Page 111 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

It made her remember all the times she’d eaten world class food and how much she enjoyed it.

Tears pricked her eyes when she realized how often she’d subsisted on protein bars, dry sandwiches, and coffee while those meals were right in front of her.

God, Mark needed to beat her ass like a drum for being such an idiot. Of course, there’d soon be eight hundred-odd reminders when he worked his way through the list of her punishments.

Somehow, the thought didn’t seem as daunting as it used to.

“It’s really good. I like it.”

“Good.” He set the glass aside and lifted the cloche from one of the plates.

She nearly moaned when she spotted the bacon wrapped scallops. There was enough for two and her mouth watered, but when she reached for a fork, Mark took her hand and laid it in her lap.

“You’re going to sit still and enjoy the food I’ll give you,” he murmured, the warning in his voice clear. “And you’re going to eat until I decide you’re finished.”

Instead of venting her irritation, she decided to give in. Although it was demeaning to sit her throbbing ass on his lap and be fed like a child, maybe she had it coming. Aside from that, a pinch of humiliation sent a pulse of need into her core.

Who knew that would be one of her kinks?

Mark did. He had some kind of magic which enabled him to see into her like she was transparent. Or maybe he was just that observant.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He cut one of the massive scallops into quarters and held the succulent grilled seafood to her lips. “Open.”

She closed her lips around the fork and whimpered as real honest-to-God flavor sent her tastebuds into reeling ecstasy.

“So good.” She didn’t even care about talking with her mouth full.

“I’m glad.” He held up a baby heirloom potato dripping with cream sauce, the purple color delighting her. “Try this.”

Through it all, his hands wandered over her body. He’d tweak a nipple when she ate a potato. When she finished a scallop, she got a slow, teasing caress to her clit. He rained soft kisses on her shoulders and neck when her salad plate was clean. A bite of freshly baked multigrain bread garnered a finger in her wet channel.

Her brain went offline, and for once in her life, she let herself enjoy the experience and the cruelly delicious edging. She wouldn’t have said no to an orgasm or three, but she almost didn’t want to come. If she did, the incredibly sensual experience might end.

He kept feeding her until all the food was gone, including a thick slice of the glazed limoncello pound cake she’d once sworn to avoid at all costs, then let her finish the glass of wine.

It wasn’t until the plates were empty that she realized Mark hadn’t taken more than a few nibbles for himself, but he wasn’t the one who had missed out. In fact, everything was so delicious she’d almost forgotten about the ginger still lodged in her ass, and the ache from her spanked bottom.

She yawned, belatedly covering her mouth. “Sorry. Food coma.”

“Good.” He helped her off his lap, then turned her to face the bed. “Bend over and hold yourself open for me.”

Fresh arousal lodged in her pussy, and she shuddered with humiliation as she obeyed his order.

“So pretty and tempting.” Instead of removing the ginger, he stroked her bottom, then swiped a finger over her clit.

Her knees trembled and she swallowed hard, desperate to keep her feet under her. “Mark?”

He pulled the ginger root from her ass, then sealed it in a plastic bag and helped her straighten. “I’m going to wash up, then it’s time for a nap.”

“Wait, what?”

“A nap.” He disposed of the bagged ginger in the bathroom wastebasket, then washed his hands. After helping her take off the apron, he knelt to ease her shoes off and gently turned her to face the bathroom. “Get cleaned up, then into bed with you.”

“But—”

“If you’re not interested in a nap, we can take care of the punishment for the first missed night’s sleep on the list.” He cupped her jaw, then brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Are you ready for another twenty?”

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