The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

I’ll do this but it doesn’t have to mean I like it.

I arrange myself on my knees and Xavier’s hands immediately press on my shoulders so that I’m sitting even further down, folded ass to calves. Then he arranges my hands the way he wants them. Last but not least, he pushes my head down to the appropriate angle so I can see only his bare feet and the bottom of his jeans.

“This is the submissive position. It’s one I want you to become familiar with.”

My back stiffens. Is he freaking kidding? It’s bad enough that I’m sitting here at his feet, but he thinks—

“I can tell how much you like that idea, Pet,” he laughs, stroking my short hair and then scratching down to my scalp.

Then he settles a blindfold over my eyes. Wait, where did that come from? Did he already have it on the table and I was just too out of it to notice it?

“Eventually it will become second nature to you.”

At what no doubt is my stunned expression, he continues, “I am your Master and you are my pet and you will learn your true place starting now.”

He snaps his fingers. “Open,” he commands.

His hand drops from my hair and one of his fingers settles with the barest pressure on my bottom lip.

I’d love to tell him to go to hell for snapping at me like a dog, but the next second, the smell of eggs hits my nostrils and my mouth falls immediately open.

His fingers return, placing a small bit of eggs into my mouth. I bite into the warm, soft, slightly moist food, having to suck it from his fingers at the end to make sure I don’t waste any of it.

For a second with the blindfold, I was afraid he’d try to trick me and put something gross in my mouth as additional punishment for not giving into him right away—but no, it’s just eggs. Perfectly cooked, salted, delicious eggs.

My mouth is open and waiting when his fingers next descend. He pops the second bite of eggs in my mouth. His other hand lingers on my head, stroking my hair while I eat.

Petting me.

The realization should be humiliating, but screw it. It’s just the two of us here, and besides, I’ve already decided I’m the one playing him in all of this, so none of it really matters.

I open my mouth again, but this time, nothing meets my lips.

“I’ve got some bacon right here. Would you like some of that?”

I nod my head up and down.

Xavier tuts his tongue at me. “What do you say, Pet?”

Oh my God, I’m definitely crushing his balls when all is said and done. “Yes, Master,” I manage to get out through my thick throat. “Sir, may I please have the rest of my breakfast?”

“That’s right,” he says soothingly, his hand returning to my head. “That’s a good girl.” The next thing I know my taste buds are exploding with the flavor of maple-smoked bacon.

Next comes more eggs, then bacon again.

“Suck my fingers,” he orders. “Suck every last piece of juice off.”

He shoves his thick fingers in my mouth and obediently, I suck.

He pumps them slowly in and out, eventually pulling them out with a pop and shoving his thumb in instead.

It’s just a show, I tell myself as I suck greedily at his thumb. I just need to make it look convincing or he might decide the meal is over before I’m ready.

“Now for something a little sticky and sweet.”

Why does every word out of his mouth suddenly sound like the dirtiest thing in the English language?

He sticks several slices of tangerine in my mouth.