bedroom, I walk in and see Mandy sitting up in bed, a sheet held to her chest, trying to cover herself up. Her look of confusion turns to a look of relief when she sees me. I go over to the side of the bed and sit on the edge beside her.
“I thought it was a dream. I woke up in this bed and I couldn’t remember where I was, and you were gone.”
I lean over, kissing her sweet lips, and then tuck her hair behind her ears.
“Come have breakfast with me, kitten.”
She blushes and tucks her chin into her chest, nodding slightly. I don’t know why some things make her blush while others don’t, but I certainly love it when it happens. I pull the sheet from her hands and help her stand up. Once she’s steady on her feet, I reach down and peel the thong from her body, leaving her completely naked. When I stand up, she looks at me shyly, but I just take her by the hand, leading her into the dining room.
I have the table set up with one big plate of food and two coffees. I drink mine with just cream, but she likes hers so sweet it makes my teeth hurt just thinking about it. When we get to the table, I sit down and pull her onto my lap.
“You’re really going to feed me? I’m a grown woman and I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”
“That’s not the point, kitten. The point is that I want to feed you.” I don’t think she completely understands, but I have this inner need to care for her. I’m dominant in my personality by nature, but I’m different with Mandy. When I hooked up with people in the past, I was complacent and didn’t really care about what was happening. Whoever I spent my time with knew it wasn’t anything serious. With Mandy it’s the complete and total opposite. It’s as if I care too much, and I go off the deep end, caring about every second of every day.
I’ve obsessed so much over her that I’ve even played around with the idea of trying to make it a full time Dom/sub relationship after the thirty days are up. I’m not sure how far Mandy is willing to take these rules. I want to wait and see how this contract goes, and then we can decide. The thought of her leaving me is torturous. It simply isn’t an option.
I move her body around so her back is to my front and both her legs bracket mine. I move my thighs wider apart, opening up her naked pussy, letting me have easy access to it.
Once I have her how I want her, I take the fork and feed her bites from the plate. I carefully hold her coffee so she can take a few sips, and then set it down on the table. I take a few forkfuls for myself here and there, but mostly I want to feed my sweetness and make sure she’s taken care of.
After a little while of this, she relaxes against me, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself. I kiss her neck gently and pet her body all over. Her skin is buzzing with sexual heat, and my little touches throughout breakfast have her rubbing against me just like a kitten. Her body is beginning to become attuned to mine, and she’s feeling needy. Knowing what she wants, I slowly run my hand down her stomach and over her pussy, cupping it.
“Do you need to cum, kitten?”
I feel her nod, and I smile, knowing I’ve already got the power I need over her body. I spread her labia apart. I reach down between her legs with my other hand and start to rub circles around her clit. She moans loudly at the sensation, and I lick her neck and shoulder to heighten her pleasure.
Her hips begin to rock up and down, seeking the right touch, and I continue to rub little circles, making it easy for her to move with me. I kiss my way up her neck, biting her as I go, letting her feel the pressure of my teeth. She’s soaking my fingers, and I pull my hand away from her labia, bringing it to my mouth for a taste.
Once I taste her sugary sweetness, I feel wild with need. I reach down again and rub my fingers on her pussy. This time when I pull away, I