Page 22 of Risky Bet

“I’m usually based out of Phoenix, but some business has me in the state of Nevada for at least the next month.”

“My family lives in Avondale,” she said.

His eyes widened a bit at that. “So, you’re saying you’ve been in my backyard this whole time?”

She shrugged. “I went to school in California and I’ve been living there the last few years, so not exactly.”

The doorbell rang, and she scrambled to her feet, intent on getting her robe. His hand connected with her ass sharply. “I didn’t tell you to get up. I’ll get the door. You stay here and wait for me.”

She dropped back to her knees. The area they were in wasn’t directly visible from the front door, so she was safe from prying eyes. When he returned a moment later, he was carrying her robe.

“Come on. We’ll eat in the kitchen,” he said, tossing her the thin silk garment.

“Thanks,” she murmured as she stood and slipped it on.

She was still tying the belt when they entered the kitchen. Two people were pulling food out of bags and placing it on the table.

“Sit,” he commanded, pulling out a chair.

When the staff finished setting out the food, he pulled out his wallet and tipped them. “Give the chef my regards,” he said as they left.

When they were alone, he pulled something out of his pocket. “We’re going to indulge in something I enjoy,” he said as he stepped behind her.

The room went dark, and for a brief minute she panicked, but his voice soothed her.

“If you’ve never ate a meal in the dark, this is going to be a delightful experience for you.”

She inhaled deeply and waited for whatever was about to happen.

“Do you recall everything I ordered?” he asked. The sound of wood scraping against the floor seemed deafening in her darkened world. She felt him close to her as he settled into the chair he’d just moved.

“I think so, Sir,” she breathed.

“Hmmm. The blindfold certainly brings out your inner submissive. Perhaps I’ll use it more often.”

It wasn’t a thought she relished, she enjoyed being able to see him, but she had to admit she was very turned on.

“I’m going to feed you a little of everything and you’ll guess what you’re eating. For every item you get right, you earn a reward after dinner. Get something wrong and that’s a point for the punishment column.”

It sounded like a fun game to her.

“Open up,” he coaxed. Something cold touched her lips, and she parted them.

The texture was a dead giveaway. She recognized the rice and avocado of the sushi. The crab was some of the best she’d tasted, despite it being such a small bite.

“California roll?” she asked when she’d swallowed.

“Very good,” he praised. There was a pause, followed by the sound of Memphis chewing.

Cool glass pressed against her lips and she opened them. Water slowly filled her mouth, and she drank.

Her breathing felt ragged as another mysterious food item touched her lips. It was raw fish of some kind, but she couldn’t place what.

“Something from the sashimi platter?” she questioned.

He chuckled. “But what do you think it is?”

She opened her mouth for another bite. “Tuna?” she questioned.

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