“Okay,” she whispers.
“You stay here while I clean up, okay?”
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Pretty girl,” I smile at her. “I ate while I was feeding you.”
“You did?”
I laugh and nod. Apparently, she was so into what wa
s happening that she didn’t notice me eating while I fed her. That’s okay. I really enjoyed the experience and I hope she did, too. There’s something really intimate about feeding another person and about being fed by someone.
Who knows?
Maybe this will be the start of something really beautiful and wonderful.
As soon as the kitchen is cleaned up, Mallory comes upstairs with me. I need to get dressed. I don’t mind having her watch me, but she hasn’t seen me naked yet. Is she going to want to? Is this the situation I want her in when she sees my cock for the first time? I’m not usually a very shy person, and I’m not exactly feeling timid tonight, but I don’t want her to think I’m pushing her.
It’s time to give my little a choice.
“All right, pretty girl,” I say. “I have two things I need to do before we go out.”
“What do you need to do?”
“Jiji needs his dinner, but I also need to get changed.”
This is it.
This is her chance to back out and go feed the cat. She can play things safe if she wants to. She doesn’t have to take a risk and see me or touch me or feel like I’m forcing her into a sexual situation.
She can choose to go take care of Jiji, which is also important.
It’s the safe choice.
“Okay.”
“Which chore would you like, Mallory?”
“You mean, feeding the cat or,” she licks her lips, looking me up and down, “changing your clothes?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need help changing?”
“Maybe,” I say innocently. “I mean, I am wearing quite a bit, don’t you think?”
I wait patiently, curious to see what she’ll decide. I honestly have no idea what choice she’s going to make.
She could choose to go feed the cat. She’ll get a few minutes to herself, and Jiji will love being spoiled by sweet Mallory. I’ll change alone and by the time she’s finished with Jiji, it’ll be time for us to leave.
Or she could be brave.
She could step outside of her comfort zone, and she could undress me. Button by button, she could take off what I’m wearing, toss it aside, and then...what?
What would she do?
She could lick my chest, running her tongue over me. She could slide her hands down to my cock and grip it, stroking me softly. There are about a million different things she could do to me, and I would fucking let her.