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body,’ she said. ‘I just want to taste you.’
    With that she proceeded to kiss and nibble every inch of his chest, working her way down to his cock. He lay, poleaxed, the torment of her clever mouth battling the desire to drift off into a post-orgasmic haze.
    She rubbed her face against his cock and licked it, then sighed. ‘I have been working you too hard, haven’t I?’
    ‘I’m not complaining,’ he muttered.
    ‘Come,’ she said. ‘Let’s eat.’ She pulled on his arms playfully until he climbed to his feet.
    ‘You sit here and I’ll feed you.’
    He sat on a chair next to the table. Lissa proceeded to straddle him, her generous breasts conveniently close to his face.
    ‘Mmm. So this is my feast?’ he asked, cupping her breast in his hand and flicking her strawberry-coloured nipple with his tongue.
    A mischievous smile lit her face. He was struck by how radiantly beautiful she was when she was playful. The spoiled princess was nowhere to be seen.
    ‘You can feast on whatever you want,’ she said, pushing a juicy grape into his mouth.
    He munched on the tart fruit then took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and pulling lightly on it with his teeth. She squirmed in his lap and gasped with pleasure. He released her nipple and grinned at her moue of disappointment.
    ‘Don’t stop,’ she pleaded.
    ‘But I need more sustenance.’
    She smiled wickedly and pushed another grape into his mouth. Again he swallowed the fruit then took her other breast into his mouth. Her breathing became more laboured as she squirmed even more in his lap.
    ‘I need even more,’ he said. Lifting her, he placed her on the table, amid the plates of food and bowls of fruit. ‘Lay back,’ he ordered. ‘Open yourself.’
    She giggled and did as he asked. Holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, he picked one and popped it into his mouth as he watched her pussy open to his gaze.
    Picking another, he pushed it into her. She laughed with delight as he pulled up the chair, sat and proceeded to feast on her. His tongue played with the grape in her cunt, teasing her. Then he bit on the fruit letting the pulp coat her lips. He licked her clean, his laugh tickling her as he licked. Lissa writhed and giggled on the table as he brought her closer and closer to release, only to stop and insert another grape.
    ‘You’re killing me,’ she wailed. ‘Put me out of my misery.’
    ‘With pleasure,’ he muttered, grape pulp running down his chin. He ran his tongue around her delicious clit then sucked her hard, vibrating his tongue against her. She tasted intoxicating; fruity and salty and earthy. Her hips bucked as she writhed on the table building inexorably to her release. As her clit pulsed in his mouth, she screamed.
    ‘Fuck me!’
    He stood and grabbed her legs, opening them wider, and thrust hard into her while her cunt still shuddered.
    ‘Oh, yes,’ she groaned. ‘That’s right.’ She threw her arms out, causing plates and bowls to clatter to the floor. ‘You feel so good.’
    He grinned down at her while he forced himself to still inside her.
    ‘So, I do what you command, My Lady. What else?’
    ‘Move,’ she demanded. ‘Let me feel you move.’
    ‘Like this?’
    He flexed his hips, starting a slow stroke of her pussy.
    ‘You are a devil,’ she laughed. ‘You know what I want.’
    He gripped her legs under the knees and surged into her, making the slap of flesh against flesh the only sound in the room. Staring down into her crystalline blue eyes, he forgot everything except the feel of her tight passage and the strange sensation that being here with her was his destiny, something he was meant to do. As he thrust into her, feeling the searing joy of his orgasm build within him, he let himself go, obliterating the pain and despair of The Pit.
    Slumping onto her, he nuzzled her breast. ‘I think grapes will always be my favourite fruit from now on.’

Chapter Three
    But in the end, he was still her slave. He still had