His on Demand

“You. I’ll tell you when she leaves,” I whisper against his cheek.

He doesn’t like that, so he’s already frowning when the poor woman tells him my Pellegrino was forgotten. The look he turns on her has her stumbling an apology. Oh dear, we are really going to have to work on that temper of his.

I turn my own attention to gathering up the plates and taking them over to the large rug in front of the television and the couch. Like I have done the few times I’ve given into an easy evening and come to the room before Leo is due and have dinner alone, I push the couch back a bit and go back to the table for the rest of the plates. I’m just getting settled, tossing the throw pillows on the rug when Leo comes back with my Pellegrino.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t like eating at the table, it’s like a picnic. Come on, sit down. I’m hungry.” Leo shakes his head in bewilderment at me. “Please, Leo.”

“If you want me to sit then I am thinking it is not enough to tell you how much I love your body as it is, perhaps you need to see it. Take off your robe, sweetness. I want you naked.”

He’s nuts.

“A fine dining experience is more than just a cut of steak prepared correctly, it is more than just the taste, it is the aroma, the presentation, the visual aesthetic. Today, you are mine.”

“Leo, please.” He really wants me to sit and eat naked in front of him, he’s crazy.

“I want to see your body.”

I’m wet at the hunger and demand in his eyes. I don’t even think as I untie the robe, letting it slide open. Leo tugs it off me, his free hand cups a breast, all I can do is watch as he leans down and presses a kiss against my tight nipple.

He lets me go with a smile of satisfaction. “Now, I am ready to eat.”

In an elegant move, Leo is down on the floor, I don’t move quite as easily as I sit down in front of him, leaning against the couch. Leo cuts into his steak with enjoyment and looks up to find me watching him.

His smile is tender. “So, tell me. Why do you like sitting on the floor? I remember your condo, you don’t have a dining table even though there is room for one.”

I blush a little to make the admission. “Our house was so small we didn’t have room for a table big enough to fit all of us. There were three kids and my parents. We could only fit a tiny table in for four of us. It was usually fine with my sisters and my mom because my dad worked a lot. When we were all home, and we wanted to eat as a family my mom would lay out a big tablecloth on the floor, so we wouldn’t spill on the carpet. It was like a picnic.”

“Sounds nice, a family wanting to eat together.” He leans toward me, offering a bite of his steak, “You have been staring at my steak. I’m willing to share.”

It feels sweetly intimate as I take the bite. Leo’s eyes glow with satisfaction. “I love the way your blush goes down to your breasts every time.”

He laughs when I blush again and look down to see what he said is very true. “Behave. I’m hungrier than I thought I was.”

We eat in easy silence for a while. I’m shocked by how comfortable I am completely naked in front of Leo. It helps Leo’s eyes roam over me often with appreciation, it’s clear he likes what he sees. Seeing how much he likes me naked reminds me of something I’ve been wanting to know. “When were you going to tell me that you’ve been funding the lingerie I’ve been getting from Gertrude?”

Leo frowns. “Never. Did Gertrude tell you?”

Crap, “No, I was online, and a set of the bra and panties I was in came up as a suggestion. I clicked through and found almost the entire contents of my dresser drawer were from the best name in luxury lingerie. I noticed the prices were about five times what I spent every time I walked out of Gertrude’s.”

“Hmm.” Leo sips his wine then goes back to pushing the mushrooms out of his side dish.

“That’s it?”

“That’s what?” His fork poised to his mouth.

“We aren’t going to discuss the probably outrageous amount of money I spent without realizing it on lingerie?”

“What is there to discuss? I fucked up and said something stupid and rude on a dare I never expected you to take me up on. At the time, I was still trying to get you to quit. I got the comeuppance I deserved. You love the lingerie. I noticed the difference in you immediately. Now, I am getting the very sexy end result. I do not see a problem.” He brings up his fork again to my mouth with another yummy piece of steak.

Men. I chew thoughtfully then let it go. “Oh well, if it feeds your kink then all the better.”

Leo laughs, the sight and sound makes me wet and my nipples hard. His eyes are on my swelling breasts. “Until I met you, I had no kink, as you call it. Although I do believe in this case it would be considered a fetish. While I appreciated a woman in sexually provocative lingerie, I have never in my life cared what a woman wore beneath her clothes until I sent you to Gertrude’s. Considering I’m just as turned on by you naked as when you wear the lingerie, I do not believe it is a fetish at all. Open your legs.”

I don’t even hesitate. I open my legs; his smile is pure sin as he looks at me. “Beautiful, sexy, all mine. I have been dying to ask, why are you bare? I never thought I liked it as much as I did until I saw you, you are so soft, no shaving.”