When she swallowed it, he kissed her gently.
All right. She was going to like this game.
Another strawberry. He kissed her neck. Another, and he moved his lips lower. Then he drew the tunic down to kiss the swell of her breast.
“Papa, what if someone sees?”
“Brick is manning the cameras. Sterling is asleep, and Elias has gone out. Besides, it’s just a bit of play.”
The next thing he tried to feed her was a sandwich. She wrinkled her nose. “A strawberry.”
“No, a sandwich.”
“Strawberry.”
“Do you need more corner time?”
“No, Papa.” She took a small bite. “Where’s my reward?”
“You don’t get one when you argue.”
Well, that sucked. The next time he held the sandwich up, she eagerly took a bite.
Reaching behind her, he undid the zipper on her dress. Then he tugged the top of her dress down to reveal her breasts.
“Papa! You can’t.” She tried to cover herself with her hands and he gave them a light smack.
“Did I say you could move your hands?”
“No, Papa. But I . . . I . . .”
“Yes?” he asked, running his finger over her breast.
“I can’t eat with my boobs on display,” she said lamely.
“Of course you can. They’re gorgeous.”
“They’re small. There’s nothing to even see.”
He suddenly twisted a nipple and she hissed. Immediately, he dropped his hand away. “Juliet, I’m sorry.”
“No! Don’t be sorry. It actually felt kind of good.”
“It did?” he asked skeptically.
“A bit of pain clears my head, helps me think,” she admitted to him.
“Interesting. But I don’t want to hear any more insults about your breasts, hear me?” He gave her a stern look.
“Yes, Papa.”
“Good girl. Now, keep your hands behind your back.”
He took her nipple into his mouth and she gasped, feeling that sensation in her clit.
“Ohhh.”
“Good girl.” He fed her another bite of sandwich. Then sucked on her other nipple.