Page 62 of Give Me a Chance
Returning to the room, her eyes widen in surprise.
“Hope you don’t have a ‘don’t eat in the bed’ rule because I’m not untying you yet.” I lay out everything on the table.
“Pasta? Really? Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?” She deadpans, causing me to chuckle.
“I thought it was a safe bet.” I shrug. “Alfredo or Carbonara?”
“Carbonara, please. But, how to you expect me to eat?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I untie her restrains, just to retie them after she gets into a seating position. Some resistance from her was honestly expected, but she follows my lead, too tired to argue. I open both containers in case she changes her mind.
Grabbing a forkful of the Carbonara, I bring it to her lips. She moans around the fork, the sound shooting straight to my cock, even though the remnants of my last orgasm hadn’t dried out.
“Good?”
“Perfect,” she responds with a blissful smile.
I continue feeding her, grabbing a few bites in between hers.
“I’m done. I can’t eat anymore.” She groans. Some sauce sticks on her top lip, so I use my thumb to clean it off. Her lips are soft under my touch, and her eyes close for a second. Not able to resist, I use the moment to press a feather-light kiss on her lips. A shiver runs through her, and I know she’s just as affected as I am.
Putting the containers on the bedside table, I untie her, pulling her up to her feet. I lead her to the bathroom, turning the faucet on, and stepping us both into the shower. The warm water sprays all over her body, and her eyes close with satisfaction.
I take the rose scented body wash from the little shelf and start lathering her up.
“Too bad. I kind of like the sight,” I say, washing away my cum from her tits and belly.
“Perv.”
“Hey, I wasn’t a perv until I met you,” I respond, laughing. It’s true, none of these things ever crossed my mind before but now, I could fill a book with dirty things I want to do to her.
She’s putty in my hands while I take my time washing her. I shampoo her hair, massaging her scalp in the process, her moans a sign how much she enjoys it. When I’m done, I quickly wash myself off and wrap her in the biggest towel she has. Using a smaller towel, I dry off her hair gently, not wanting to mess up the probably meticulous process she has for her curls. Finally, I dry myself off and get dressed while she pulls on an oversized T-shirt.
I grab the food containers and put them in the fridge. She leans on the kitchen island, so I approach her, laying a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss deepens when she opens for me. Our tongues move in a slow, exploring rhythm, so unlike the frantic kisses we’ve shared so far. When she pulls away, I drag my thumb over her plump lip.
“I’m going to go. See you on Monday.” Giving her a soft smile, I let myself out of her apartment. She stares at me, dumbfounded. I would like nothing more than to stay, spoon her throughout the night, and I believe she’d let me right now, but that would be abusing her current state. And it’s not something I plan to do. Her boundaries are valid even when she’s orgasmed out.
25
NATALIE
I’ve created a monster.
A kinky, dominant, punishing monster. One that also does aftercare, by the way.
Something about this sensible looking man spilling his cum all over me after punishing me with four, yes, four orgasms, is more than my jaded heart can take. And fuck, him feeding me with my hands tied and washing my hair in the shower made me halfway to number five.
After the best night’s sleep, I meet up with Rina and Anne for brunch. They wave at me from the white round table, in style with the shabby chic feel of the place.
“We’ve ordered for you,” Anne says, after giving me a hug.
“Yeah, since you were late,” Rina adds, and I stick out my tongue, making her laugh.
“Sorry, my legs weren’t listening to me.”
“Busy night?” Rina smirks.
