There had to be something to cook.
Please let there be something to cook.
“Follow me, slave.” Austin was slightlyunsteady as I led him to the kitchen, but my hand on his dick kept himmotivated, and I watched him closely just in case.
In the kitchen, I set the cushion down inthe middle of the floor and released his cock slowly. “Kneel.”
Austin gave a low moan but lowered himselfgracefully to the floor, looking up at me with wide, lust-drenched eyes.Cupping his chin, I looked deep into his gaze. “Who do you belong to?”
Tonight.
Who did he belong totonight?
His quiet, desire-filled voice answeredwithout hesitation. “You, Master.”
I wasn’t sure if he responded as part ofthe scene or not, but at that moment it didn’t matter. He was mine.
“Don’t ever forget that.” Leaning over, Ikissed him gently then reluctantly moved away. No matter how much I wanted tokeep touching him, he needed to eat.
Taking care of my boy also meant practicalthings too.
Thankfully there was food, even if some ofit was prepackaged. I had a bag of cut potatoes that I quickly tossed with oiland spices and put in the oven to roast, and then I cut up the steaks I had sothey would be easier to feed him by hand.
Going back and forth to pet my boy and thenwork more on dinner made things take a while, but before long it came togetherfairly well. I even managed a few cut vegetables I could hand-feed him.
Without question, I was definitely going tohave to start planning better when I went to the grocery store.
He’d been kneeling for a while by the timeI finished setting dinner on the table, so when I went over, I carefully helpedhim to rise. Austin seemed a little stiff, but he didn’t appear to be in anypain. Holding him close, I massaged his thighs and kissed his neck.
“I have such a good slave.” I ran my handover his hip and teased around the base of his dick which was still erect butnot looking too uncomfortable. “It’s so nice having a pretty slave to playwith.”
Austin gave a low moan and rocked into myhand, giving me a pleading look without actually begging. As fiery as he was,submission suited him…especially being restrained. Trailing one finger up hiscock to feel the little shivers racking his body, I glanced around the kitchen.
Yes, that would work.
I pushed the cushion over to the table withmy foot and led him over. He would be right between my legs, but kneelingwasn’t necessary at this point. I wanted him comfortable and relaxed. “Sit downand wait for me.”
Austin gave me a questioning look as he satdown with his legs tucked beside him, but smiled as I nodded. Heading over tothe junk drawer, I found a piece of white ribbon that had been left over from awedding I’d been forced to attend earlier in the year. Most of the ribbon hadbeen wrapped around the package, but there’d been a little left over that I’dshoved in the drawer, thinking it might come in handy later.
It was later.
I got another questioning look as I walkedback over to the table, but once he realized my plan he whimpered quietly,rocking his hips and rubbing his erection against his legs. I didn’t think he’dbe able to come, but I wasn’t going to take the chance, so I shook my head.“Slaves don’t get to play with their cocks. That belongs to me.”
I leaned over him. “Hands behind yourback.” He obeyed instantly. If he liked the idea of being restrained while Ifed him, he would love what else I could do to him.
It took seconds to carefully tie his handsbehind his back. I left it loose enough he would be able to get out easily, butit was the idea that he was being restrained I wanted to push. There would beother nights for him to squirm and fight to get free as he begged for my touch,but tonight was about a more tender side to his submission.
When he was as comfortable as I could makehim, I sat down with my legs straddling either side of him and scooted closer. Withmy body framing him and his hands behind his back, he probably felt trapped andhelpless, but instead of making him uncomfortable, he seemed to sink evendeeper into himself.
My normally bouncy, almost frantic boy wascalm and quiet. I hadn’t known him for long, but I was sure there hadn’t beenmany times in his life that he’d felt such peace. When I brought the firstpiece of steak to his lips, he moaned and leaned close, licking my fingers.
As I took turns feeding us, he slowly easedcloser until he was resting his head on my thigh and rubbing against me softlyas he watched me. It was a simple dinner. Austin had eaten at some of the bestrestaurants in the country, but I’d never seen him look happier or morecontent.
And I’d given it to him.
I’d helped to put that blissful quietexpression on his face and the pretty erection that was arching up as hisnightie pooled around him. I just hoped there would be no regrets in themorning and that the rest of our evening would go just as perfectly.
Because my boy still had his spanking tolook forward to.
