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She moaned in utter delight. “This is the best sushi I’ve ever had.”
“Of course, Mistress. You deserve only the best.”
“That’s why you’re here, then? Because you’re the best my harem has to offer?”
“Only if you say so, Mistress,” he said, this time looking up and meeting her gaze directly. She placed her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch beneath her hand, then boldly slid her hand to his cock where she fisted him.
“Hmmm, with your face, this body, and this cock? I most definitely say so,” she purred. She moved her hand, stroking his cock repeatedly. He shut his eyes, tilted his head back, and groaned.
Skylar stopped. “Did I say you could close your eyes?”
His eyes flew open. “I’m sorry, Mistress. You did not.”
“So don’t close them again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Skylar stared, jerking him off again, loving the feel of him, velvet covering iron. As she’d commanded, he kept his eyes open and locked to hers. “Good boy,” she said, only instead of pleasing him like she’d intended, he visibly flinched, going pale.
She immediately released him. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry?”
Julian shook his head. “No, Mistress. I’m here to serve you. You can do whatever you want. Call me whatever you want. Please, don’t stop.”
For a moment, Skylar wasn’t sure what to do. She hadn’t imagined that flinch.
But she didn’t want to call more attention to it, given he clearly wanted her to move on.
Carefully, she wrapped her fingers around him again. It didn’t escape her notice that while he was still hard, his cock had softened somewhat. But after a minute of her stroking him, then paying close attention to his balls, he was even harder than he had been before.
“I—I’m still hungry,” she said, remembering the feel of his cock in her mouth when she’d gone down on him. But first . . . ”
She released his cock and began sprinkling kisses over his body and around the sushi: his chest, biceps, and shoulders, his face and neck, his thighs and calves, then finally, his taut abs that were clenched so tight, she could clearly see his six-pack. The entire time, she paused in between kisses to pick up a piece of sushi and either eat it or feed it to him. As much as possible, she kept her gaze on his, relishing how his pupils were blown wide and how his eyes flamed with something dark and dangerous.
After she fed him another piece of sushi, he said, “What’s your favorite?”
She blinked. “My favorite, what?”
“California roll? Nigiri? Salmon roll?”
“Everything is delicious. But that probably has more to do with the fact I’m eating off your body,” she teased. “I especially like the look of that slice of nigiri near your cock. Pick it up and feed me,” she said in a tone that was more affectionate than demanding. “Sex slave.”
Julian smiled. He reached down, plucked up the piece she’d described, then held it in front of her mouth. Slowly, she leaned forward and took it, imagining that it was his cock being offered to her.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Skylar fed him a piece of a spicy tuna roll, then picked up a slice of California roll, added a generous amount of wasabi and a razor-thin slice of pickled ginger, and put it in her mouth. She chewed, swallowed, then licked her lips, savoring the sight of his dark hair falling over one sharp blue eye, his supple lips parted just slightly, his broad chest dotted with dark, coarse hair.
He’s perfect.
And I’m falling for him.
No, no, no. You know what you are to him, and it’s not that.
“Are you okay, Mistress?” Julian said, and she caught the look of concern in his gaze.
She smiled tightly. “Yes. That wasabi had even more kick than I was expecting.”
His eyes sparkled with something that spoke of tenderness and something else she couldn’t quite decipher. He reached up, slid a finger down her cheek, then let the back of his finger drift along the underside of her chin.
