Free Seduction: The Story of M by L. A. Cloutier Page B

lifted my head and my eyes and looked up at his face. He brought his fingers to my lips and ordered me to take the pill. He held the back of my neck as he brought the glass of juice up to my lips telling me to drink at least half. His fingers inched softly into my hair as my head leaned back to drink. Then he slipped them from my neck and down to my breastbone, nudging me to sit back as he pulled the glass away.
    He put several pieces of fruit into a small bowl and set it aside. Then got up and walked behind me, he took my hands and placed them behind my back. I listened as he took the leather cuffs I had worn the day before off a nearby chair while he held my wrists. He cuffed my hands behind my back and then sat back down in his chair. It was harder to sit on my heels like this and I felt myself teeter a little.
    He put the bowl of fruit between his feet and then sat back opening his pants, pulling out his semi hard member and holding it softly in his hand. “I am curious , princess. Would you prefer to eat from my lap or from the bowl?”
    He stroked himself softly while placing a plump grape near his sc rotum. I watched his fingers squeeze as he pulled his hand up the shaft of his hardening cock. My heart started to beat slightly faster as I contemplated this being some sort of trick question. A piece of hair fell down around my face as I teetered to control my balance.
    “You will get used to your positions in time. Now answer me.” He gripped himself a bit tighter and stroked slowly, expressing a tiny droplet of pre-come to the tip of his penis.
     I don’t know why, but I felt the mildest twinge in my clit as I watched him do this. “I would choose the bowl, Sir,” I said softly not taking my eyes off his cock. I watched his body posture seemingly relax slightly as he sighed.
    “As you wish , princess.” he nudged the bowl a couple of inches towards me. “I would think that it would have been easier for you not to have to bend all the way to the floor for each bite. You may take once piece of fruit at a time with your teeth and lips and then you must sit forward looking at me while you chew and swallow it, do you understand me?” His voice was not as soft as it had been in the bathroom.
    “Yes , Sir,” I whispered and he was right, it would have been much easier.
    He stroked a little faster as he watched me lean over, taking a grape from the bowl. My hair spilled around my shoulders, some o f it went into my eyes a little as I sat back facing him. He looked directly at my face as I chewed the grape, slowly at first and then more quickly as I watched him pleasure himself. I felt very uncomfortable being forced to watch him while trying to eat. I leaned down for another piece and then back up.
    “Look at my face ,” he ordered as I chewed.
    My eyes took to his face, and he stared into mine making me feel even more uncomfortable. I felt tears brimming as I lowered myself to the bowl again. His hand was moving faster and in a steady rhythm. My chest was heaving as I fought back the tears, chewing.  
    He moaned. “I wanted to fuck you quite badly in the bath my dear, but that would have defeated the purpose ,” he grunted out.
    I went to the bowl again and he stood up as I brought myself back up, blocking me from leaning down again. He stroked fast now, his cock almost close enough to touch my lips. I could feel the heat of his sex against my lips as I chewed. He put his hand in my hair and pulled my head back so that he could see my face.
    “Open your mouth, precious, and hold it open.” He squeezed his hand tightly in my hair as he groaned lustfully, shooting his come into my mouth. He squeezed the tip after the last rope of cum landed on the back of my tongue. “Swallow it,” he growled.
    My shoulders were shaking as I closed my lips swallowing his bitter salty come, tears rolling from the corners of my eyes. He pressed the engorged head of his cock to my lips and smeared the remaining pearly white