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“No questions, Sir,” she answered quickly. Too quickly.
“Are you sure? Do you have questions about what we plan to do tonight?” I urged, wanting to make sure she was truly ready.
“I trust you not to take me too far, Sir. And if I have an issue, that is what my safewords are for.” Her words made my chest fill with pride.
“That’s my girl,” I praised her, cupping her cheek in my hand and bringing my lips to hers in a gentle and sweet kiss. “Off you go.”
I watched as she nearly sprinted towards the stairs, chuckling to myself at her enthusiasm.
I had already grabbed my kit before dinner, so I didn’t need to do much to prepare. Instead, I filled the time with thoughts of dinner. I had sat there, eating beside her with almost no issue for the first time. Not just the first time with her, but the first time ever.
The little tips and tricks we had put into place to make eating around her easier were working, far better than I had expected. Well, maybe it was that those things were working, or perhaps it was that my mind was occupied with thoughts of ravaging her. Regardless, I could not have been happier. I had shared an entire meal with my wife without wanting to rip my hair out or run from the room. Well, for the most part. There were a few moments where running to my office would have felt good, but I had steeled myself, breathing through the anxiety and pushing through. And it worked. At least for now.
It was incredible how much my life had changed in just over a week. All because of this woman.
A woman who was now furiously running down the stairs towards the table.
Completely naked.
With two minutes to spare on her timer.
Fucking fantastic.
CHAPTER13
EZEKIEL
She was perfection, standing there beside the table exactly as I had commanded her. I took my time, leaning against the kitchen counter as my eyes roved over her naked form with unfettered admiration. She was exquisite. All creamy, soft flesh, curves and valleys. The lines of her body drew my sight down towards her full breasts, heaving gently with each breath, and then down lower to the apex of her delicious cunt. I had a feeling she was already wet for me, aching with a need that my throbbing cock echoed.
“You are breathtaking, angel,” I praised her, noting the way her lips curled into a smile and her shoulders pulled back just a touch with pride. Good. I wanted her to be proud of her body, of her submission. She was incredible.
I turned back to the counter, grabbing the few items I would need in order to play out this yummy little scene I had planned for us. Of the last few scenes we had engaged in, this would be the most lighthearted of them all, and I could not wait to explore this with her. While it was my predilection to engage in edge play, to push boundaries, there was something to be said for some good fun that was easy and light. I wanted to show her that side of kink, to explore it with her.
Setting the items on the table, I turned back to her, cupping her chin and bringing her gaze to mine. Her eyes were bottomless pools of desire and anticipation. Christ, I could get lost there.
“Today, I want to focus on your sense of taste. I want you to taste things that will increase your hunger. I want you to revel in it. My desire is for you to lose yourself. Can you do that for me, angel?” I coaxed gently, still gripping her chin.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered breathlessly.
“To begin, I want you right here.” I guided her around the side of the table, facing me as I leaned against the edge. She stood still, exactly as she had a moment ago, in a perfect presenting position. “Eyes on me, angel.”
I slowly divested myself of my clothing, pulling my shirt from my body, and then slowly unbuttoning my pants. My cock nearly wept with relief as I finally released it from the pressure of my zipper. I was rock hard and dripping for her already.
I watched as her eyes moved over my body hungrily. Her mouth opened, hanging in an obvious hunger that called to me like a siren’s song.
“Like what you see, angel?” I teased her, a smirk lifting the corner of my lips.
“Very,verymuch so, Sir,” she answered in a slow drawl, her eyes fixating on my hard cock which twitched under her ravenous gaze. Fuck, all I wanted to do was push her to her knees and slip my cock between those plump lips until she gagged and cried breathless tears of need for me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I palmed my cock, urging my need to stay under control, at least for a little while longer. It was so easy to lose all control of a scene when she looked at me like that.
She licked her lips as I slowly stroked my cock once and then twice.
“Do that again, angel, and I will take this scene in a completely different direction,” I half warned, half promised darkly.
I saw as she contemplated that choice and fuck; it made it ten times harder to stick to the plan at hand. Still, I persevered through my cock’s agenda and stuck to the scene.
“Taste can heighten a scene so quickly. I want you to keep your hands behind your back, clasped just as they are now. But I want you to taste me,” I instructed firmly. Her eyes immediately darted back down to my aching cock. “No, not there. Not yet. Taste me anywhere else. But taste me.”
