I sit at the small table in my unbuttoned jeans as my kitten prepares my breakfast. I purposely supplied the cabin with foods I knew she wouldn’t normally eat.

“Pancakes?” she asks, looking at the box.

“Pancakes.”

“What will I eat?” Her bruised ass shows as she leans naked, searching the refrigerator.

“Pancakes.”

She spins toward me, her lips parted to speak. I know what she normally eats for breakfast. There is no fruit or yogurt in the refrigerator. With its sparse contents, she knows that too. I watch as she fights her normal response to argue.

But this isn’t normal. It is our future.

“B-but, Sir.”

“Cook. And there’s bacon too.”

She pulls the container from the refrigerator. It’s not the precooked kind. It will require her frying it. The way she’s holding it—her cute little nose scrunched and eyes narrowed—you’d think it were trash in her hand, not uncooked meat.

“Kitten, I’m not repeating myself.” I stand and walk toward her. Lifting the spatula from the counter, I tap it against my hand. “Tell me what you’ll eat, or I’m spanking your ass.” I turn it over, evaluating the pattern. “I bet this would make a great design on your skin.”

Her blue eyes go from the bacon to the box of pancake mix and then to the spatula in my grasp. “Okay, pancakes and bacon, but no syrup.”

My grin grows. “Oh, there will be syrup.”

Leaving the spatula on the counter, I turn around and walk back to the table. As I do, I hear the rattling of bowls and pans. Without another word, she does as she’s been told. Watching her cook for me, naked, is sexy in a way I never imagined.

As the cabin fills with the delicious aroma of pancakes and frying bacon, her concentration zeros in on the cast-iron skillet. I never thought about the popping and crackling grease with bare skin, but it’s obvious, at this moment, it’s my kitten’s number-one concern.

Once she’s compiled a plate of pancakes and another of bacon, she brings them to the table. She brings me a plate and silverware before refilling my cup of coffee.

So far, she hasn’t even had coffee. I’m making her wait.

It’s as she reaches for the second plate that I stop her. “Just the syrup. No other plate is necessary.”

“But you said...” My kitten stops herself before she says more.

I reach for the bottle of syrup and point to the floor. Spreading my legs, I wait as the indecision clouds her beautiful eyes.

“Trust, obey, submit,” I remind her.

Slowly, she falls to her knees and crawls to the area between my legs. “Here,” I say as I bring my coffee cup to her lips. The liquid has cooled to the perfect warmth. She practically hums as I tilt the cup for her to drink.

When she’s finished drinking, I open my eyes wide.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says as she lowers hers.

Right in front of her is my erection. If I’d taken medicine to help with an erection—which I didn’t—according to the commercial, I’d need to call a doctor. I’ve been fucking hard since she got in my truck.

I remove two pancakes and cover them in syrup. I know this is pushing her limits. That’s why I didn’t leave it to her to eat on her own. “Open your mouth, kitten. Close your eyes.”

Her breasts heave as she does as I command. As the sticky, sweet cake gets to her lips, she closes them tight, blocking the way.

“Kitten.”

“Please, Sir,” she mumbles through closed lips.

I’m not going to entertain her concerns. She’s beautiful. She’s perfect. Her body needs more than fruit and vegetables to sustain her this weekend.

When I don’t speak, simply setting my jaw and narrowing my eyes, she peers my way and acquiesces. Her lips part. As the syrup-covered pancake lands on her tongue, she sighs.

“Chew and swallow.” After she does, I ask, “How does it taste?”

“Oh my God, it’s delicious.”

“Come here.” I pat my leg and she climbs up onto my lap.

Our breakfast is consumed from one another’s lips, her feeding me and me doing the same. Syrup drips from her chin to her breasts where I lick it off her skin. By the time we’re done, she’s eaten not only at least two of the pancakes but also two full strips of bacon.

I can’t take having her sexy naked body on my lap any longer without taking her again. Directing her to lie on the floor, I then reach for the bottle of syrup and stand above her.

“Vic—Sir?”

“Oh, kitten, I want to be sure your memories of this weekend stick.”

At my words, her face blossoms into the sweetest—no pun intended—smile. Her hair is a sex-tangled halo, and she’s not wearing any makeup. Her eyes sparkle, cheeks grow pink, and her lips shine with syrup. It’s not at all like the Erika the world sees on TV. The vision before me is sincere and real and more stunning than she’s ever been onscreen.

I smile as Erika struggles to stay still as I drizzle syrup over her tits and stomach. Though I might have considered punishing her to watch her skin again turn red, I can’t. I need to be inside her.

Stepping out of my jeans, I kneel between her spread legs and look down at the sticky concoction flowing over her light skin. “You’re beautiful.”

She doesn’t speak as her lids flutter and she veils her eyes.

“No, kitten, look at me.”

Her blue eyes grow wide as she takes in my naked form.

“I’m going to fuck you again. And then, after we shower, I’m going to do it again and again. What do you have to say about that?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

My grin quirks upward as I take my syrup-covered fingers and tease her swollen clit. Her hips writhe at my touch as she squirms on the tile floor. I lower my chest until we’re plastered together and my cock teases her entrance.

“What do you want?”

“If I lie, will you punish me?”

“Yes.”

“If I tell the truth, will you fuck me and then punish me?”

I swear my cock doubles in size. “I could punish you for topping from the bottom.”

Erika nods. “Please fuck me first. I want you.”

“And then?”

“I suppose that’s up to you.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Sir,” she adds in the sweetest tone.

I couldn’t do anything else but comply: my need is too great. I push inside her warm haven. As I do, her back arches and her syrup-covered breasts push upward. My thrusts still as I lap my finger in the syrup and bring it to her lips. “Open.”

She doesn’t hesitate as she takes my finger between her lips. Her tongue teases as she licks.

“Fuck.”

I remove my finger and resume our rhythm. In and out, the sensation of her walls surrounding me—squeezing me—with no condom separating us is heaven. I always knew it would be.

When we both come, I stay inside her, my body stuck to hers as I support myself on my elbow. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s all I’ve ever wanted. The expression of bliss on her beautiful face is better than anything I’ve ever seen.

I tuck a piece of her gorgeous hair behind her ear and smile. “Kitten, you realize we aren't using birth control?”

“Yes. And it feels so good.”

“You could get pregnant with my baby.”

She nods. “It's what you want.”

“It is,” I confirm. “What do you want?”

Her sexy body wiggles beneath mine. “To be with you, forever.”

“I love you, kitten.”

She lifts her gaze until our eyes meet. “I've always loved you, Vic.”