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“Please what, naughty rabbit? Begging for my cock in this tight ass already?”
“No—no, I…I just haven’t…it’s been so long since I’ve had sex…”
“Did Master Otis fail to fuck you silly during your time together?”
“Nah, man,” floated out from the kitchen. “I told you. Aftercare only. And lunch is ready. Bring her to the breakfast countertop to eat.”
ChapterTen
Isqueaked when Andrew suddenly lifted my body and carried me from the couch to the large marble countertop that served as both a dining table and a kitchen island. He deposited me on my hands and knees on the surface, with my ass facing him.
My face burned in humiliation as I yet again pondered how I was naked and now on display for two men. There was nothing hidden. My soft curves and heavy breasts were out in the open, much to my dismay. I hated being embarrassed, and yet emotion heightened every aspect of the experience I was having.
When I looked at the men, their expressions did not show the disgust I expected. If anything, they looked pleased with the view, their heated gazes burning over my skin like rays from the sun. My nerve endings were alive. My core tightened as if thrilled by the possibilities that might unravel here if I just let the scene unfold.
Otis brought over a plate. An open-faced peanut butter and smashed banana sandwich on sliced white bread with apple sauce on the side.
Instead of placing the food before a dining stool, Otis slid the plate under my face. I stared down at it, confused.
“Your hands are occupied, so I didn’t bother with a spoon,” he explained.
Spoon or no, I hated eating in front of other people. “I’m not hungry.”
“You’re eating, little bunny,” Otis said carefully with a grin.
As a fuller-figured woman, people often judged every bite I put into my mouth. While it was easy for me to say I didn’t care, on some level I did because it ruined the dining experience for me. I just wanted to eat in peace, and that required me tonothave an audience.
“I said I’m not hungry,” I bit out.
The smack to my ass was fast and hard. “Apologize. Now,” Andrew demanded. When I didn’t comply fast enough, he smacked my ass again even harder.
Revolt must have shown in my glare, because Otis cautioned me from acting on my impulse, which was to slide the dish off the breakfast island and tell Andrew to fuck off.
“Please, don’t,” Otis said softly, climbing up on the marble top and sitting crisscrossed in front of me. “You don’t want to hurt my feelings, do you?”
God, he was hot, still wearing only a towel. My mouth watered as my gaze was drawn to the package bulging underneath the terrycloth material. “No,” I gulped and shook my head.
“Doesn’t sound like an apology,” Andrew warned softly. “Do I need my belt?”
“I’m sorry,” I offered, if only to avoid a strapping. “I’m just not hungry.”
“Apology accepted, bunny,” Otis assured. “But you need to eat. Will you eat for me?”
Master Otis was one of those Dominants that could cajole a submissive into obedience. He didn’t even need to raise his voice. I hated that I was willing to compromise with him on this.
“Remember what I told you in the bathroom, little bunny? How I want you to be shameless with me?”
Ugh.Could he read my mind?
Whatever.
I shrugged a shoulder. “I guess I can eat the sandwich with one hand.”
Otis shook his head and offered a soothing smile as he gently stopped my hand in midair. He returned my flat palm to the countertop. “I’d prefer if you didn’t. That wouldn’t be very safe, considering the entertainment Master Andrew has in mind. Could you lower yourself onto your forearms and eat without hands instead?”
“You…you want me to eat like a pig at a trough?”
“Like a sweet bunny,” he countered almost too fast. “For me. Please.”
