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He brought the plate of turkey over, and it looked so good, I didn’t really care that he was going to go all Lady and the Tramp on me. I just needed something to eat.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing how you’ll make turkey and gravy sexy,” I teased, and the minute I did, I regretted it.
“I’m really looking forward to it too.” His smile was devilish. “The rules for this are simple. I feed you. You can’t use your hands; you must keep them by your side or better sit on them, then you won’t be tempted. If you don’t obey me, I’ll get a rope.” He … wasn’t kidding?
“And I’ll get a cab …” I raised my eyebrows.
“The rope will just make it easier for you to follow the rules.” His mood lightened, and he laughed.
I laughed too. “Why would I want to do that? I like being a rule breaker.”
“Oh, maybe because not following the rules makes things … a lot … harder.”
Shit
“After this, I get a question, right?” I was so ready to ask if he was into bondage because if he was, we were done.
“Yes.” His expression revealed he knew where I was heading.
“How many songs for this?” I asked getting ready, how much could he do to me with a plate of turkey?
“No songs. Just finish the plate. It’s an appropriate meal-sized portion of food, certainly not too much for one who has eaten so little today.”
“Well let’s ‘get it on’”, I said sarcastically mocking the song.
“Let’s do. Remember no hands. Keep them in your lap.” His gaze was stern and commanding, and my pussy clenched.
“Yes, Mr. Lonely and Controlling.” I knew I was being childish; it was fun and made me feel better.
I loved the look on his face when I was irreverent; he must have had a lot of nervous people kissing his ass hard. He didn’t seem to like not being in command.
“You have no idea.” His voice sounded lovely and sweet, but the look in his eye, the pure devil.
Innocently enough he poised the fork with a piece of turkey on it up to my mouth.
“You know, suddenly, I’m not too into this.” I glared at him as he brought the morsel up to my mouth, lightly grazing the gravy over the bottom lip.
“It’s a game, remember, we’re having fun. Also, you get to keep your clothes on for this round.” His eyes sparkled, and I opened my mouth for him to set the food on my tongue. “That’s a girl.”
I chewed obnoxiously, but the taste was amazing, and I realized I was much hungrier than I thought.
“I’m not a puppy,” I said after chewing my bite.
“That’s not true, to some you are a puppy … your modeling agency for instance.” He took another piece of food onto his fork.
“I don’t do anything I’m not comfortable with … like they don’t feed me for instance.” I mocked his very words.
“Shame …” He brought the food to my mouth, but instead of setting it inside my open mouth, he painted both lips with the gravy.
It was weird, but also so very erotic. I moved my tongue to lick the thick liquid off, but he stopped me.
“No.” He commanded with a stern eye.
“Oh, my God,” I rolled my eyes. “What?”
“That’s my bite.” My pussy tightened, and my nipples pinched.
He leaned in and with his tongue traced the gravy lapping gently until all of the brown glossy sauce had been licked clean. He didn’t kiss me, just … um licked me.
“You … you’re the puppy.” I laughed.
“I suppose I am.” He popped a piece of turkey from the fork into my mouth.
“May I have another bite, Master? I’m starving.” I pitched my voice to a breathless cadence and feigned subservience.
“You may.” He laughed and turned back to the plate.
He was so sexy with his expensive suit, amber eyes, and perfectly coiffed dark brown hair. He was the kind of sexy you just couldn’t believe was real. I wanted to touch his perfectly formed strands of hair to test if it was real but thought better of it. There was this boyish kind of humor and playfulness to him that seemed a little off, yet extremely intoxicating. I took a sip of my water and waited for what other craziness he had in store.
He turned to me with another forkful of food. He then opened his mouth.
“Hey, that one is mine …” I reached out to grab the fork from him, and he seized my hand.
“Ah, ah … rules.” His grip was strong, and fear pricked my nerves for a minute before I took a deep breath.
“Well … you’re supposed to be feeding me … greedy!” I pretended to pout.
“I am. I’m giving it to you … here.” He opened his mouth and placed the piece of turkey with a perfect balance of gravy on his tongue as he opened his mouth wider.
