Page 19 of A Father's Insistence

“Man need meat!” I growl, and she laughs so loudly it fills the room with her delightful sound.

“Woman need chocolate.”

She copies my tone while beating her chest.

“I’d never have guessed.” I shake my head.

“But do you know how I like it?” she teases playfully.

My brain instantly goes into the gutter, and I imagine her licking chocolate off my dick before I drip the molten delight all over her tits. I’m a hot blooded male, and my wife is sexy as fuck. Not that I’ll touch her until she’s ready. I compose myself, but I think she’s read my thoughts because she blushes.

“With strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries,” she quickly adds to dispel all thoughts of my sexual preference for chocolate.

“Nice.” I snort a little laugh before reaching out to the phone at the side of her bed and dialing the kitchens. The chef answers straight away.

“Sir?” Despite it being Joanna’s room, she’ll not use the phone to order anything for herself, so he knows it’s me calling.

“Do we have any strawberries, raspberries, or blackberries?” I ask and listen as rustling comes from the other side of the phone while he looks in the fridge.

“No blackberries, but we do have the other two,” he replies after a minute.

“Good. What about chocolate?”

“What type?”

“Type?” I query before realizing what he means. I pull the phone down to my chest. “What type of chocolate do you prefer?” I ask Joanna,

“Dark, please.”

I nod and return to the call.

“Dark please. Can you melt it and bring some of those small almond biscuits up as well?”

“I’ll bring you a chocolate fondue platter, sir. I believe we even have some marshmallows somewhere.”

“Thank you.”

I hang up and turn my attention back to Joanna who’s moved off the bed while I was on the phone and has gone into the bathroom. Despite it only being around seven in the evening, it appears she’s changing out of her clothes and into her PJs. I get off the bed and standing casually outside the closed bathroom door, I shout, “Do you like sport?”

“Sorry?” she says as she walks out in her baggy trousers and top. She’s as beautiful in her casual clothes as she is in her smart ones.

“Do you like sport?” I repeat and lead her to one of the chairs in the room. She takes a seat, tucking her legs underneath her, and I pull a blanket off the bed and wrap it around her.

“I do.” She laughs as though enjoying a private joke, and I cock my head wanting to be in on it. “I was very much into sport when I was younger. My father got really angry at me, at one point, because he wanted me to do hockey or polo, but I wanted to play rugby. He threw an absolute fit one day when I came home and told him I’d made the school’s rugby team. It was all right for the boys at the neighboring boy’s grammar school to play but not me. I had to quit after a few games, though, having come home with a black eye. It wouldn’t have done if any permanent damage had occurred prior to me being given to the society.” She falls silent again, and I’m just about to tell her I preferred rugby as a sport as well, when there’s a knock at the door. I unlock it and allow the butler to bring in our food. Joanna stands and bows respectfully to him. He repeats the gesture back before leaving us alone once more. She looks between the food and me, waiting for permission to eat, so I nod my head at her. It’s the same with every meal even though I’ve told her she can start eating whenever she wants. She picks up a big strawberry and dips it into the chocolate before bringing it to her mouth and devouring the sweet treat in seconds. I can’t help but smile as I watch her.

“How about favorite animal?” Joanna questions me.

“Animal?” I screw my nose up. It’s not something I’ve ever thought about.

“Yes,” Joanna continues. “I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for giraffes. I love their faces, and they seem really cheeky to me. They are majestic. It’s silly, but I just like them.”

“It’s not silly. Don’t worry. But I don’t know about my favorite animal.” I rub my chin while thinking. “I like owls.”

“Owls?”

“Yes, they’re wise, skilled, and can hunt in the dark. A good animal.”

“A prowler!” Joanna chuckles and picks up another strawberry. I do the same.

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