Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

He makes a good point.
I sit up, then scooch backward until I’m propped up
against the head of the bed, my pillow scrunched behind my
back. I drag the sheet up to cover my naked breasts.
Kage sits on the edge of the mattress and drags the sheet
back down so my breasts are exposed again. He sets the plate
on his lap. Then he picks up a piece of crispy bacon.
“Open,” he commands, holding the bacon near my lips.
Though I feel slightly ridiculous being fed like an infant, I
oblige. I quickly forget about feeling silly, however, because
it’s delicious. The bacon tastes so good, I moan a little as I
chew.
The man can cook. Go figure.
He watches me with hawklike focus until I swallow. Then
he makes a satisfied noise and picks up the fork resting on the
side of the plate. He shovels up a pile of scrambled eggs.
“Whoa. How big do you think my mouth is? That bite’s
enough for like four people.”
An indulgent smile curves his lips. “Every time you give
me sass, you earn another spanking.”
We stare at each other. Neither of us blinks. But he’s better
at this game, and I’m starving, so he wins the challenge.
I obediently open my mouth and let him slide the fork in.
Watching my mouth, he says hotly, “Those beautiful
fucking lips. I can’t wait until you’re on your knees with those
lips around my cock, choking on it.”
I nearly spit the eggs out through my nose, but manage to
control myself. I swallow, then laugh. “How romantic! You
should write sonnets.”
“Eat.”
He feeds me more eggs. Gives me another piece of bacon,
then a slice of buttered toast. Watches me chew and swallow
like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.