Page 164 of Taming Seraphine

At this time of the morning, most of the neighbors have already gone to work, so I don’t bother with dressing gowns as we walk to the studio apartment next door.

I open the door and let her in first. She takes one step inside and stops abruptly with a loud gasp.

“Leroi.” She whirls around, placing both hands on my chest. “What is this?”

Her eyes sparkle with delight, and the flush on her cheeks darkens to a delicious shade of red. My heart warms at her excitement, and I turn her around. “Go inside and take a closer look.”

Squealing, Seraphine rushes to the right side of the room, where a four-tier chocolate fountain rumbles on a table, surrounded by an array of fruits and small snacks. On the table, far away from the fountain, are Belgian waffles on a plate and coffee. Next to them is a brand new notebook, one pack of assorted felt-tip pens, and another pack containing varying shades of red.

“Oh, my god.” She whirls around with a smile so broad I can’t help but return it. “Is this all for me?”

I nod. “You dreamed of having a chocolate fountain. Maybe seeing it will show your subconscious that you’re free.”

Her breath catches. “But you said you hate chocolate. You’re allergic.”

“All true,” I say, my gaze softening. “But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

I send a silent word of thanks to the twenty-four-hour drugstore for delivering a large quantity of antihistamines before the all-day bakery filled the studio with the rich scent of theobromine.

“How did you arrange it so quickly?”

“That’s why I went to bed so late.” I walk across the studio and take her hand. “Come on. You need to see the rest.”

“But what about the chocolate?” She glances over her shoulder at the fountain.

“Did you think I’d let you gorge yourself on poison without earning the privilege?” I take her to the leather bondage table on the other side of the room.

Seraphine clasps both hands on her cheeks. I’m surprised she didn’t notice this before, but that’s a testament to the lure of chocolate.

She gapes at a table. It has a leather backrest that can be laid flat or slanted. Its seat is U-shaped, allowing access to the cunt and asshole with adjustable leather stirrups on either side. My cock stirs at the image of Seraphine strapped to the device and pleasured to within an inch of her sanity.

“This is incredible,” she says, her voice breathy with awe. “How did you know I liked it?”

“You and the sales clerk spent a lot of time admiring this beauty.” I place a hand on her shoulder. “Take a closer look.”

Seraphine walks to the table and trails her fingertips over its smooth leather surfaces. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

I press a kiss on her temple. “You’re worth it, and this is only the beginning. Now, take off that nightshirt and get on your knees.”

SIXTY-FOUR

SERAPHINE

I’m locked in Leroi’s dark gaze, every inch of my skin exploding with sparks. This can’t be real. This has to be a dream. No one has ever given me anything I wanted, especially at such a high cost.

Leroi hates chocolate. He won’t even allow it in his home, yet he’s put together a fountain that’s filling the air with the rich scent of cacao. Any minute now, he’s going to clutch his throat and collapse.

“Wait,” I ask. “How are your eyes not streaming?”

The corner of his lips lifts into a half-smirk. “I took lots of allergy pills.”

My breath shallows. “Oh.”

I take off my nightshirt, feeling a cool breeze tickle my skin, and sink down onto my knees. My heart gallops around my chest like a wild horse trying to break out of its fence.

Leroi cups my cheek and murmurs, “Good girl. Will you stay still while I bring the blindfold?”

I nod.

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