“Outside,” he confirmed.
Leon led her out first, helping her down onto what she assumed was the same low stool she used the day before. She tensed, hugging herself against the cool morning air, until he returned. “Are we on a porch?”
“Yes.” Leon’s footsteps were almost silent as he came toward her and then sat—maybe he was barefoot. He dropped a thick, soft blanket around her shoulders and she sighed happily. It wasn’t particularly warm and she’d started shivering.
“Open,” he said after a moment.
She obediently parted her lips and a forkful of eggs landed against her tongue. She realized she was hungry—probably all the fresh mountain air—and he must have been too, because for several minutes they ate in silence. From the sounds, she knew he was taking bites in between feeding her. Several times she stopped herself from asking for more or less of something. It wouldn’t kill her if she ate one more piece of bacon than she normally would have.
The only thing the meal was missing was coffee, but then again, her plan every morning was to drink at least one full glass of water before coffee. And every morning she started anxiously doing the math as to how long it would take for the caffeine to kick in, and did she really have time to delay even the five minutes it would take to get a glass of water and chug it? Or did she need the caffeineright nowbecause, despite it being first thing in the morning, she was already behind for the day.
Cessie aggressively chewed some orange while trying not to think about coffee, morning routines, and her insane schedule.
Once she was full, she carefully leaned forward, resting her cheek on his knee. If he told her to open her mouth she would, but now that she was full, she wanted to touch him.
His hand immediately went to her head, then slid down to her back. He gently tugged on the blanket which she was holding closed with one hand. She shivered as the cool air touched her naked body, though it was warmer than it had been.
“Morning,” Leon called out, “nice day.”
Cessie’s eyes widened behind the blindfold. “I thought… this cabin seemed remote,” she whispered.
“It has privacy,” he said mildly. “Stand up, Cessie, I want you on my lap.”
Slowly she rose, keeping a hand on him to anchor herself even as he gripped her arm and hip. The bells on the jesses, which had been mostly silent—or she was getting used to them—jingled as she moved. No doubt whomever he’d been talking to, assuming they were still there, was looking over and wondering why she sounded like a holiday decoration.
Leon guided her onto his knee. She perched on one thigh, spreading her legs when he tapped her knee.
His hand immediately went between her legs, parting her labia with two fingers. She gasped at being so intimately exposed and at the shock of cold air touching her. He’d exposed her in the Dungeon, but this felt different. Though they were at a place catering to their lifestyle, being put on display on the porch during breakfast was very different than being spread and exposed in the Dungeon at night.
“Do you like my Cestrayl?” he called out, making her jump in surprise at the volume. The final word was her name, not “kestrel” as in the small bird of prey.
Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment even as arousal pulsed through her. His fingers were so achingly close to her clit.
She strained but didn’t hear the reply to Leon’s question. Then again, her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, and sounds were slightly muffled by the hood.
“I forget what a nerd you are,” she whispered.
“Who, me?” He rumbled out a laugh, even as he kept her on his lap, his fingers spreading her open so anyone, everyone, could get a good look at her sex.
“It’s too early in the morning for puns,” she grumbled.
“Is it?” His free hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple.
Cessie arched, thrusting her breast into his hand.
“Feeling needy, baby?”
“You haven’t let me come,” she whispered. “Not since we got here.”
He made a noncommittal noise. “Last night something happened. I didn’t think it was an orgasm but was planning to ask you.”
“No. It wasn’t. It was like an… emotional release. I think.”
“I will admit for a moment I was worried you were going to pass out from pain.”
“It definitely hurt, but by the end, my clit didn’t hurt as much as my nipples or ass.”
“That’s because the lube I used when I was fingering you had aloe in it. It helped neutralize the ginger.”
