The spoonful of darkest chocolate panna cotta hovers just beneath my nose.
“Open, my darling, I saved the last bite just for you.”
I take it in, purring as it makes love to my tongue. She gathers the drip of raspberry syrup that has escaped my lips and licks her fingertip clean.
As our server comes to the table, she stands and moves behind me. Stroking down my arms, she tests the silk cords binding me to my chair.
“I’m going to the lounge, my pet. Give Pierre a nice tip,” she murmurs, opening his trousers, freeing his growing cock.
