Feast on Me (2 page)

This was my choice. I didn’t
need to think, only obey. My work days were filled with decisions.
There was a freedom in relinquishing control. My submission didn’t
make me weak, just as David’s domination didn’t make him a bully;
far from it. Outside of the bedroom, David was the kindest man I
knew.

My submission didn’t extend
beyond the bedroom, or play scenes though. Outside of sex, David
and I were equals. We made decisions about everyday things
together. We were partners in our marriage, both opinions had equal
weight. Of course we argued, but he didn’t have the final say like
it was his automatic right. Sometimes he won, sometimes I did.

If people knew, they’d probably
think David flogged and spanked and tied me up all the time, but
sex wasn’t always kink. During the week we were usually too tired
for a prolonged scene. We’d try to add an element of kink, but
weekday sex was pretty vanilla, albeit great vanilla.

Of course, every couple had
their own thing. We weren’t into the extreme stuff. Some kinksters
would probably consider us pretty tame.

David loved scenes like the
gallery, where we pretended we were strangers and fucked somewhere
public.

He loved to surprise me.

In the car he’d order me to
masturbate to orgasm as we sped down the highway. Or spread my
legs, one foot rested on the central console as he fingered me.
He’d get so hard we’d have to stop at the next gas station and fuck
in the women’s restroom.

I’ve lost count how many times
we’ve been at a function and he’d whispered at the table to go to
the ladies’ room and take off my panties. The knowledge that under
my elegant evening gown I was bare assed drove him insane.

Our sex life was most
definitely fun, which made me wonder why more people weren’t into
kink. Or maybe they were, but kept quiet about it like we did.

***

Both of us worked long hours,
and weekends were precious. When we had no plans to see friends,
phones were turned off and we devoted the forty-eight hours to each
other. Mornings were lazy and spent in bed. We got up late on
Sunday and, as it was bright and sunny, David suggested a picnic
lunch in the park. My husband could be charmingly old fashioned at
times.

David took the picnic basket
from the back seat and locked the car. We found a secluded spot in
the shade and he spread the plaid blanket on the grass.

I’d gone to the local deli and
bought his favorites: roast chicken breasts, Mediterranean salad of
baby plum tomatoes, green olives and crunchy Romaine lettuce, with
ripe Californian figs for dessert.

All washed down with Cherry
Bombs. The non-alcoholic kind we drank as kids, thinking we were so
grown up. Chablis, crisp and chilled, would’ve been a better
accompaniment, but David was driving, and he loved Cherry Bombs.
Along with moments of charming whimsy, David could be as
endearingly sweet as those cocktails.

But there was nothing quaint
about how he ate his fig. He split it open with his thumbs, folded
out the inner flesh and just went for it.

Mesmerized, I watched him
devour the fruit. Wanton need pooled between my thighs. I bit my
bottom lip as I fought the urge to lean over and lap up the juices
that ran down his chin.

My pussy ached for his mouth. I
wanted to be that fig. To be consumed by him. Wanted him to sate
his hunger on me.

He saw me watching and smirked
around his mouthful as he swallowed. His gaze darkened with
delicious intent as he leaned in. “You’re imagining my mouth on
your cunt aren’t you? Eating you ‘til you come hard in my mouth.”
He used his Dom voice.

I nodded.

“
You filthy,
little slut.”

David clicked the car’s central
locking. “Take off your panties.”

We had continued picnicking for
another hour, but I knew he hadn’t forgotten my dirty imaginings,
so wasn’t surprised by his order.

I lifted my ass enough to pull
off my lacy panties, and dropped them in the footwell as I awaited
further instructions.

“
Unbutton
your blouse halfway and pull your skirt up to your
waist.”

David’s gaze was riveted on me
as I complied, undoing my blouse and hitching up my skirt.

My seat tipped back as he
reclined it a little before he moved his to give us room.

“
Pull down
your bra. Let me see those tits.”

My fingers brushed against my
hardened nipples as I slipped my hands under the cups of my bra. I
moaned lightly as I pushed them down, baring my breasts.

“
Now rest
your right foot on the dash and your left leg on my right
shoulder.”

I did as I was told. My
breathing became shallow as I laid there, open and waiting.
Although the windows were tinted and no one could see in, just the
thought that people could walk past within inches of the car had me
all kinds of turned on.

David’s hands formed a V as he
pressed his thumbs against the inside of my legs just above the
knees. “I’m going to feast on your cunt, and you will come.”

He slid his palms up my thighs
as he lowered his body and brought his mouth close to my pussy.

I was so wet, the air redolent
with my arousal, even before he placed his thumbs on either side of
my slit and spread me open.

“
Fuck,” he
marveled. “You’re dripping. Even juicier than that fig, and sweeter
I bet.”

I moaned deeply, my head tilted
back as David closed his mouth over my pussy and licked and sucked
voraciously.

Within minutes, I was on the
brink. I clawed at the dash with my right hand as I clung to the
seat with the other, fingers pressed into the leather
upholstery.

David’s grip on me tightened as
I started to spasm. He pinched one of my nipples hard and buried
his face further. Growling sounds emanated from deep in his chest
as he sucked me over the edge.

***

I laid between David’s legs, my
head resting on his chest as we lounged on the couch after dinner
later that week. Mid-way into the show we were watching, he muted
the TV with the remote.

“
Hey, I was
watching that.”

“
I want to
talk to you about something.”

He sounded uneasy and David
never sounded uneasy. Husband David was happy and relaxed; Master
David determined and controlled.

Unnerved by his disquiet, I sat
up and swung my legs down to the floor as I turned to look at him.
“What is it?”

“
I have a
suggestion. Hear me out before you say no.”

“
Why do you
think I’ll say no?”

