Page 70 of Pandora's Pleasure
Being back here so soon after this morning felt like a small victory. We entered the kitchen, where we’d had breakfast this morning and made an intimate memory of our first morning together.
“I was going to take you out to lunch,” he said, his tone apologetic. “But I’ve lost my appetite.”
“What happened?”
He shook his head, refusing to go there, rubbing his tired eyes.
Setting the glass dish on the countertop, I opened his fridge. “I’ll make us something to drink.” I poured sparkling water into two glasses, adding ice cubes and a slice of lemon in each.
Damien moved around the kitchen looking for something. He caught me watching him. “Secret stash.”
I shook my head. “Those things are bad for you.”
He yanked open a kitchen drawer. “I do this thing where I hide a cigarette hoping to forget about it. Then I forget I found it.”
Lifting my skirt, I flashed him a look at my panties. “This is me saving your life.”
“Jesus.” He raced over to the wall console and punched a button to close the blinds. “The windows.”
“We have nothing to hide.”
He stepped closer. “If only that were true.”
After slipping out of my panties and dropping them on the floor, I lifted myself up onto the central island and sat on the edge, leaning back and spreading my thighs. I took a deep breath in anticipation, turned on at the thought of being so exposed. “Let me make you feel better.”
He didn’t move. “Actually, I wanted to talk with you about this evening.”
“Oh?”
“No fucking around until tonight.” He started to say something else and then paused, staring at me. “Maybe we can.”
Biting my lip suggestively, I leaned over and took the lid off the glass dish.
In a flash, he was standing in front of me. “Let’s taste that dessert of yours.”
“You’ve never tasted anything like this,” I said, as he pushed my skirt up around my waist.
“Hmm, I might have.” He smirked as he dipped his finger in and scooped up some of the chocolate mousse, smearing it over my sex.
Oh, yes.
His finger caressed the delightful softness between my folds, causing a rush of sensations to spread through my body.
Damien leaned down and ran his tongue along my clit. “Best dessert I’ve ever tasted.”
“Train me to be your submissive.”
He straightened, his dark eyes studying me. “First, you must agree to no more outbursts like you had in the car.”
“No speaking my mind?”
“Yes, no more of that.”
“I’m not sure that’s something I can do.”
“Allow me to demonstrate how you’ll be rewarded for your obedience.” His head dipped once again, his mouth lavishing affection on my sex like a starved man, his tongue darting and exploring, no doubt tasting the creamy richness of the chocolate.
My breath caught at the searing passion coming off of him.
