Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Skin smooth, hair washed and blown out, a touch of makeup, and she was ready to present herself. Her stomach rumbled at the aromas of fresh coffee and frying bacon that met her as she came out of the bathroom.
In the living room, Master Damon was on his laptop. A fire was blazing merrily in the hearth. He looked up and set the laptop aside.
“Come here and stand on the rug at attention, hands behind your head.”
Ellen obeyed, butterflies fluttering in her belly.
Master Damon rose to his feet and approached her. He ran his fingers along her underarms. She willed herself not to giggle at his tickling touch. He smoothed his hands down her sides and then cupped her sex. Her clit instantly stiffened to attention as he moved his palm against her.
Pulling his hand away, he took a step back. “Turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks for me.”
Of course, he had every right to inspect her body—his property—as it pleased him. Even so, Ellen was unable to stop her blush as she obeyed. She tried not to jump when he rimmed her asshole with his finger.
After a moment, he gave her ass a dismissive pat. “You pass the inspection. Come to the table. You won’t be using the furniture today. You will kneel on the floor cushion I set out for you, hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ellen straightened and made her way to the table. Was he going to feed her? Or make her eat from a plate on the floor like an animal? She hoped it was the former but she would remain calm and open to whatever her Master had planned for her. As she knelt on the cushion, she saw butter and maple syrup already on the table. Her mouth watered with anticipation.
Master Damon went into the kitchenette. She could hear him washing his hands in the sink. He returned a few moments later with two plates, one holding a stack of waffles, the other piled with crisp bacon. He set these on the table and went back into the kitchen. When he next emerged, he held two mugs of steaming coffee.
He sat in the chair beside Ellen. “I will feed you from my plates,” he informed her. “You will keep your hands behind your back.”
He smeared plenty of butter over the waffles and then poured the maple syrup over them. He used the edge of his fork to cut a piece of waffle. Ellen’s lips parted in anticipation. She was starving.
But, instead of offering her the morsel, he put it in his own mouth. Next, he took a bite of bacon. Without looking at Ellen, he lifted one of the mugs and sipped.
Patience, she reminded herself. He decides. Not you.
Finally, he cut another bite of waffle and held out the laden fork. Ellen eagerly opened her mouth. She nearly moaned aloud with pleasure as she chewed, her taste buds awash in melted butter and real maple syrup.
Lifting the other mug, he held it to her lips. He tilted it carefully, allowing her to sip. He’d added exactly the right amount of cream.
There was something supremely sensual in the way Master Damon fed her. Each time he placed a bite of bacon on her tongue, his fingers would invariably brush her lips or even enter her mouth. She had to resist the urge to suck on them—to close her eyes and moan with pleasure. His expression was alternately tender and stern, as he both nurtured her and controlled her.
They ate in silence until most of the waffles and bacon were gone, their mugs of coffee nearly empty, her appetite fully sated.
“Had enough?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you. It was delicious.”
Lifting his napkin, he patted her mouth and chin. Returning his attention to the remaining food, he finished it off in a couple of big bites. He wiped his own mouth and then turned to her.
“You may rest your hands on your thighs.”
Ellen gratefully brought her hands from behind her back.
Master Damon shifted so he was fully facing her. “Today I plan to explore just how far I can take you into erotic humiliation and sexual debasement. From what I’ve observed of you so far, I think you’ll respond well. But this kind of play can be tough to handle, even for a deeply masochistic submissive like you.”
In spite of herself, Ellen flashed back once more to poor Lia. But Master Damon was nothing like Master Lawrence. And this wasn’t to be a punishment, but rather a deepening of her role as Master Damon’s erotic slave.
“I want this experience to be fully immersive,” he continued. “If you can surrender yourself to the process, I think you’ll find it very freeing. But along the way, it’s quite possible we’ll trigger some very intense negative emotions.”
He fixed her with a knowing look. “I’m aware you regard using your safeword as a weakness.”