Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Of course, my Dom doesn't like it and stares at me. But I don't care, and stare at him with my squirrel cheeks. I'm starving! If he doesn't hurry up, I'll take any food I'm given. Healthy or not. Hopefully it motivates him to hurry up.
"There," he throws down a large tray in front of me.
Not a moment too soon! And I pounce on it without a second thought. Sophia and Chacha are still laughing, but I'm not paying any attention. I'm far too hungry for this. I know I'm repeating myself, but you've no idea how sex can work up an appetite. It's not an unfounded rumor. And even if it wasn't, just the sight of those good blueberry pancakes is enough to make your mouth water. Who could resist?
I couldn't! I'm far too greedy for that. He knows that. I devour everything: egg, bacon, toast, even the strange bread whose name I still don't know. But it doesn't matter. As long as it fills my stomach. And I have a real culinary orgasm because it's simply different. I don't know who cooked this delicacy, but it deserves applause.
"The complements to the chef," I manage to slip in.
"With pleasure," says Sophia.
"Now it's so clear! I can see where Angel gets his talent for cooking..."
She smiles and my charming Dom raises his eyebrows. But he too ends up smiling. Besides, that little gesture he made with his eyes, he owes her a punishment, doesn't he? I make sure to point it out to him.
"That deserves a punishment," I begin. "Because, if it had been me, I wouldn't have been able to finish that fresh fruit salad you'd have already put on your thighs and spanked in front of everyone. I think that's so unfair! If submissives are punished for misbehaving, so are Doms!"
Obviously, I speak softly so as not to be overheard by our two companions. In vain, they burst out laughing again. So does my Dom, who nearly chokes on his orange juice.
"But what? I'm just trying to understand."
"You don't need to understand," replies Chacha. "By the way, I'm here if you need a good lawyer."
Angel laughs even harder.
"And why would I need a lawyer?"
"To file a complaint against your Dom, because when he comes looking for him to spank you, you'd better file a complaint and hide well."
Angel is laughing so hard he can't utter a word. Worse, he's laughing out loud. But the situation makes me laugh. Why do I have to take punishment after punishment, while he avoids them all? Fortunately, he finally calms down and turns to me.
"I want an answer, I start, clutching at his blouse."
"It's simple... I've got a free pass."
And everyone starts laughing again, except me. It's so unfair! But I'm tired of repeating... so I keep quiet. Still, Angel hasn't finished with me yet.
