Page 20 of The Lies Always Told

“Removing the choices. I’ll make the decisions for you. You just let yourself go, okay?”

“I don’t want to fuck right now, Gus.”

He laughs a warm laugh that reaches my soul. It sounds silky and rough at the same time. “Not everything is about us fucking, Nellie. But if that changes, you let me know, yeah?” I nod. “Now open your mouth.” There’s some movement in front of me, but not enough for me to pick up on whatever he’s doing. I hear him come closer as he places something cold and soft in my mouth. It’s bigger than I expected, but I close and chew, tasting sweet and slightly salty at the same time.

“Melón y prosciutto,” he whispers.

“Prosciutto what?” I mumble between bites.

“And cantaloupe.” Fuck, that was a good bite.

I keep chewing, and when I’m ready for another, I open my mouth again. This time, he puts something hard, salty, and chunky in my mouth.

“Cajuiles.”

“Cashews?” I ask, swallowing and opening my mouth again.

“Yes. Atta girl.” My body shivers at his praise before I feel the next bite cross my lips. This time, I know exactly what it is, because chocolate-covered strawberries are my favorite. They make me horny as fuck, so I usually don’t eat a lot of them, but I love them. I don’t say anything, though. I wait for him to say it in Spanish, because I love hearing him speak it.

“Fresa con chocolate.” Why is that so hot?

“I think I like how you said that more than I likedthe strawberry.”

He chuckles again, and when I open my mouth, I expect another bite, but I get his lips instead. He kisses my bottom lip, sucking it in between his teeth and then smiling against me.

“Sorry, you had some chocolate there.”

“Don’t apologize for kissing me.” Especially not that kind of kiss.

“Noted. Open for me.” I open my legs on command, and he chuckles again. “Behave, Nellie. You said you just wanted to eat, and it will be really hard for me to keep feeding you and respect your wishes if you do things like that.”

“Maybe I’m regretting my choices.” He slides something new in my mouth. It’s salty and shaped like a fry, but it’s firmer, and it tastes different.

“Yuquita,” he says in between a chuckle and a cough. “I’m taking that as a no.”

“It’s good, just a little crispier than I expected,” I say. I finish it and realize how at ease I feel. I usually like to be in control, but in this moment, I needed somebody else to take over. He knew that.

I don’t want to sound trite and start talking about soulmates and shit. Do I believe in them? Yes. Do I think that just because this guy is giving me all his attention, that’s what it means? Maybe, but I can’t say that out loud. He continues feeding me multiple other things, some soft and sweet, some crunchy and salty, some a mix, some new things I’ve never had before. After three different bites, he feeds me a chocolate-covered strawberry and kisses me again. I’m entirely too turned on by all of this, and I’m officially regretting my choices.

I can’t eat much more anymore, and he probably can sense it, because he has slowed down feeding me. He brings a straw to my lips while he says, “Suck, baby girl.”

I squirm in my seat, and he chuckles again. He likes this torture, and he’ll be lucky if I don’t jump him in this kitchen when he’s done with the teasing.

“Not fair,” I say, leaning forward to poke his chest as I feel something hard pressing against my leg. Good to see I’m not the only one affected by this.

“I take it back. I definitely want you now.” I hear his footsteps as he walks away from me. I could take the blindfold off, but I like not knowing what’s happening. I kind of like being at his mercy, and that’s a first. I hear the fridge open and close, and then something makes a low snap close to me.

“Open your mouth, Nellie.” Gus says, and on command, I obey. A sticky, cold liquid touches my lip, and I stick my tongue out to taste it.Chocolate.In no time, his lips are on mine, sucking and cleaning the chocolate with his tongue. Then, he’s gone before I can reach out for more. He drips more syrupy chocolate, touching my lip and dripping over my chin which he licks, flattening his tongue and dragging it up, reaching my mouth and kissing me hard. My lips will be bruised if he continues, but I don’t care.

His fingers pull the string of my bathing suit, lowering it under my breast, I feel the syrup cover between my breasts, right over the vertical dotted line tattoo that he quickly licks with his warm tongue. He repeats the process, but this time, the syrup touches my nipple, cold, sticky, and abundant. This feels messy, but it also feels so damn good. I try to remove my blindfold, but he holds my hand and says, “What if…you leave that on.”

I stop and think about it for a second. My skin buzzes with electricity at the prospect of whatever will happen if I leave it on, if I just…feel.

I nod, and he hums by my ear. “Yes, that’s it. Just feeling.”

He lowers his mouth over my chocolate-covered nipple with the same determination he kisses my mouth, and fuck, I’m so damn turned on right now. He repeats the process with my other nipple, and after a loud moan, he chuckles against my body. He brings his hands to my torso and lifts me, sitting me higher on the breakfast table. There’s some shufflingaround, and then he lays me back on the cold surface, keeping my ass on the edge.

“Blindfold stays on,” he commands. Oh, I love demanding Gus. Yes, tell me what to do, please.

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