Let's tease him, it'll be fun.

Riva brought the dining-tine up to her nose, inhaled, then offered it back to him.

"Open," she ordered.

He parted his lips and she slid the rounded handle across his tongue, watching the way he sucked it clean again. Her cunt clenched at the sight.

"Good," she murmured. "Very good. I think a someone who follows his impulses so readily could be useful to me."

She let the tine drop onto the table and cupped his jaw, thumb stroking the corner of his mouth. "Stand up, Philip."

He rose, the front of his breeches already tented. Riva pressed her body lightly against his, letting him feel the heat radiating from her. Her hips subtly rolled forward against his hard length through the fabric.

"You liked the taste of me," she whispered against his ear. "Next time I might let you have it straight from the source. Would you like that?"

Philip's hips twitched forward as he managed, "Yes, my lady."

Riva smiled, slow and sultry. It had worked for more experienced men than him; poor Philip looked like he might faint. "Then you'll stay close. I have plans for an obedient servant like you."