Page 80 of Truth

“Not at first, but...” Dipping my index finger down below the waterline, I traced the outline of her breast. “But now he’s starting to like her... even though he says she’s a spoiled brat.”

“Ah. One of those.”

She closed her eyes as I moved my attentions to her other breast. Brianna was extremely responsive to my hands.

“Dinner is here. Get out and dry off. Don’t bother to get dressed. I’ll meet you in the living room.” Standing up, I reached for the towel, then dried my hand and left the room. I could only imagine what was going through her head at my instructions.

I cleared off the coffee table and laid out the food on top of it. There was a large variety of options, but it was mostly finger foods. I’d ordered everything from mini-pizzas to tapas and sushi. We were going to experiment a little with food and with Brianna’s comfort level in regards to herself and nudity.

She hesitated in the doorway, glancing at the large windows showcasing downtown Minneapolis, before tentatively moving into the living room where I was waiting. I patted the floor beside me, letting her know I wanted her to sit. Her actions were rushed. She was clearly uncomfortable. I supposed I could tell her the windows had a mirrored shine on the outside preventing anyone from seeing in, but I wanted her a little on edge.

“I hope you’re hungry.” I pointed to the variety of food on the table.

Aside from a slight widening of her eyes, she didn’t react to the spread.

Brianna bowed her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “Put your arms down, Brianna. You are not to hide yourself in any way from me tonight, understood?”

She nodded and lowered her arms.

I watched as she placed her hands in her lap, then placed them on her knees, and then dropped them to her side. She was unsure what do to with them. It was just as well. She wasn’t quite in the exposed position I wanted her.

“Spread your legs apart and sit with your ass on the floor.” I watched as she followed my instructions. “Spread your legs wider.”

Reaching down, I cupped my hand possessively over her pussy. Brianna sucked in a breath and held it. I gently rocked my hand back and forth over her folds, bumping her clit, but not applying enough pressure to truly stimulate.

Her pubic hair tickled my hand in a reminder that she still needed to get waxed. Her shopping trip with Lily would be a perfect time to get that taken care of. Her birthday was in nine days, and I had plans for the two of us, especially if things went well with Logan and Lily next Saturday.

I’d talked to him earlier, and everything was set up as best as it could be for next weekend. We’d go over to their house at two on Saturday afternoon. It was agreed that Brianna would most likely react better if she could see things from beginning to end. Therefore, Lily would be clothed when we arrived, and she and Brianna were going to have some time to talk beforehand. Brianna needed to know with absolute certainty that Lily was doing this of her own free will, that it was what she wanted.

“Have Lily arrange a waxing appointment for you this week while you’re shopping. I want you bare by the weekend.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond, and she apparently realized I didn’t require an answer.

“Place your hands behind your back and keep them there.”

Once her hands were out of the way, I picked up one of the tapas. I had the restaurant send over a sampling. This first one had tomato, basil, mushroom, and some rosemary. I placed it up against her lips. “Take a bite and tell me what you think.”

She opened her mouth and bit down just shy of the middle. As she chewed and swallowed, I popped the remaining half into my mouth.

“It’s good. I like it.”

I smiled and reached for a deviled egg. Again, we shared it.

As our dinner of finger foods continued, I played with her a little, making her reach for the food or intentionally missing her mouth so bits of food would fall onto her chest and need to be removed. I started by using my fingers to retrieve the dropped food, then progressed to more creative means. When a bit of hummus dropped onto the top of her breast, I dipped my head and used my tongue to lick it off.

By the time we reached the dessert portion of the meal, I was more deliberate with strategically putting food on her body and removing it with my mouth. Gradually, I began to smell the scent of her arousal wafting up from between her legs. Her sex glistened, and the memory of feasting on her first thing that morning had my cock straining to get free.

I took a deep breath to steady myself. She was such a picture of beauty sitting like this, completely trusting... submitting. I debated my original plan, which was to finish dinner and then go over her journal with her. Sex was on the menu, yes, but not until later. I wanted to get her worked up, exposed, and go over her diary with her. She needed to see herself as a whole person, not just what those voices she kept hearing in her head told her she was.

After feeding her a chocolate-covered strawberry and watching the juice dribble down the corner of her mouth, my resolve went out the window. I lifted myself up off the floor and took a seat on the couch directly behind her. Completely forgetting about the food, I undid my jeans and pulled my cock out, holding it at the base. “Turn around, Brianna.”

Like the obedient submissive she was, Brianna turned around, kneeling before me with her hands behind her back. Her only reaction to seeing my erection was to scoot herself closer to the edge of the couch and look up at me for permission. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently guided her down. Leaning my head back on the couch, I allowed her to go at her own pace and enjoyed the feel of her mouth sucking on my cock.

Brianna

Stephan’s fingers tightened on the back of my head, and it sent a thrill through me. I wasn’t sure what it was about giving him a blowjob that I liked, but feeling him in my mouth, knowing I was giving him pleasure, only increased the heat between my legs.

I knew I was wet. With every lick and suck and slide of his fingers during dinner, I’d felt the moisture increasing. At first, I’d thought he had put a blanket on the floor to provide padding since we were both sitting. I wondered, however, if it had more to do with not wanting me to ruin his carpet. The area where I’d been sitting was now soaked. I had no doubt the new spot I was on soon would be, too.

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