Page 47 of Shameful Needs
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked mildly, not even pausing as he cut.
I shook my head quickly, my face burning with shame. The casual way he’d established this new dynamic—me naked and kneeling while he remained fully clothed and seated—sent contradictory impulses of humiliation and need through my body.
Ryan took a bite of the chicken, chewing thoughtfully. “This is excellent,” he said with genuine appreciation. “Much better than usual. I think the plug is helping you focus on your wifely duties.”
The praise made my chest swell with unexpected pride, even as his crude observation about the plug made me squirm on my knees. I had put more care into tonight’s dinner than any meal I’d prepared before, desperate to please him in this new dynamic he’d established.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, cutting a small piece of chicken and holding it on his fork.
I parted my lips obediently, allowing him to place the morsel on my tongue. The intimacy of being hand-fed like this felt overwhelming—in a certain way even more degrading than anything we’d done at the facility, yet more tender too. This represented a very different kind of training. It seemed to establish the beginnings of a set daily rhythm for our new relationship, as degrading as it would probably seem to anyone watching.
“Chew slowly,” Ryan instructed, his fingers stroking through my hair as I obeyed. “Savor it. You worked hard to make this meal perfect for me.”
I nodded, tears pricking at my eyes from the gentle praise. This was what I’d wanted without even knowing it—to be owned completely, to serve a man worthy of my submission.
The main course seemed to pass quickly. I cleared the plates, and brought Ryan strawberry ice cream for dessert.
“Come here,” Ryan said, pushing his chair back slightly from the table. He patted his thigh with his free hand while holding the bowl of ice cream in the other. “Sit on my lap while I have dessert.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I rose on unsteady legs, the plug shifting inside me with every movement. The idea of sitting on his lap while naked except for the thin apron felt overwhelming, but I couldn’t deny the heat building in my core at his casual command.
I settled onto his strong thigh, gasping as the position drove the metal plug deeper into my bottom. Ryan’s arm came around my waist, holding me securely against him while he scooped up a spoonful of ice cream.
“Open,” he murmured, bringing the cold dessert to my lips.
I parted my mouth obediently, shivering as the strawberry sweetness hit my tongue. But it wasn’t just the temperature that made me tremble—it was the intimacy of being held like this, fed like a cherished pet while the plug reminded me constantly of my submission.
“Good girl,” he praised, taking a bite for himself before offering me another spoonful. “You’re learning your place so well.”
Each time he fed me, his other hand would stroke my bare thigh or trace patterns on my exposed hip. The gentle touches combined with the constant pressure of the plug were driving me toward a state of desperate arousal that left me squirming on his lap.
“Stay still,” Ryan commanded when I shifted restlessly. “Unless you want me to add more discipline to your evening.”
I forced myself to remain motionless even as every nerve ending screamed for more contact. The way he could control myresponses with just his voice sent electricity through my core, and I felt myself growing embarrassingly wet against his leg.
When the ice cream was half finished, Ryan set the bowl aside.
“On your knees,” he said simply, spreading his legs wider in the chair.
I sank down between his thighs without hesitation, my body moving of its own accord as he began to unfasten his belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops made me shiver with anticipation and shame in equal measure.
“Show me what you learned at the facility,” Ryan commanded, freeing his massive cock from his pants. “Worship it properly while I finish my dessert.”
I leaned forward eagerly, my tongue extending to lap at the broad head of his shaft. The familiar taste and scent of him filled my senses as I worked my mouth along his length trying to please him. Above me I could hear him picking up his spoon again, the soft clink of metal against ceramic as he resumed eating his ice cream. The casual way he enjoyed his dessert while I serviced him sent shameful heat flooding through my core.
“Deeper,” he murmured around another spoonful, his free hand tangling in my hair to guide my movements. “Show me how grateful you are for your training.”
I relaxed my throat the way Chad had taught me, and Master Paul had reinforced, taking him as deep as I could manage while the plug pressed relentlessly inside my bottom. The image in my mind’s eye, of me kneeling almost naked between my husband’s legs while he casually ate dessert, sent shameful arousal surging into my core.
My left hand found its way between my thighs almost without conscious thought, my fingers seeking the wetness that had been building since he’d made me strip. I needed reliefdesperately, needed to ease the aching tension that threatened to consume me completely.
“Stop.” Ryan’s voice cut through my desperate haze like a whip crack. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling me back slightly. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
I whimpered around his cock, my hand freezing between my legs as shame flooded through me. Of course I wasn’t allowed to pleasure myself—my body belonged to him now, to use as he saw fit. The realization that I couldn’t even seek my own relief without his permission made my face burn.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded firmly. “Your pussy will feel good when I decide you’ve earned it, not before.”
I clasped my trembling hands behind me, the position forcing me to rely entirely on my mouth and throat to please him. The plug shifted as I adjusted my posture, sending jolts of sensation through my already overwhelmed nervous system.
