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A 'pet' didn't need to worry about the needs of others, they were cared for. And though I was perhaps a wee bit ashamed of it, I wanted that.
So, instead of issuing a dressing down, I answered.
“Yes, I am hungry, rather,” and relaxed into the bed.
1 As someone who is passionate about normalizing the myriad glorious ways a life can be enriched by sex, I feel obligated to mention that Orcus’s actions here are widely regarded as being in bad form. Generally, one in a dominant position should always take the time to ensure their submissive partner(s) are well cared for after an encounter. However, it also strikes me that after pining for Aviana for nearly a thousand years despite her mockery of him, Orcus likely enjoys a hefty dose of degradation, and as such, I expect had not previously been in such a position. It’s a pity the Lady did not make such a discovery during the time she chronicled here.
In Which Lessons in Patience
A wide smilespread across his face at my words. “You seem... different this morning.”
“I feel different,” I said.
“A good orgasm will do that to you,” he said, sitting next to me on the bed. He removed the cloche to reveal much more food than I would have previously been capable of eating, though today, it almost felt reasonable.
“Am I allowed to feed myself today, then?”
“No,” he said, spearing a slice of grapefruit drizzled with what looked to be honey. “I quite liked feeding you the other day. Plus, I think it is a good reminder.”
“A reminder? Of what?”
He popped the bite into my mouth, his eyes focused on my lips. “That you're mine. That you are entirely in my control. That I am entirely responsible for you... and that I think you quite like it.”
I blushed, refusing to meet his eyes. Admitting it to myself was one thing, but aloud? It wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.
He hummed as he fed me, and over the course of twenty minutes, cycling through every hymn in one of my religions that discussed my beauty or framed me as innocent. There were several religions that included me, and they often each focused on varied aspects of who I was. There was perhaps not even one of my people who saw me for all of what I was... there was perhaps no one, save Orcus, who was anywhere close to doing so. It still baffled me howhe,of all people, saw me in the way that he claimed.
No one had ever looked at me like he did, or sought to know the real me the way he did. It was easy to fall into the role he'd cast me in, because it was the only role that had ever been created withmein mind, rather than what someone wanted of me. Or maybe he was just the first person whose wants of mecoincidedwith who I truly was. Perhaps it wasn’t truly a role at all. He only expected me to be myself, which was infinitely better.
Either way, it was easy for me to sit quietly with him feeding me food, to watch his face as he indulged himself. It was an easy sort of silence that I'd rarely experienced with anyone else.
“So, my lord,” I said. “What is on the docket for today?”
Orcus raised an eyebrow at the title, but didn't protest. To me, it was only logical. If I was the Lady, he was my Lord.
He tilted his head and smiled at me, though he didn't comment on my new moniker. “I thought we might further explore the extent of your submission. After all, we've only just begun. And I wanted to debrief after last time, but you were quite fatigued.”
“That... might be accurate,” I said, smiling and turning my head to hide my blush.
“So, princess,” he said, setting the food on the bedside table and taking one of my ankles in hand. “How did you feel during our last session?”
With strong hands and firm pressure, he massaged me again, and I wondered if this would be the sort of treatment I could expect every day.
“As I said, I was surprised, of course. But I also found it quite... enjoyable.”
He raised his eyebrow and smiled. “I'm glad to hear it. Do you feel that I've betrayed your trust in any way?”
“No, I was scared about how this would manifest, but all in all, it's been an enlightening and enjoyable experience.”
“As it should be. And what were your thoughts on your lack of control? Was it concerning to you? Irksome?” He raised a brow and smirked, the insufferable man.
“It has been... in many ways, freeing. I might have needed it. It's frightening—that you know me so well. I feel like, incomparison, I know you not at all, and you see into my very soul.”
“I'm not so hard,” he said. “Really, all you need to know is that I was made to please you, to be what you needed, and to... stretch you in the ways you needed.”
His lips bloomed into a smile on the word stretch, and a wave of heat flashed through me. I'd some inkling of what he might mean by stretch, but I couldn't wait to see if I was right.
His strong hands continued up my legs, stoking the fire within until I was panting. My pussy felt swollen and hot, begging for his focus and attention, greedy to repeat his previous “lesson.”
