“You don’t have to do that.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, love.”
As I drown in those emerald green depths, I was beginning to wonder if this man was too good to be true. From the moment I’d stepped foot in Zeke’s house, Isaac had been right there with me. He took care of me as though I was the most important thing to him. And sure, he’d said as much, but hey, sometimes things were said in the heat of the moment. I wasn’t naive enough to take every word muttered at face value.
Isaac pressed his lips to mine, then stepped back. “How can I help?”
“Well, I’d considered making an Irish meal, but then I learned that most of your meals are loaded with meat. So…I figured spaghetti would have to work.”
He laughed. “Italian. Not quite Irish, but a good choice.”
“I thought so.”
“But not necessary,” he said, pulling me back against him.
“What? You scared I can’t cook?”
“Not at all. But I ordered out. It’ll be delivered shortly.”
“Is that why you asked if I had any food allergies earlier?” I turned in his arms.
His smile was wicked and guilty.
“Are we celebrating something?”
“Being alone.”
I glanced around. “What do you mean alone? Where is everybody?”
“Ian took Dante and Heaven to dinner. Said he wanted to load up on fried food and he knows I’m not a fan.”
“Well, then, I guess it’s just the two of us.”
“It is.” He cupped my face. “And tonight, we’ll have dinner my way.”
I felt a shift in the air, a charge that had my insides tingling. “What way is that?” The words were said on a breathy sigh.
“With you naked, kneeling at my feet.”
My skin felt two sizes too small. Desire pulsed through me. Not many Dominants were as observant as Isaac and Ian, but it seemed they were in tune with me. Or at least that was my experience when playing with them at the club.
Isaac’s thumb brushed over my lower lips. “I’ll feed you.”
“Thank you, my Liege.”
“My pleasure, fairy princess.”
As though he’d timed it perfectly, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get that. I want you to put a pillow on the floor in the living room, strip, kneel, and wait for me.”
“Yes, my Liege.”
I hurried to the living room, listening as he spoke to the delivery person. I quickly removed my shorts and T-shirt, setting them neatly on the coffee table before grabbing one of the fluffy throw pillows from the sofa and placing it on the floor in the spot I felt most convenient for Isaac.
The sound of silverware and dishes clanging came from the kitchen as I kneeled in position. I drifted off into my head. The only way to describe it was a mental high. Some would probably say it was a form of subspace, but I didn’t have a label for it. It was as though endorphins flooded my bloodstream, a feeling that wasn’t easy for me to get to. Except when I’d played with Isaac and Ian. It had always come instantly when we were together.
The guttural sound of Isaac’s voice alerted me to his presence, though I couldn’t translate what he’d said. I had noticed Isaac’s and Ian’s Irish had come out more, including that ridiculously sexy accent they both sported, the longer I was around them. When I’d interacted with them at the club, it was usually masked. I wasn’t sure if they relaxed more at home, hence the reason it came out more. Whatever it was, I loved hearing it, the lilt, the seduction in their voices.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” he said simply, pulling out a black silk mask. He gently put it over my eyes, securing it behind my head. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, my Liege.”
His footsteps faded momentarily, returning not long after. I heard the sound of a plate on the glass table, then another. He left again, returned. This time, he set more things down.
“Turn to your right,” Isaac instructed.
I shifted in that direction.
“Spread your knees apart. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
My nipples pebbled as I widened my knees, and I knew he could see my obvious appreciation of his words. He turned me on like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, the reverence in his tone causing goose bumps to cover my arms.
For the next twenty minutes, Isaac teased and tormented me with his words and subtle brushes of his fingers on my skin. He fed me, making me guess what I was eating. Considering he’d gotten me a portabella mushroom burger, it hadn’t been an easy feat. But it was delicious.
After he had cleaned away all of the dishes, he returned, removing the blindfold.
“Do you want to know what I’m having for dessert?” he asked, holding out his hand to help me up.
“Hopefully it’s me.”
His smirk was sexy. “It definitely is. But I’ll be eating the traditional way.”
