Page 71 of Indecent Obsession
“If you want, you can pour the wine.”
The bottle of red I opened to breathe is in a glass decanter next to two glasses.
“You’re definitely going to spoil me.” Chuckling, she fills the glasses.
“That’s my secret weapon.” I bring the plates over to the table. She sets our wineglasses down. “That and knowing exactly what I’m having for dessert.”
She blushes as I pull out her chair for her.
“I have to admit, I’m craving dessert.” Her pale green eyes meet mine as I lower into my seat. Heat flashes through me. If I’d been thinking clearly, I would’ve had her suck me off on the ride over here to relieve this ache.
“How was work?” she asks before she takes a bite. She covers her lips as her eyes widen in surprise. “Mmm, this is good.”
“Thank you.” I smirk. I’ll thank my chef next time I see him. “Work was boring. But we’re working on some new weaves with new materials for next year.”
She shakes her head and sips her wine. “Do you really dislike work that much?”
I lean forward and catch her hand, drawing it my way before lifting it. I press a kiss to each of her knuckles while holding those beautiful eyes of hers. “No, I don’t. But I also don’t want to bore you with the details when we can discuss more interesting things like what you and your Wyatt talked about at lunch today.”
Her eyes narrow playfully. “How do you know we talked about anything?”
I sip my wine. “Because, princess, I don’t imagine Wyatt is one to break office protocol and fuck you during the day.”
“Hmm.” She chews her food thoughtfully and takes a drink of her wine. Her flush creeps down her neck. “We did discuss what it means for me to be his. Punishments, expectations, protocol. Rules.”
“Any rules I’d be interested in?” I continue to eat my lasagna.
“Maybe.” Her eyes flare with heat. “If I masturbate, I have to ask him permission to come. No panties in the apartment.”
“That’s one I can get behind and take advantage of.” I take a sip. I could bend her over this table and slide my cock into her soaking wet cunt. Clearing my throat, I say, “If I make you masturbate, do you have to ask him to come for me?”
“Probably.” Her eyebrows lift and she smiles. “Or I’ll get punished.”
“Hmm.” I rub my fingers over my lips. Wyatt’s punishments might be fun to watch. “What other rules?”
“Keep my pussy tidy and neat.” She leans her elbows on the table and links her hands, resting her chin on them. “When we’re in the apartment, I’m his to do with what he wishes.”
“So if you’re in my apartment, you’re mine? I can order you around and you’ll obey?”
“He doesn’t want me to always obey.” Her eyes widen and she leans forward like she’s sharing a secret. “There’s always the option of punishment.”
“What are your punishments, princess?” I chew on my bread while I wait for her answer, tearing off another piece and popping it into my mouth.
“Orgasm denial, spanking, forced orgasm, cockwarming, toys.” She arches her eyebrow as she takes another sip of her red wine.
Fuck, I can get on board for those. Wyatt is a very wise man. Or I would think that if he didn’t pass up his chance to have Sara all to himself. I’m willing to take full advantage of our sharing while it lasts. But I’ll be damned if I let her go just because they decide it’s for the best. She’s mine now.
“So your punishment for having an orgasm while masturbating without permission could be forced orgasms? Seems like he’s punishing you with a good time.” I sit back and wipe my hands on my napkin. I’m ready to move on to the next course.
She shrugs and grins. “Don’t tell him that. I read somewhere that some Doms will make their sub count rice as a punishment.”
“Well, you are studying accounting.”
She makes a face and I laugh.
“He could have you stand in a corner.” I raise an eyebrow. “Treat you like the brat he wants you to be.”
She shakes her head. Her gaze goes from my plate to hers. “Do I need to clean my plate to get dessert?”
