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“I don’t think I am.”
“No, you are. I’m telling you, you are.”
“We can agree to disagree. Now let’s feed you breakfast. You’re going to need the strength.”
On his lap. That’s what he didn’t mention when he saidlet’s feed you breakfast.That it would be on his lap, with his fingers grazing my pussy through the boxers I’m wearing. I don’t even know if they’re his or Elliot’s. It doesn’t matter because all I can think about is the way he traces the material around my clit, yet never quite touches it. It doesn’t help that he took off his shirt, and I feel his heat searing into my back. My legs are over his thighs, and he spreads a little wider, keeping me open for him.
“Elliot said I could play with you today. The way I’ve been wanting to.”
I gulp the spoon of cereal I have in my mouth. “So you do listen to him?”
He chuckles, nuzzling against the side of my neck. “Only when it comes to playing with you safely. If I had it my way, it would have scared you away. But he thinks you’re ready now.”
I take in a trembling breath. “Ready for what?”
“For me. Are you finished?”
It’s hard to eat. My body is coiled, my pussy thrumming. They’ve been edging me for a day and it’s getting hard to think clearly. I drop the spoon in the bowl in front of me.
My eyes stay fixated on the cereal swirling in the milk. “What’s your favorite breakfast food?”
“Don’t have any,” he mumbles.
“You always say that. Did you notice you don’t have a favorite anything?”
I feel him shrug. “You.”
“What do you mean me? I can’t be your favorite everything.”
“But you are. You’re my favorite taste. You’re my favorite quote, book, movie, season, holiday. You’re my favorite everything, Jade. Every experience in life is dull unless you’re there. Then, well, then it becomes my favorite.”
“That’s a little crazy.”
“Call me crazy then.”
He wraps a hand around my jaw, pulling sideways until he can see my face. Dabbing a napkin across my mouth, he says, “You’re beautiful, you know? So fucking beautiful.”
He puts the napkin on the table, smirking. “Now.” His fingers graze the boxers again, and my eyes flutter closed. “There’s no need to change the subject again. If you’re scared, we don’t have to do anything.”
But his voice is taunting me, because he knows I’m not scared. Not of him or the things he wants to do.
“Maybe we can start with things we know…that we’ve already done? Maybe if you let me come—”
“The next time you come will be because you listened to me like a good little slut.”
The words only make me attempt to squeeze my thighs together. Something I can’t do with his legs spreading mine.
“Tell me if you’re scared.”
I huff out a long breath, attempting to calm my racing heart. “I’m scared,” I admit.
His lips leave a soft kiss on my jaw. Then another. “Of?” He speaks against the corner of my mouth.
“Of liking it.”
I feel the way his lips spread into a satisfied smile against my skin. “You should be, Mi Cielo. Because you’re going to love it.”
He cups my pussy firmly, making me gasp. “You’re going to love following your master’s orders, aren’t you?”
