“Lean forward, baby.” He put some pillows behind her back, making sure she was comfortable as she reclined back against them before securing her, her wrists and ankles cuffed and tied to each corner of the bed with long lengths of rope.
He tested the tightness of the cuffs, which were made of a soft, supple leather.
“How does that feel, beautiful? Any discomfit?” He hadn’t stretched her legs and arms as wide apart as he could have. He wanted to ensure her comfort most of all.
“I’m good,” she replied.
“Tell me if that changes. Right away.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Damn, he loved hearing her call him Sir.
He fixed the silk scarf over her eyes. “What’s your safe word?”
“Pink, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, this is the way the game works. For every bite of food you eat, you get a reward.”
Her breath caught. “And what if I don’t eat it?”
“Then you get punished.”
Jesus. What a choice, she kind of liked the sound of them both.
“Please me, baby and I will please you,” Derrick whispered in her ear.
She shivered in anticipation. Something cool passed by her lips and she opened them instinctively.
A grape. Yumm.
“Very nice.” Derrick kissed his way down her neck before placing another piece of food on her lips.
Some soft, buttered bread. As Jacey chewed, he continued to kiss down her body.
More food, more butterfly soft kisses that managed to avoid all the places she wanted him most. Her nipples, her pussy, her clit.
“Open wide.” Another piece of bread touched her tongue and Jacey chewed it for a long moment before swallowing. Derrick cupped her breasts.
“Please, Sir,” she begged.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Touch my nipples, take them into your mouth, suck them.”
“Well, you have been very good.” He lightly tongued her distended nipples. Holding her breasts gently, knowing how tender they were, he moved from one nipple to the other. Jacey whimpered, her need spiralling out of control. She attempted to thrust her hips up, needing him to touch her clit, to drive himself inside her.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “You still have some more food to finish.”
He let her breasts go and something else brushed her lips. Jacey turned her face away.
“No more, I need you.”
“A little bit more and you’ll get everything you need,” he promised.
She opened her lips, allowing him to feed her. He parted her labia, brushing a finger against her clit. It was exquisite torture. Not nearly enough to send her crashing over the edge into bliss.
He stopped flicking her clit long enough to give her a drink of orange juice then his finger returned, this time with more pressure.