“
Because it’s
something we haven’t tried or even considered before.”

I waited for him to
continue.

He drew in a deep breath and
released it in a rush. “I want to share you.”

“
Share me?
Why?”

“
Because I
want to watch another man fuck you.”

I knew it wasn’t an uncommon
desire. Many men harbored the secret fantasy of watching another
man fuck their wife, just as they’d fantasize about a three-way.
But still, the idea of sharing made me uncomfortable.

“
You’re not
thrilled with the idea, I can tell.”

“
No, I’m not.
I’d never want to share you.”

He brushed his knuckles down my
cheek. “And nor would I expect or want you to. I’d never want to
fuck another woman.”

“
Then why do
you want this? Why do you want me to be unfaithful to
you?”

“
Because you
won’t be. He won’t be fucking my wife. He’ll be fucking my
sub.”

I understood the subtle
distinction.

“
Who would
you share me with?”

“
Another
Dom.”

I don’t know why this made me
uneasy. It’s not as if it would be some guy off the street. It
would have to be someone who knew and understood the lifestyle, but
David was the only Dom I’d ever known. If we ever divorced or if
fate stepped in and cruelly took him from me, I wondered if I would
ever want to replace him. As husband or Dom.

“
Everything
that happens will be under my instruction.”

Despite my reservations, I felt
relieved knowing David would be fully in charge. I’d still be doing
his bidding.

He cupped my chin and lifted my
face to his. “Do you trust me?”

“
Implicitly.”

“
Then trust
me to make the right choice. Trust that this will be good for
us.”

I knew I’d do it because I
loved David as my husband and wanted to please him as my Master.
“And this will make you happy?”

“
Yes.” He
smiled. “More than you could know.”

“
Okay.”

David pulled me back down
against him and held me tightly to his chest. “Thank you.”

Chapter
Two

A week went by and David had
said no more about sharing me until breakfast on Saturday.

“
I thought
it’d be nice if we had brunch with Alex tomorrow.”

“
Oh, okay.
Any particular reason?”

“
He’s the
other Dom.”

I stared at him, my fork
halfway to my mouth. “Alex is a Dom?”

“
I thought
you knew.”

It had never come up in
conversation, but hadn’t I known, deep down? Hadn’t I sensed it
that night at the party?

I’d come out of the main
bathroom to find Alex waiting. He leaned against the opposite wall,
a treacherous glint in his ice blue eyes. His gaze latched onto
mine.

Something passed between us,
something raw and primal.

Before I knew what was
happening, he had me backed up and pressed against the closed
bathroom door. He flattened his palms on it, either side of my head
as his body crowded me.

“
Have you any
idea how much I regret not going out with David that
night?”

I was stunned; my brain playing
catch-up. What was he thinking? David and the other guests were
just down the hall in our sitting room. “What night?”

“
The night he
met you... Because believe me, if I’d been there, you wouldn’t be
with him now. I’d have made damn sure of it.”

I could smell the alcohol on
his breath as he leaned in, his mouth inches from mine. “That’s
just the champagne talking.” My attempt at light-hearted laughter
fell short as I tried to push him away. “But this is your farewell
party so I’m going to let it slide.”

“
And do you
know
why
I’m
leaving?”

The doleful look in his eyes
spoke louder than the forlorn tone of his voice. I’d had my
suspicions, but secret attractions were one thing. It’s a whole
different thing when the words were spoken out loud. They changed
everything. Once said, there was no going back.

“
Please
don’t.”

“
I have
to
.” Alex threaded his fingers in my hair
and turned a thick lock in his hand. His hard tug caused my head to
tilt a little to the side. “I want to kiss you and taste you. Fuck
you hard ‘til you beg me to let you come. And mark you as
mine.”

He crashed his mouth against
mine and took it in a bruising, possessive kiss.

I didn’t think, only reacted.
My body responded innately as I surrendered to his mouth and kissed
him back.

My brain, having finally caught
up, screamed at me to stop and I tore my mouth from Alex’s as I
pushed against his body.

His chest heaved beneath my
palms as he panted.

I’d never touched him before
and the feel of his strong, athletic body sent my senses into
overload. Images of us naked, limbs tangled together, bodies
drenched in sweat, flashed across my mind’s eye. I swept them away,
but not quickly enough.

“
You want me
too,” Alex groaned as he pushed his erection against me. “I felt it
in your kiss. Can see it in your eyes.”

I moaned softly as he traced a
finger down my cheek.

“
And I bet if
I put my hand inside your panties I’d find your cunt is wet.
For me
.”

It was, but I
knew I had to stop this before we really did something we’d both
regret. “
No
.” I
pushed hard against him.

Alex stepped back. From the sad
look in his eyes, it was clear he knew the answer even before he
implored, “Come with me.”

For a moment I actually
considered leaving everything behind and just running away, but
only for a moment.

I inhaled deeply, and gathered
my senses. “I won’t tell David. It would hurt him too much.”

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t
thought about that night over the years. Late at night. After David
had fallen asleep.

Of course for
David, Alex was the perfect choice. His former Harvard roommate,
back after four and a half years working on the opposite coast
having accepted a position at David’s company. So they were
workmates who already had a relationship, and it made sense to keep
it...
in-house
.
Alex had as much to lose as David. The senior partners at the
prestigious law firm were unlikely to ever discover their two
brightest star’s secret predilections.

But for me,
this was a little
too
close to home.

Half of me had longed to see
Alex when David told me he was coming home. The other half dreaded
it.

I stared at my plate, unable to
help my sudden restlessness and agitated my food with my fork. The
breakfast David had made with such care because I was exhausted
after a hectic week at work. Scrambled eggs, deliciously creamy and
topped with slivers of smoked salmon because he knew it was my
favorite.