She licked her lips. “Just whatever is easiest to make.”
He frowned at her and waited.
“Wh-what is it?”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Oh, right. Um, can I have a grilled cheese.”
“That’s it? That’s all?”
“Maybe I could also have some chips and a drink of orange juice.”
He smiled at her. “Coming up.” He quickly made a grilled cheese sandwich, put it on a plate with some chips, and poured some juice, placing a straw in the cup.
Then he grabbed the plate and cup and carried them back to the sofa, placing them on the coffee table. She tried to turn towards the table, but remembered she was cuffed and turned to where he’d sat back down.
“Can you undo my cuffs, Sir?”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, sprite, but the one thing I won’t do is let you out of your restraints. Not without a safe word or until I’m finished. You’re just going to have to eat from my hand.”
Her eyes went wide as she stared from him to the plate. Then she nodded, her shoulders slumping slightly.
“Most submissives enjoy being fed by their Dom.”
“They do? Why?”
“They feel cherished. Taken care of.” He reached for one half of the sandwich and brought it to his lips, checking the temperature. “Still too hot, you better start with some chips.” He reached out and grabbed a chip, holding it out to her. She took it from his fingers.
“I can’t believe you tested the temperature of the sandwich first,” she said softly.
“I don’t want you to get burned.” What sort of Dom did she take him for?
“Thank you, Sir.” The wonder in her eyes reminded him she hadn’t had much care before. Perhaps that was part of his reason for doing this. To show her that someone else could care for her, in the most basic ways possible. Also, it made him fucking hot to see her bound and secured like this.
Perverted. Sick.
He pushed his brother’s voice aside. He wasn’t going to let Col
e ruin this. Or anything else in his life.
He grabbed the cup of juice and held the straw to her mouth. When she was finished eating, he pulled her up into his arms.
“Want to watch some TV?” he asked, turning it on before she could answer. She leaned against him tiredly. She was getting close to the end of her endurance. But he wanted to drive this message home.
He turned on the clit tickler.
She turned into a writhing, wriggling handful. Her breath came in fast pants, her face was flushed, her eyes almost wild. He turned the tickler off, gave her a breather then started it up again. She moaned, her skin was coated in a fine sweat, and if she kept wriggling her ass against him then he just might come in his pants.
“Please, Sir.”
“Please what, pet?” He changed the channel on the TV, not that he was watching it, but it gave him something to do with his hands so he wasn’t as tempted to lay her on the floor, rip that chastity belt off and take her. Over and over and over again.
Didn’t factor your need for her into this little exercise, did you?
“Please let me come.”
He immediately laid her down on the sofa on her back, spread her legs and slid the piece of metal that covered her pussy away. The he leaned in between her legs, removed the tickler and started to tongue her clit. He worked her hard and fast knowing it wouldn’t take much. She was at the edge. She arched up into his face, screaming as she came, her whole body shuddering so hard he reached up to hold onto her, afraid she would fall right off the couch. It took her a long time to calm down, he returned the tickler, slid the panel back into place over her delicious pussy and then sat, pulling her up into his lap once more. She was almost boneless with satisfaction and he held her tightly, hoping it would help her come back down to him.