Free Freed by Stacey Kennedy

of the strawberry. She also didn’t take her eyes off him as she chewed. Elliott regarded her, realizing how different Mary was than he’d first assumed.
    He had figured he would be playing with an experienced submissive. While Mary did have experience and showed signs of that, it was almost as if he were playing with someone new to the lifestyle. She had to learn to trust all over again, and within that trust, she would find peace to offer her submission.
    He enjoyed the challenge she offered. In fact, he found himself wanting to keep her with him for as long as she’d allow. Something about her being with him felt great.
Really great.
    Once she swallowed, he asked, “Good?”
    “Delicious,” she replied with a soft smile.
    He finished the strawberry and then grabbed the croissant, breaking a piece off and feeding it to her. This time she didn’t pause, and ate the croissant without fuss. When she stopped chewing, she took a sip of her coffee, and he asked, “Did you have any plans for today?”
    She lowered her mug to her lap. “No.” Then her eyes widened, as she must’ve realized she answered too quickly.
    “I’m glad.” He smirked. “No plans means that you have no reason not to spend the remainder of the weekend with me.”
    She hesitated, her brows furrowed. “You do realize that I never agreed to a weekend play party.”
    “Yes, I do,” he said, picking up a raspberry and feeding her. “But you did agree to stay with me until I released you.” He mirrored her pause, holding her firm stare. “Did you forget agreeing to that?”
    “No, I remember,” she replied, chewing. “But—”
    He leaned forward and pressed his finger against her lips. “Mary, for once let someone take care of you. Just enjoy this. I’m not asking for anything other than for you to stay with me and do exactly what we are doing now.”
    His body heated at the hitch of her breath. He brought his face close to hers, knowing how his closeness affected her. As he watched her pupils dilate, he added, “Besides, it might be wise to remember that while you came last night, I did not. Do you really believe I would let you leave me with a hard cock that has been tormenting me since you walked into the room?”
    She held his stare, then looked at her coffee mug. “No, of course not.”
    He grabbed a blueberry before he tucked his finger under her chin, drawing her focus. Then he slid the berry across her lips until she parted them and sucked it, and his finger, into her mouth. “That’s right, darlin’. Stop thinking. Relax.”
    She chewed and finally asked, “Only for the weekend?”
    Tough cookie to crack,
he thought. “Yes, Mary,
for now,
it’s only for the weekend.”
    Her eyes narrowed just a little, and he smiled, rather enjoying the fire burning in their depths. She could argue. She could push against his will. She would also never win. After another long stare-down, she asked, “That’s a play on words, don’t you think?”
    He barked a laugh, feeding her another blueberry. “Yes, darlin’, it certainly is.”
    —
    Later that night, Mary groaned as Elliott massaged the arch of her foot. The day had drifted by slowly, and an ease had settled into her in the early afternoon. Not a single word had been spoken since Elliott picked up her left foot, and by the time he moved to the other, her moans became a familiar noise in the quiet room. She’d had massages at the spa, but there was a difference between her female masseuse rubbing her feet and Elliott’s strong hands stroking her.
    Under his knowledgeable ministrations, all of the tension invading her body vanished. When he rubbed the ball of her foot with firm knuckles, she opened her eyes and his chocolaty warm gaze held hers
.
She thought back to what he had said to her,
respect goes far with me.
She wanted him to experience her appreciation, not so much because she thought she owed it to him, but because pleasing others and making them feel good fed her