Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)

The Dinner Party (part two)

Once you've tried all the little savory tarts on the plate and smiled at some of the people nearby, you feel his eyes on you again. You turn towards him, taking one of the last bites of food onto your fork and you smile up at him.

"This one was my favorite," you say, moving the fork towards his mouth. He opens his lips to allow you to feed it to him, even though you both know he had exactly the same things on his now empty plate. His lips close around the fork, and he stares right at you, watching to see when you will look down at his lips. In the moment that your eyes drop, he pulls back, releasing the fork and his tongue peeks out, taking a last crumb from the corner of his mouth. You watch his tongue move across his bottom lip, very slowly, and you know he's watching you, still, because his lips close as a smiles starts to form. A dimple appears on his chin as he tries to keep his smile from showing, but you recognize it. You look up into his eyes.

"Delicious," you say softly, and you're definitely not just talking about the tart. He swallows the rest of it and he leans closer to you, to whisper into your ear. You lean your body close to his, until you can feel his breath against the skin of your cheek.

"I meant it when I said I was a big fan." He pulls back to see your reaction and you nod.

"A lot of people are watching "Playing The Game" right now. People even ask me to tell them how it ends," you tell him.

"Oh I already know. I asked the network to send me advance copies of it so I could see it all," his explanation surprises you. Your brow wrinkles as you wonder if he's telling the truth.

"Because you have so little time to watch I imagine." He shakes his head, then takes the opportunity to lean in closer to speak softly.

"Because I wanted to have everything you're in. I have copies of all your work." His smile turns to a smirk and he leans back to watch you.

"There are a lot of things I've been in that wouldn't be worth watching," you joke, but you think it's very true. He chuffs at the idea.

"Everyone of them is worth watching for you. That first drama you were in..." You wait for him to prove he's serious and remember the name of your first forgettable walk on role as school girl number two. "School Dazed." He manages to come up with the correct title.

"I was only in that for 30 seconds of screen time." You laugh.

"I've watched that 30 seconds over and over again. It wasn't a great drama, but it was a great 30 seconds." He leans closer to you again and you feel his fingertips slide a lock of your hair behind your ear and you listen intently, trying to focus on his words even though the touch of his fingers on the back of your neck is creating a shockwave of sensation through every nerve in your body. "You looked beautiful in that skin tight jumpsuit they put you in." He laughs a little as your skin heats up with a mixture of embarrassment, and desire. You're desperate to regain control and you squeeze your thighs together, clenching tightly to refocus your thoughts.

"Oh really? You've actually watched all of my work huh?" You are still unsure of his motives. "What was the first lead role I got?" You're not sure he will remember the first time you got lead billing, since you had thought the project was great but not many people ever watched it for some reason.

He smiles so smugly that you know he's about to give you the correct answer. He leans back in close to you, but this time his hand slides under your hair around the back of your neck and actually pulls your head closer to him. He pauses a moment too long, giving your head a chance to spin as the blood rushes out.

"You Belong To Me," he whispers in a deep gravely tone, and in that instant, it doesn't just feel like the name of your first drama lead, it feels like his own words; a proclamation, a commandment. You swallow hard, feeling his fingertips tracing a line on the back of your neck, raising goosebumps across your entire body. You pull back and look up into his eyes, trying to figure out if this simple game just became much more. His eyes are dark and focused hard on you. There is nothing you can say in that moment. The desire that was building inside you has reached its peek. If he asked you to climb on top of him right here at the dinner table you would do it, without question. The tiny curl of his lip tells you he knows exactly what you're thinking.