He waited nervously, wondering what she was doing, until he saw her return with a tray of food.He waited nervously, wondering what she was doing, until he saw her return with a tray of food. The aroma tantalized him, and he remembered that he had not eaten before coming there. His stomach awoke, and he stared at the tray with ob- vious hunger, hunger that his Lady saw. "Would you like some?" she asked, taking a small piece of meat from the tray, a piece which dripped with juices, and putting it with very deliberate movements into her mouth. He started to say yes, but re- membered her injunction against talking and only nodded, his eyes riveted to the tray. "Very well." She walked toward him and sat on the edge of the bed to his left, placing the tray next to her. On it, he saw all sorts of delicious things, each cut into pieces. There were meats of all textures, crisp-looking vegetables of every color under any sun, and pieces of fruit that glistened with sweet- ness, as well as a number of delicacies which he had never seen be- fore. Saying nothing, his Lady picked up a piece of tender meat and held it to his eager mouth. Saying nothing, he opened his lips and took it, feeling the rich juices of the flesh coat his throat. With a feeling of great satisfaction and great awakening of hunger, he swallowed, closing his eyes in pleasure. When he opened them, he saw that she had taken another piece and held it out for him. He took it from her again, languidly sucking the meat's juices from her fingers. Over and over she held out some tasty morsel for him, and over and over he wished he had the power to thank her for doing so. The melon, however, she saved for last. Holding his gaze with hers, she picked up a royal blue piece and ran it sensuously down his back, leaving a sticky trail of sweetness from the back of his neck to the base of his spine. |