You feed her

Your tomato soup arrives, steaming on the table, and you blow it.

“Maybe I can feed you?” you ask.

“Alright.”

You wait for it to cool a little, before you pick up the bowl and have some of yours, before lowering it in front of Naomi. She looks up at you, hands still behind her back in that submissive pose as you scoop up the soup with the spoon and put it close to her mouth. She eats the soup from the spoon, but there’s a little left over. Maybe this is a good chance to see if she’ll follow your commands.

“Lick the spoon clean.”

She looks up at you, surprised maybe that you’re telling her how to eat, or telling her what to do. A moment later though, her tongue is out, and she licks the last bit of soup up.

You feed her the rest of the soup, watching her lick the spoon clean every time. She only had to be told once. She was going to be a good ****.

When you can no longer scoop the soup up with the spoon, a devious thought crosses your mind.