“Yes, Sir.”
He kept his gaze on her as she made her way over to the chair. She let out a gasp, and their gazes clashed. “Problem?” He fought against the grin tugging at his lips.
“You can’t be serious?” She glanced at the chair, then to him.
“I am, and that’s twice you’ve forgotten to address me properly.” He turned away from her to place several cinnamon rolls on a plate and then poured a cup of coffee. He carried the food to the table, where Janie still stood as if frozen in place. “What is the issue?”
“I ... ” Her cheeks bloomed bright red.
“This isn’t any different from your BOB.” He’d placed a suction cup dildo on her chair.
“It’s bigger than BOB, and I don’t have a clue of how I’m supposed to sit.”
Cole grinned. “Then let me help you.” He reached over and pulled the chair out a little more. “Straddle the chair.”
She moved until she was poised over the dildo. He reached down and grasped the lubed-up dildo, keeping it pointed right at her channel. “Now lower yourself down, slowly.”
Her gasp when the toy slipped into her pussy had his dick jumping. “That’s it.” He encouraged her, removing his grasp on the toy before her heat burned his skin. Her eyes were scrunched up as she lowered herself onto the toy. He waited until she was fully seated on it before he stepped back. “Close your legs, and I’ll scoot you closer to the table.”
A small moan escaped her lips, and his dick flexed at the sound as she adjusted herself, closing her legs. He slid the chair toward the table and more moans followed. Once he had the chair in the right position, he washed his hands and then took his own seat.
“Don’t I get to eat, Sir?” she asked, gesturing to the single plate and cup of coffee.
“Of course you do.” He tore off a piece of the roll, still warm from the oven, and held it to her lips.
Her lips parted and her tongue darted out, scooping the sweet treat from his fingers. Once the morsel was inside her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed. “You always make the best cinnamon rolls. I missed these while I was away.”
“Only for you,” he whispered. It was true he had never baked the rolls for another woman. He fed her another piece.
Janie fought against squirming on the chair. Between the dildo stretching her channel and Cole feeding her, every nerve ending was dancing with anticipation and need. She hadn’t expected Cole to feed her, but she liked it.
Each bite tasted better than the last, and she enjoyed the way his eyes darkened when her tongue brushed over his fingers. The delicate dance continued until the first roll was gone. He held the coffee cup to his lips, blowing and then tasting, before holding it up to her mouth.
“It’s cool enough to drink.” He tipped the cup gently and she drank. He was very careful not to tilt it too much.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her pussy throbbed around the toy, and she shifted, causing a moan to slip past her lips.
“Now it’s time for my breakfast.” He shifted in his chair and dipped his fingers into the icing on the rolls. Once his fingers were covered, he began to coat her nipples with the cool icing.
Janie’s mouth dropped open in response to the sensual feeling of his touch against her pebbled nipples. When he finished, he slid his fingers between her parted lips.
“Lick.”
Her tongue closed over his digits, savoring the sweet taste along with his spicy flavor. His eyes darkened as he slid his now clean fingers from her mouth. Then his lips closed over her right nipple.
“Ah.” Her head fell back as his tongue swirled around the nipple, licking and sucking the sweet icing off her skin. He gave her a playful nip.
“Cole ... Sir.” Her hips shifted, pressing down on the dildo. Shivers of pleasure floated through her body as her clit began to pulse.
“So delicious,” he said, giving her a wicked grin before attacking her other breast.
Oh, damn, her hips shifted again as he cleaned the icing off her right nipple. Her pussy was clenching around the toy, and by the time he was done, she was rocking slightly in her chair, her breathing erratic.
“I need ... ” The words died on her lips as he undid the fastening of the halter top of the teddy, allowing the fabric to drop to her waist. Cole wasted no time. He picked up a bowl of icing and spread it all over both breasts before he proceeded to lick and suck it off.
Never had her breasts been so sensitive, not even after he’d used the clamps on her. Her breath hitched in her throat with each lick, each nip, each time his tongue twirled around her nipple. Her core tightened around the dildo. She opened her mouth, trying to draw in more air. His mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon.
Cole didn’t seem to tire, switching from one breast to the other, adding more icing as needed. Shivers began to flow through her body. Her stomach fluttered and her clit pulsed. Was she going to climax from just his mouth? Before she even finished the thought, he bit her nipple, and her pussy convulsed around the dildo.
