Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

Margo rescued her from further embarrassment by asking Bryan about the activities planned after dinner. Tanwen listened as she ate her salad, grateful for how they would explain different things for her benefit. When their meal arrived, Bryan removed all her silverware and set it on the other side of the table. Margo had her fork firmly in hand and glared at her husband when he chuckled.

“What are you doing?”

His gaze held hers, and she was glad she was sitting down, because the desire she saw in his eyes would have reduced her to a puddle on the floor. “I want the pleasure of feeding you from my hand. I want you to open for me, to take what I offer you into that beautiful mouth.”

She lowered her voice and leaned toward him. “I hardly think that’s appropriate, Sir.”

Margo and Greg laughed as Bryan leaned in until their foreheads almost touched. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. “Tanwen, we aren’t at a church potluck. Look around you. Dominants enjoy taking care of their subs, take pride in meeting all their needs even as they meet ours.”

She cast a quick glance at Margo, who was cutting into her steak with gusto. Greg caught her look and grinned. “Only a fool gets between a pregnant woman and her food.”

Bryan lightly placed his finger on her cheek and guided her face back to his. In his hand, he held a carrot slice from her plate and traced it over her lips. She parted her mouth, and he placed the slice on her tongue, lingering to run his thumb over her lower lip. Something inside of her at once relaxed and tightened as the oddest sensation of being cherished washed over her.

For the remainder of the meal, he fed her, and it had to be one of the most sensual experiences of her life. He took great care in making sure she only had the best bits of steak and noted what she did and didn’t like. By the end of the meal, her panties were soaked, her nipples throbbed, and she was sucking the food off his fingers, delighting in how he tensed with each motion of her mouth.

People would stop by to talk with Bryan, and he would continue to feed her. He seemed hyperaware of her needs even as he carried on conversations with others. Though he never introduced her, he received many compliments on how beautiful she was and how gracefully she took food from him. His pride at the compliments warmed her, and she felt an unexpected happiness. She’d spent most of her life trying to make the people around her comfortable and happy, something that was usually just taken for granted. Here her good behavior was acknowledged and even rewarded. One tall domme in a black velvet dress with red jewels scattered on it like drops of blood stroked her cheek with a gloved hand and asked Bryan if he would consider lending her out for the evening.

They both laughed at her heated blush, and Bryan turned the offer down. After the domme left, he leaned in and kept his voice low as he said, “Remember, little flame, I’m here to help you experience anything or anyone you want. Would you like to go play with Mistress Rebecca?”

Tanwen cast a glance at the tall domme’s back as she strolled through the crowd. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet, at all. Besides, I feel…safe with you.” She obediently opened her mouth as he placed a tiny bit of mashed potatoes inside.

His smile at her words washed over her like sunshine, and she had to stop herself from sighing like a silly girl. “I won’t say I’m disappointed with that, but I want you to have the experiences you’ve been craving.” His kissable lips curved into a wicked grin. “Come to the zoo with me in the morning.”

She laughed and didn’t pull away when he curled his fingers into hers. He had strong, capable hands, and she relished how dainty he made her feel. “A visit to the zoo? Isn’t that rather…vanilla?”

“For a regular zoo, it is. I’m talking about the VR zoo Sodom has set up for our club tomorrow morning.” He gave her a teasing grin. “I used to think doing one of those simulations would be a waste of time, but after sharing this afternoon with you, I can’t wait to do it again.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I guess it all depends on who you’re playing with, just like anything else in life. The right partner makes everything more exciting.”

She looked at their fingers twined together, confused by her feelings. On one hand, she was very flattered that he wanted to spend more time with her, but on the other hand, she found herself just as eager to be with him. That thought disconcerted her. She was supposed to be sampling lots of different men, even if that idea didn’t have the appeal it had when she’d boarded her plane earlier today. “There wasn’t anything about it on my itinerary. I don’t think I’m invited.”

“I want you there with me. I want to watch your pretty cheeks turn pink as you see something that at once embarrasses and arouses you. I want you to trust me to push your limits, to take you beyond what your safe little world has insisted is right and proper.”

She was trapped by his gaze as surely as a mouse looking into the eyes of a snake. Her entire mind seemed to shut down until the only thing that mattered was him. “Okay.”

“Excellent. Let me make some arrangements.” He ran his knuckles down her cheek and over her neck, warming her skin and making her want to purr. “When you go to bed tonight, I want you to think about me, how it felt to have my hands on your ass, the way you bent to my will in such a graceful manner. However, you are forbidden to orgasm until we meet at the zoo. Understood?”

The wicked words he spoke in his deep voice indeed made her want to slip her hand beneath her skirt and soothe the ache he’d been building during dinner, but how dare he tell her she couldn’t orgasm in the privacy of her own room. She’d do whatever she dang well pleased. Some of her thoughts must have shown on her face, because the lines around his eyes crinkled as he gave her a tight smile.

“Promise me, little flame. You are a woman of your word, and I trust you to keep it.”

A waiter leaned down to set a plate of strawberry cheesecake in front of them, but Bryan didn’t break his hold on her. If anything, he forced the waiter to move around them, as if he were a rock and the rest of humanity a stream that had to flow past him or dash themselves to bits on his unbreakable surface. She didn’t know what that made her, because she wanted to please him, wanted to make him happy. His praise filled her with a joy that could easily become addictive. Wanting more of it, she quickly nodded. “Yes, Sir. You have my word.”

“Your word about what, Tanwen?”

She swallowed and lowered her voice, leaning into him as she glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “My word that I won’t…that I won’t have my orgasm until I see you again.”

“Thank you,” he said with a small smile and tapped her nose. “Off with you now. As much as I’d like to join you tonight, I think it’s best if I give you some time to process everything that’s happened to you today. You’ve had a long day, and I can see the weariness in your eyes. Your welfare is of the utmost importance to me. Never forget that.” The tender smile he gave her melted her bones like sugar candy left out in the rain. “I want to know when I see you tomorrow that you’re there because you want to be and not just because of a decision you made in the heat of the moment.”

“Yes, Sir.” She moved to stand, but he beat her to it, pulling out her chair and offering her a hand. She paused and looked up at him, studying his face before slipping his hand into hers and letting him help her stand. For as deliciously kinky as he was in his sexual tastes, he never failed to treat her like a lady. It made her feel cherished, feminine, and protected. She gave in to a sudden urge and lifted onto her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. His rumble of pleasure vibrated through her body and seemed to settle in her clit, making it throb with the beat of her heart.