“Eat what you want, Little one. I’ll finish it off for you.” He winks at me before he fills his own plate.
Theo only fills one plate. He piles it high. He glances at me next. “I forgot to get drinks. What would you like, Sophia?” He sets his plate down and stands.
“Ummm, what is Layla having?”
“Well, she’ll have water from a sippy cup while we eat dinner, but she’ll take a bottle of formula before bed. She gets a lot of her calories from formula, so don’t fret if you notice her not eating much. I don’t expect you to do anything the same as Layla. Our dynamic is unique. I can fix you water, juice, milk, or even formula if you want to try it. I also have sodas and tea. I don’t offer caffeine to Layla very often, but you’re a guest.” He smiles.
I’m overwhelmed.
“Oh, and you may use a regular glass, a plastic cup, a sippy cup, or a bottle. Whatever you’d like.”
I turn toward Tate. I have no idea why. It suddenly seems like choosing a beverage and the type of container it’s going to be in is the most monumental decision I’ve ever made in my life. Why am I looking to him for answers?
He strokes my cheek. “Would you like me to pick for you, Sophia?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Have you ever used a sippy cup, Little one?”
I shake my head.
He turns his attention toward Theo. “How about apple juice in a sippy cup.”
Theo nods and rises.
I watch as he opens a cabinet filled with bottles and sippy cups and pulls two sippy cups down. He unscrews the lids from both before filling one with water and one with apple juice. When he returns, he hands the juice to Tate. Not me.
Tate holds the cup out to me. When I take it from him, he lifts his own water glass and clinks them together. “To new experiences,” he says.
I giggle. Everything about this evening is a new experience. That’s for sure.
Tate points at my plate. “Don’t feel pressured, Little one. Eat what you want,” he repeats.
“Yes, Sir.”
My attention shifts to Layla as her Daddy blows on a small bite of tiny quiche before offering it to her from a pink rubber spork. “Chew it well, Baby girl,” he instructs.
She leans forward to accept the bite and grins as if it’s the yummiest food ever.
I press my thighs together. I’ve never been this horny in my life. Not even while reading a naughty book or masturbating. It’s like I stepped right into the naughtiest book ever written, and I’m participating in it instead of reading.
Watching Layla is mesmerizing. She obviously eats with her hands restrained regularly. It’s natural to her. I notice Theo often grazes her nipples with his knuckles, which makes her arch and squirm.
I think I’m going to come in my seat.
“Eat, Little one,” Tate encourages.
I jerk my attention to my plate and reach for a tiny pizza. It could be one bite, but I bite off half of it and force myself to chew and swallow. It’s good, and luckily taking the first bite makes me realize I’m hungry and gives me the encouragement to keep eating.
When I lift the sippy cup, I’m aware of Tate watching me. He’s gauging my reactions to everything. I’m not surprised. He’s taking mental notes. Anyone would do the same. I suspect he’s intuitive enough that he knows me better than I know myself from watching me.
“So, what do you do for work, Sophia?” Tate asks.
I swallow my bite of stuffed mushroom. “I work at a candy store.”
Layla giggles and swings her legs. “Sophia is so lucky. I wish I worked at a candy store. All-you-can-eat candy all day.”
Theo taps her nose. “That’s never going to happen, Little one, so don’t get any ideas.”
