Page 75 of Beautifully Wounded

“I’ve been called worse.” I shrug, and she nods.

“I can just imagine.”

“Stop being a brat and get down here.” I point to the shitty green carpet, but she shakes her head.

“No. Give me the phone first.”

So, this is how she wants to play it?

Fine with me.

“You’re not getting the phone until you’ve eaten. Now get down here.”

“No.” She pronounces the word like I’m hard of hearing.

“Down! Now!” I boom, and in an instant, her eyes drop to the floor as she quickly gets off the bed, coming to stand before me.

Fuck.

I knew she was a submissive, and I know she doesn’t know she’s one, but right now, as she stands before me, her eyes cast to the floor between us, I wish she did know. I wish she knew so I could command her to kneel. To open her pretty mouth wide and take my cock deep into the back of her throat until she gags.

Fuck, she’d be such a good girl.

I consider if this is perhaps what has me so captivated with her. The fact she is a natural submissive. She never chose to be like this. She was raised that way, and it makes me wonder if she wouldn’t, in fact, enjoy that in the bedroom.

Considering her past, and what I think may have happened to her, my guess is she may not be so keen to give up her control, since it most definitely was taken away from her.

“Eyes on mine.” I command, and just like I thought, her caramel pools dart up to meet mine. Fuck me. She’s even standing with her hands clasped together in front of her.

“Eat a snag or chop, and a corncob, and you will be rewarded with the phone.”

Slowly, she nods and when I step aside and gesture to the table, she quickly takes a seat and starts nibbling on a snag.

I sit too, taking a chop and using my fingers like a caveman, and eat as I watch her.

She frowns a little as she eats, a cringe crossing her expression before she places the snag down and starts on the corn. I bite back a smirk as she sinks her teeth in, her lashes fluttering as she closes her eyes and starts chewing.

“Are you vegetarian?” I ask, noting the difference between her trying to eat the meat and taking a decent bite of the corn.

She shakes her head, but then shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

I chuckle. “Isn’t being vegetarian a choice? You either like eating meat or you don’t.”

She shrugs again, her eyes on me as she takes another bite of her corn.

“There are more veggies out there.” I point my thumb over my shoulder. “Would you like me to get more for you?”

“Yes, please.” She nods with a mouth full of corn, some of the juice running down her chin.

I can’t fucking help it. Before I realise what I’m doing, I reach forward and wipe up the escaped juice with my finger before licking it off. Her eyes go wide, and I chuckle, more to hide the fact that I’m just as shocked, before I stand and leave the room to gather more vegetables.

Casey is a big believer of salad and vegetables with at least two meals of the day, so it’s no surprise there is an array of options on the trestle tables by the barbeque. I get another plate, filling it with potato salad, peas, beans, broccoli, and a gardensalad, before snatching up a couple of bread rolls and butter, too.

When I return to Abbey, her eyes go wide at the large plate piled high, and she immediately starts with the green vegetables, eating quickly like she’s starved.

Has this been her problem the whole time? I just wasn’t offering her the right food?

Whatever it is, I’m fucking happy she’s finally eating. Warmth fills my chest, and I feel like beating it and yelling, “I man, feed woman!”

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