I push at his shoulder, making him pull back from the kiss and look into my eyes. “Sir, I need more. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, kitten. But I’ll take the edge off for you until tonight.” With that, he slips down my body, and I drop my legs open, inviting him to take whatever he wants from me. It’s all his. He pushes my dress up, making it bunch around my stomach.

“You seem to be able to listen to one rule today,” he says, seeing my lack of underwear, “but don’t think I’ve forgotten about the others you’ve broken. We’ll get to that later.”

Before I can try to defend myself, his mouth is on me. I buck my hips in response. He grabs hold of them, his fingers digging into my skin as he pins them in place so I can no longer move. I’m helpless against the attack of his mouth on my clit.

My orgasm hits fast, making me scream out his name. Having been on edge since he placed me on his desk, I was ready for some kind of release. I try to jerk away, the sensations too much, but he keeps sucking and licking. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, another orgasm hits, shooting through my body all the way down to my toes. I try to curl them, but my heels prevent me from doing so.

“Sir, please stop, please!” I can’t take anymore, everything is so sensitive.

He pulls his mouth from me, a smirk on his face. “Disobey my rules again and I’ll eat you to four orgasms, one right after another.”

Dropping my legs down, I lie boneless on his desk. I don't think I could survive four orgasms like that.

“Do you know how many times I imagined you like this in here? How hard it was to have you working for me, so close to me, but so far away at the same time?” He voice sounds pained again, and it breaks my heart.

“I’m here, I’m yours.”

Pulling me to a sitting position, he runs his finger along the beautiful collar around my neck. “Yes you are, and so utterly perfect.”

“Am I now?” I tease playfully. He makes me feel so beautiful and sexy, which I never would’ve thought of myself as before. But with him it's like I'm the most perfect thing ever.

“Yes, your neck.” He places a soft kiss there.

“Your ears.” He grabs onto my earlobe with his teeth, giving it a little pull.

“Your nose,” he adds, kissing the tip of it.

“Your eyes.” I close them as he places a kiss on each eyelid.

“Your sassy mouth.” He places a soft kiss there too.

“I could do this all day,” I giggle in response.

I hear the sound of a cell phone. “You better get that,” I say, placing another kiss on his mouth.

“Fuck ’em,” he mutters before kissing me again.

“It’s probably Cupid. I kinda gave him the slip.” I try to say it in an innocent voice, like I didn't really mean to escape.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the phone. “I got her,” he says when he answers.

After a second, he speaks again. “No. Hang on. Kitten, would you like something to eat?”

It wasn't long ago he fed me breakfast, but the idea of him feeding me again has me ordering lunch.

“Cream barley? Maybe a bottle of champagne?”

He repeats the order to Cupid, and then drops his phone down on the desk with a clink.

“You’ll crack it,” I warn, snatching it up to see if he did. When I touch the screen, my face shows up as the screensaver. It looks like a picture of me from last night. I’m wearing the collar, my hair is spread out against the red sheets, his thumb is to my lips, as if he’s feeling the softness of them.

“You put a picture of me on your phone?”

“Never far from me.”

He picks me up and carries me over to the sofa, sitting me in his lap.

“How come when I worked here you treated me like I was dumb?” I find myself asking him.

“You thought I thought you were dumb?” he asks, sounding appalled at my question.

“You gave me the stupidest stuff to do and hovered over me! What was I supposed to think?”

“That if I gave you bigger projects you’d be away from me more—out in the casino, out of my reach. I wanted you close to me. I spent more time coming up with things for you to do around here,” he motions around in a circle, indicating his office, “than I did actual work.”

My bitterness at that falls away instantly. Seems a lot of things with him happen that way, and I can't bring myself to question it. I question everything in my life and look at it from every angle. I’m just going to enjoy this.

“Well, why don't you bring me as close as possible right now?” I move from sitting sideways on his lap to straddling him. I don’t want him to protest, so I take his mouth in a forceful kiss, the way he kisses me. Suddenly, a knock sounds at the door.

“Kitten. Do you remember about me eating you to four? Because you’re knocking on that door.”

I crawl off his lap and plop down on the couch, pretending to pout, but he just laughs as he goes to the door. He opens it a crack and takes a tray from someone, and then closes it again.

Setting the tray on the table in front of the couch, he pops the champagne, fills a glass and hands it to me. I take a drink, and then place it back down on the table. He removes the lid from the steaming dish and sits back down on the couch next to me.

“Straddle me again.”

I don't hesitate. I crawl onto his lap. He slowly feeds my bite after bite, stopping to kiss me throughout, until the dish is empty. Everything has seemed so perfect that I just have to ask something that’s been playing on my mind. After all, he did say I could ask him anything.