#MWTease from @kristinelyon19 #darknovel #DangerousFixation #wip #amwriting

Hi everyone! Happy Wednesday! This is from a new DARK story I'm working on!  The title is Dangerous Fixation! Stay turned for more information! I hope you enjoy the small tease! 



. It was a spoon. She optimistically closed her mouth over the spoon and discovered, almost rapturously it was filled with sweet, buttery mashed potatoes. It was food, goddamned food! As the spoon was pulled between her teeth and out of her mouth, she pressed her lips tightly around it, holding every last morsel of the potatoes inside. She swallowed it quickly and opened her mouth again, not so much expectedly, but hopefully. She was not disappointed, as another spoonful was inserted into her eager mouth again and again. Periodically replaced by a straw, allowing her small drinks of cool water, the spoon continued its mission of feeding her. The potatoes were easily revealed as homemade by occasional lumps within them, and that only made them taste better to Angela, and she doubted if she had ever tasted anything so wonderful. It was as close to heaven as she would allow herself hope of seeing anytime soon, so when the spoon left her mouth and did not return, she wanted to ask for more. She was still hungry, very hungry with an intensity level bordering on insatiable. But she was not about to utter a single word, not so much as a syllable. What little nourishment the small portion of food had provided had been enough to instantly allow her to think clearly enough to know better. So instead of asking what she dearly wanted to ask, she slowly closed her mouth and turned her attention to bathing. The hand which had guided her motions before returned again, enclosing itself around one of her wrist. Slowly her hand was led downward and placed lightly between her legs. Fingers individually found themselves atop each of her own as her hand was slowly bent downward. She stopped when the hand guiding hers stopped, understanding she would be shown exactly what was expected. A lone finger remained atop her middle finger as she felt his thumb and pinky finger slip around her wrist again, and as her hand was slowly pulled upward, her middle finger found its way to the skin just below the slit in her womanhood. It glided lightly over the lips of her pussy, making its way to the top before being asked to return. The motion was repeated several times and then she was again left to continue on her own. She had not been shown to slip the finger inside and so she didn’t, and likewise when her finger reached the top, just below where she had once sported a mound of curly hair, she did not allow herself to press any harder to stimulate her clit any more than she had been silently asked. She found she was becoming slightly captivated by his interest in watching her rub on her own pussy in return for the food she had wanted. She had no trouble recognizing where this was headed. The only question was where it would end. But it was a question she knew she couldn’t ask. As she slid her finger over her slit for what she believed to be the 15th or 20th time, she heard the unmistakable sound of metal grinding against glass, and as she dared to wonder of it could in fact be a knife and fork – oh fuck, let it be a knife and fork – he repeated his last spoken command.“Open your mouth,” he said.She quickly obeyed and was rewarded again by the touch of metal inside her mouth, followed immediately by absolute joy as she closed her mouth and recognized something she would have never allowed herself to hope for. It was steak, breaded and obviously cooked in a frying pan, something she was unaccustomed to, but absolutely delicious. The hand stroking her pussy was almost forgotten as she welcomed the tasty meat. He spoke again as she chewed the steak slowly, savoring it for all its worth, and at the same time hearing the sound of the knife slicing off another bite for her.“I want you to coordinate you hand and your mouth,” he said, as he placed the next piece of steak at the edge of her lip. “As you close your mouth around the food, I want you to slide your finger inside you. Then I want you to slowly pull your finger out, moving it up slowly as you chew. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she quickly answered, inhaling the aroma so close to her mouth.“If you do this properly, your finger should reach your clit at the exact time you swallow the food. Do you understand?”“Yes.” Oh hell yes she understood. “Good. Open your mouth.”Time slowly disappeared as she became lost in whatever this game was that he was playing with her. She quickly attuned her fingers to the tempo he set by feeding her hunger. Whether he was deriving his pleasure from watching her fingers work her own pussy or trying to maintain the pace he constantly slowed and increased was unclear to Angela, but she did as she had been asked. Her need was being satisfied by fulfilling his need, and for the moment, she really didn’t care exactly what that was. She welcomed each bite by fucking herself with her own finger until the plate was empty and he told her to stop. She heard what she assumed was a wooden chair on the tile floor and the utensils sliding across the plate as he stood.
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