Here,” he offered as he rested a strawberry to my lips.
Barely opening my mouth, I took a bite of the tip.
“I actually don't mind this at all,” he muttered barely above a whisper, observing my lips.
Awkwardly, I sighed, “I feel like a toddler.”
“I assure you that you are all woman,” he cooed. “Bite,” he commanded as he gently placed a piece of watermelon on my lips.
I took a small bite. Unfortunately, a little juice ran down my chin.
“May I have a napkin please?” I requested as I cupped my palm under my jaw.
He set the plate down, then held my cheeks in his palms, gently tilting my head. Slowly, he trailed his tongue up my neck tasting the fruit that was still traveling downward. I froze. My breathing became unsteady as my back naturally arched. He continued until he reached the corner of my mouth. Slowly, he withdrew his hand, placing it on my knee. Sliding his other hand into my hair, he lightly entangled his fingers around my long strands, pulling my head back.
I closed my eyes, awaiting his next move as I silently gulped. I could have told him to stop but did not. A combination of his scent with the moment, impaired my judgement. Regrettably, I was not even thinking about the contract right now. His tongue felt tantalizing on my soft skin, and I was mesmerized.
I was very inexperienced, only having ever kissed one guy. That was an exceedingly long time ago. Needless to say, right now I was about to already explode at his touch. I sensed he was hesitant, unsure what he was going to do next as his lips moved to my ear.
“Tell me to stop.”
Opening my mouth to speak, I found myself rendered mute under his spell. Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes, giving in to his touch.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Still, I could not form words to reply. I remained a statue as he slowly inched his hand up my thigh, coming to a stop just before the hem of my panties. His breath grew shallow as his jaw pressed against my cheek. My body began to quiver, ready for him to take me right here, right now. I would have done anything for this stranger at that moment. I had never been this way. Just as his mouth trailed to the front of my neck, I gulped. He froze.
“You are not ready for me yet,” he muttered as his lips barely grazed my skin.
God, why did she have to be so pure, so innocent? Why could I not I just use her like I did the others? She was perfect. She was exactly what I had been needing in my life. I was so tired of screwing whores, I wanted her instead. I was so happy to have her in my home but hated it at the same time. A stupid contract and an enormous fabrication is why she was here. It was a contract I did not care about right now. Keeping my hands off her would be impossible. She was trusting me not to hurt her. Suddenly she spoke, breaking my train of thought.
“Am I at least allowed to know your name and age?”
I let go of her, dropping my hands to my side. It seemed almost as if she feared the reaction she would get. I was still physically close to her, trying to hold myself back from ripping her clothes off and taking her right there on the couch. I deeply inhaled memorizing her scent. I wanted to taste her skin, but I was holding true to my word, resisting her, for now.
“I am old enough,” I sighed, “and my name is something you will possibly learn one day.”
She did not back down. Her constant persistence was going to get us both in trouble, mainly me. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I could not control myself any longer.
“Well, I would like to know what I should call you,” she gulped, bracing herself for my reply.
I paused my naughty thoughts, changing direction. Was I going to spare her from my world or was I going to break every rule that had been set in place for this? The reality was that she was now living with me until further notice. Since I knew the inevitable, I decided to take a risk. It was a risk I would either soon regret, or it would be the beginning of something more.
“You can call me, Sir.”
