Her place for dinner

Not long after Rosa feels the car come to a stop. Then a moment later she has to shield her eyes from the sunlight when John opens up the trunk.

“We’re here,” he says. He reaches in with one arm and helps her climb back out. The first thing she notices is that they are on a residential street. In fact he has parked out front of the small house she rents near the campus with three other women. The second thing she notices is that he is holding her purse and dress but making no move to let her get dressed again.

“Come on, Bitch,” he moves towards her front door. “Or do I need to put you on the leash again?”

She steps quickly to catch up to him. Her elderly neighbour Mr. Watkins waves at her from his front window. She waves back at him and smiles as he adjusts his glasses. He’s definitely never seen this much of her bare skin before.

Enjoy the view while you can but this body is not for you.

John takes the keys from her purse and unlocks the front door.

“Since the address on your driver’s license was so close to the campus, I figured I’d just bring you straight here. Now get into the kitchen and make us a meal while I get comfortable.” He hangs her dress on a coat rack by the door and gives her a look that says she should not try to get dressed again without permission.

“Mi casa es su casa, Sir,” she says as she steps inside. She keeps her heels on and walks into the kitchen at the back of the first floor. After checking the fridge and cupboards she decides on a dinner that should be both appetizing and relatively quick, chicken breast with leftover rice and chopped vegetables. Meanwhile John has taken a seat at the table and is watching her. As she places the ingredients on the counter she feels his attention on her. She can’t let him get bored, not this far into the game.

Better put on a good show.

“Sir?”

He simply responds, “Mm-hmm?”

“Do you like the way your bitch’s breasts look in this bra?” she traces the shape of her cups with one hand.

“Mm-hmm.”

“May this bitch remove it and put on an apron while she cooks? Otherwise it might get dirty and ruin your enjoyment.”

She delights when she sees him smile and nod.

“That’s a very good idea. And you asked so politely. Yes you may, Bitch.”

To add to the titillation she turns her back to him as she removes her bra, sliding the straps slowly off of both arms before placing it carefully on a side table. Then she dons the plain black apron that is kept hanging next to the fridge and ties it around her waist. She leaves it a little loose so that when she turns back towards him John gets a glimpse of side boob. The neckline is too high for any cleavage unless she is bending over. But wouldn’t you know it, as Rosa cooks she keeps finding reasons to take things out of low cupboards or stretch out over the counter to reach something.

John’s eyes don’t leave her body for a moment. Her pussy is on fire with lust knowing that she is the centre of his attention. That’s she’s not only doing what he asked but doing it well. Winning his approval.

Before too long the simple dish is ready and she removes the skillet from the stove. She turns to face John and asks, “How would you like to be served, Sir?”

“Put two portions on one large plate and bring it here with a fork and a knife.”

She does as instructed and places the meal and utensils on the table in front of him. When she bends over he looks directly down her apron; she’s sure he can see her nipples.

“You don’t need that while we eat. Take it off and then kneel here.” He points to the floor next to him. She obeys. Now there is no more teasing about it, her breasts are out in the open for him to see and enjoy.

And then they eat together. He carefully cuts the larger pieces of chicken and vegetables into small bites, puts a forkful in his mouth, and then does the same for her. Over and over John repeats the process, and Rosa savours both the food and the complete reliance on him. It’s the most erotic meal she’s ever had. At one point her hands drift from her thighs towards her crotch, but before she can start to rub herself he simply says, “No,” and she goes back to her passive position.

When the plate is empty John wipes her mouth with a napkin, taking time to rub his thumb over her bottom lip which still bears his mark from earlier.

He leans back in his chair. One appetite has been satisfied but she hopes that she can be his dessert.

“That was very tasty. You did well in the kitchen. And on the floor,” he tells her. Every positive word adds fuel to the fire inside her. “Tell me, are you full?”

Now is the time to push for more.

“This bitch always has room for whatever Sir wants to put in her.”

He spreads his legs and tells her, “Then come and get your treat. You’ve earned it by being such a good doggy.”