Chapter 35 Submit and Eat
Lila POV
The way he stared at me with his feral gaze, watching my every move had me wanting to clench my thighs together.
I stopped in front of him, still on all fours, and he leaned forward.
“If only you could see yourself now, see how good submission suits you.”
He reached out touching my nipple before cupping the weight of my breast in his palm. I suppressed a whimper, trying to stop my body from reacting, but the need was already there pooling between my legs, the betrayal of flesh against spirit.
He let go of my breast and I silently mourned the loss of his touch. He leaned back in his chair. “I’m not so sure I should feed you now since obviously being hungry makes you more…cooperative.”
“Please”
“Hush. Lucky for you I’m a man of my word. Now sit.” He gestured beside his leg, and I flinched as if I had been struck in the face.
The humiliation, the degradation of being treated like a pet had me biting my tongue. It was such a thin line I was treading on, and I was just too damn hungry to risk not getting something to fill my belly with.
I sat down…next to his leg…like a fucking pet…his pet.
To add to my humiliation he dragged his hand over my head, weaving his fingers through my hair as if he was rewarding my obedience.
“You see, little pet, it’s not that difficult to obey. I told you the other day, if you obey you will be rewarded. It’s that simple.”
I didn’t dare look up at him. Instead I kept my gaze on the floor like a tame animal, hiding the threatening tears.
“Look at me.” He placed his hand beneath my chin and forced my face up. He loosened his tie, pulling it from around his neck, and I shuddered to think what he was going to do with it yet a part of me yearned to know.
“Once you allow yourself to embrace this part of you that you’re so desperate to hide, you’ll be addicted to the freedom.”
“Who are you to talk about freedom?” I whispered softly, regretting the words the second they left my mouth.
Taking my hair in his one hand he lifted the strands, placing the tie around the back of my neck. “Oh, I have freedom, little pet.”
This time I etched my gaze on his. “No you don’t. Your misplaced loyalty toward your family, doing their bidding has you bound to them. In reality, you are more trapped than I am between these four walls.”
Abruptly the tie tightened around my neck, pinching my skin where the silk met. Folding the tie one more time, securing it around my neck, he tugged hard and forced me forward just as he leaned down.
Our faces were mere inches apart, our breath crashing together in a whirlwind of air between us.
“Your last warning before I revoke your reward of food, Miss Falcone. So I suggest you play nice from here on out if you’d like a full belly.”
My mouth closed, biting back the words that were burning to get out, to humiliate and anger him more.
A part of me liked him angry, liked testing him to see how far he could be pushed. But that part needed to take a back seat, at least until I achieved my goal…which was to get food inside this weak body of mine.
While winding the end of the tie around his fist he leaned over the table and picked up a strawberry, holding it temptingly between his fingers.
“If you bite, you won’t get anything more. Understood?”
I nodded, already able to taste that ripe strawberry on my tongue.
Slowly he brought it closer to my mouth, and I licked my lips, my throat dry with the anticipation of tasting something—anything.
“Open for me, little mouse.” The sexual innuendo wasn’t lost on me, in fact it momentarily made my insides tighten with desire, especially when I saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared at my lips, as if he couldn’t wait to see me eat out of his hand.
I opened my mouth, and he placed the strawberry on my lips slowly easing it into my mouth. The feel of his fingers against my lips together with the sweetness that burst from the fruit on to my tongue caused me to moan while I chewed the flesh of the strawberry between my teeth.
I rolled my tongue through the sugariness, loving the explosion of flavor.
God I wanted more.
“You like that, little pet?”
“Yes, sir.” The second that word left my mouth, I recoiled, shock twisting my mind and my stomach into a vice.
The look of utter victory beamed from his face as he stared down at me, but before I had a chance to say something, to utter something stupid in a bid to regain some of my self-respect, he forced a grape into my mouth. This time his thumb lingered on my lips, gently tracing the outline of my mouth.
“Embrace it, Lila,” he whispered, placing another grape against my lips. “Let your desire guide you. Stop fighting it.”
Pushing the grape past my lips, he kept his finger in my mouth, making me chew around it, my tongue sliding and slipping against and around it.
Another moan echoed in the back of my throat, but this time it had nothing to do with the sweetness in my mouth, but everything to do with tasting him.
“That’s my little pet. Keep on making those noises and I’ll keep feeding you.”
I felt a tug on the tie around my neck, and sat back up on my knees as he kept pulling me forward.
Nico continued to feed me, slowly filling the emptiness in my stomach. Whether it was the fact that I was starved half to death, or the fact that the Moretti probably only bought the best of everything, the fruit he fed me was the best I’ve ever tasted.
Cubes of pineapple, slices of mango and peaches, pieces of apple and cantaloupe it was delicious, and my body savored every morsel.
And the more he fed me, the more I fell into the role of pet, and him being my master.
Suddenly being on my knees and naked in front of him felt so damn right, especially when my insides started to twist with need, the aching throb between my legs pushing me to do better, to act like the perfect pet for him…my master.
He pulled me up by tugging on the tie, forcing me to settle on my knees between his legs, my upper body and naked breasts in full view in front of him.