I leaned back in my chair to savour the last bite of dinner, my fingers intertwined with my boyfriend’s as we relaxed at the dinner table together.
“Are you finished love?” He asked, pausing his story about a funny work mishap.
“Yes I don’t think I could eat another bite! You?”
“Oh yeah, though I am still hungry for something else” he waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and I laughed.
“I know exactly what would satisfy you” I winked and rang the bell beside my plate. Almost instantly my slave appeared from the kitchen where he was sent to wait. “We’ve finished, once you’ve cleaned the dishes you may eat whatever’s left then find me for your next instructions.”
“Yes Miss.” He was well used to this, and deftly cleared the table as we moved to the living room.
Joe selected an oldies record, the familiar crackle and warm tones of Billie Holliday setting the mood. As he settled on the couch beside me, his lips lost no time finding mine as our hands started to caress and touch each other all over hungrily. He knew every inch of my body, which spots needed gentle fingers and which ones needed rough, the curve of my neck that was dying to be kissed, and exactly how to coax soft moans from my throat.