Page 7 of The Music in Me

“Leon, I can’t eat any of this.” I shook my head.

He set the maple syrup on the table and sat beside me. “Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Not really,” he replied, staring at me with a blank look in his eyes.

“Come on, Leon. You know I’m on a diet.”

“No, you’re not. Not while we are here. You’re mine for the next three days, remember? That means you do what I tell you to, no questions asked.”

I raised a brow. “No questions asked?”

“No questions asked,” he repeated in a deep voice, staring into my eyes. “We had a deal.”

“I didn’t know that included what I ate,” I hissed at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Careful,” he said softly. “It’s just a few hours into the day, and you’re close to getting on my naughty list. That means you get punished tonight.”

Remembering how he’d punished me last night, I wondered if he had any intention of fixing the gaping flaw in his system. How could he incentivize me to be a good girl when his idea of punishment was to tie me up and give me orgasms? Even getting spanked by him felt great. Maybe that was why I scowled at him instead of backing down.

“You can’t control everything I do, Leon. That makes no sense. I’m still allowed to make my own decisions.”

“No, you don’t. Not for the next three days at least.”

“Yes, I do,” I countered. “You can’t control everything I do for the next three days. What, are you going to decide when I pee too?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, and I saw his brow furrow in frustration. “Just eat the food, Kira. You and I both know you want to, and it seems I’m the only one who knows you need to. You’ll need all the energy you can get for the day I have planned for you.”

“I’m on a diet,” I repeated, wondering why he was adamant about this.

“No, you’re not. If you came to me tomorrow and told me you wanted to go on a diet for whatever reason, I would be behind you one hundred and ten percent. But you and I both know this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with that fucking asshole.”

There was only one person Leon called a fucking asshole with that much vitriol. “This has nothing to do with Anthony,” I hissed.

“No? Because before him you had no problem eating what you wanted to eat. Remember when we would go to a restaurant, and you’d order some actual food, not the goddamn salad every freaking time?” He looked into my eyes. “Seems like you forgot how to take care of yourself, so I’m going to do it for you. Eat the food, Kira.”

His words had struck a nerve, stirring memories of past arguments with Anthony. “It’s not that simple,” I whispered.

“Yes, it is,” he replied. “You have a beautiful body, Kira. Every inch of you is perfect, and I have half a mind to bend you over my knees and spank you for letting that fucking asshole make you even doubt. Now, eat that food, or I’ll make you drop to your knees and feed the entire thing to you bite by bite.”

My nipples hardened, and I felt a wave of arousal wash over me as the image he’d just painted flashed across my mind. He either sucked at giving ultimatums, or he’d mastered the art of persuasion because I grabbed my bowl of egg and pulled it closer.

“Fine,” I said, picking up the fork and stabbing the food with it. “I’ll eat the damn food.”

I took one bite and held back a moan as the taste exploded in my mouth. This was better than delicious. It was a bowl of fluffy white heaven, garnished with spices I couldn’t even name. The bacon tasted even better, as did the pancakes, especially when Leon reached across me and covered them in maple syrup.

“Speaking of fucking assholes,” I said with a mouthful of food, “I got a message from Anthony today.”

Leon frowned. “I thought he was blocked.”

“He was and is. I think he’s using a burner phone or something. Don’t worry. I already deleted it, and I didn’t reply.”

“Good. Maybe it’s time we consider getting a restraining order on him.”

I raised a brow. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think? I mean, he is a fucking asshole, but you and I both know he’ll never hurt me.”

“He already did,” Leon reminded me gently.

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