Page 23 of The Billionaire Submissive
Maybe all the blood was still in his groin because he couldn’t get his brain to follow her train of thought. “Probably?”
“Fetch me two dishes, two spoons and the biggest, stoutest wooden spoon you have.” She slapped his ass again. “Pronto. I suspect that Dmitri concocted something very decadent for us to sample. It’d be a crime to let it go to waste.”
He headed for the door, his mind still fuzzy. Was she actually going to stop and eat dessert? Now? After he’d just come at her command? And what the hell was she going to do with a big freaking wooden spoon? He hoped for some punishment, but kitchen implements had never crossed his mind. Plus, he couldn’t help but remember that one of the options on the sexual interest questionnaire had been anal. Both the giving.
And receiving.
“Donovan,” she called after him, her voice soft and rich with laughter. “You’ve got a very nice ass. I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off it.”
He growled out loud but did as she told him. Fine white china dessert plates, two silver spoons and one wooden spoon, the handle as thick as his thumb. He was cursing himself in every language he knew by the time he got back to the bedroom, but he froze at the sight awaiting him.
Mistress L had removed her dress and sat in all her sinful undergarment finery on his bed. Corset and stockings. And nothing underneath. Posed, naturally, so he could see every single glorious detail.
He’d known about her penchant for going commando after the incident in his office. And yeah, the thought had crossed his mind only a thousand times throughout the evening. A million. But the reality seared his brain to ash. He’d even known she kept her pussy shaved after she’d let him touch her.
Butseeingthat pink, moist flesh was an entirely different ballgame.
“Bring the box from Dmitri’s too. I can’t wait to see what he sent us.”
He handed her all the kitchen items and retrieved the box. At her nod, he opened it and couldn’t help but smile. “Cherry pie.” There was a lidded container inside, too. He lifted it out and gave it to her, unsure what it was. Ice cream? But it would have melted already. What did she like to eat on pie?
Whipped cream. The real stuff.
She stuck her finger in the thickened cream and licked it off. “It’s a little runny after sitting in the box with a still warm cherry pie, but it tastes soooo good.”
A sound escaped his throat that made him blush so hotly he swayed again. Dear God in heaven, did he, Donovan Morgan, CEO of Morgan Industries, actuallywhimper?
“Oh, yum, look at these big fat cherries. He must have had some Bing cherries in the freezer.” She dipped her fingers into the pie plate and plucked one of those dark red cherries from the pie. “Mmmm. My favorite.”
She spread sticky sweet cherry pie all over her lips and licked it off with loud appreciation. While he stood there watching, trying not to moan again.
“Are you getting hard for me yet, Donovan?”
He let out a strangled laugh. His cock was so hard he could probably use it to slice her a piece of the pie she was enjoying so much. “Yes, Mistress.”
She folded the box down flat to protect his already stained comforter and set the pie plate on top of it. Thoughtfully, as though she didn’t have a naked, sweating, anxiously aroused submissive standing before her, she broke off a piece of crust and nibbled it daintily. “If I remember correctly, you offended me today in your office.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He straightened, dragging his eyes away from that wicked pie. “I did. I’m sorry.”
She nodded, using her fingers to find another big cherry. This time she tipped her head back and let the cherry fall into her open mouth. He couldn’t look away as she moaned softly, obviously enjoying the treat. Without looking at him, she went after another cherry. “You said I could punish you. You said I could use anything I wanted. Anything at all. Is that right?”
He nodded, unsure whether he could get a word out that wasn’t garbled beyond all recognition.It’s a good thing she let me come once already, or I’d have already embarrassed myself watching her make love to the pie.
“Do you think I’m enjoying this pie, Donovan? Then help me enjoy it even more. Come here and fuck this delicious cherry pie.”
He stiffened, trying to get his mind wrapped around what she wanted. Like put his dick in it? Seriously? Wouldn’t she regret wasting the entire dessert?
“You heard me.” Her voice lowered, deeper to the vibration that made his spine jangle with alarm and delight at the same time. The voice saidget your butt over here now and do exactly what I told you to do. Or else.
And he wanted the “or else”. Ached bone-deep to have the punishment. The pain that burned his skin and melted through the ice threatening to overtake him.
But he wanted to please her too.
“Donovan.” Her voice rumbled with warning.
Numbly, he moved to the edge of the bed. She reached out and wrapped her palm around him, not hesitantly, not gently, but firmly enough that he rose up on his toes, painfully aware of exactly what body part she squeezed so hard. And then she lifted the pie plate and pushed the head of his cock through the warm gooey cherries.
He’d never felt anything quite like it. It was almost like being inside a woman, without the tightness.
