Sexy Domination by Lady Luci - The Gourmet

Lady Luci's eyes danced with amusement as she surveyed her slave's eager expression. This was going to be a most delightful evening indeed. Her submissive had requested the finest of caviar served with the most exquisite champagne, and Luci had obliged. Dinner was served temptingly before her, a feast for the senses that would leave even the most discerning gourmet drooling in anticipation.

As Luci watched her slave's eyes widen at the sumptuous spread, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Aren't you going to try any of that?" she purred, her tone laced with an undercurrent of danger that sent shivers down her slave's spine. "Perhaps you've lost your appetite?"

With a flick of her wrist, Luci snagged the bar of high-end soap from atop the vanity and hurled it at her slave. It crashed into his chest, sending him stumbling backward, a look of shock and arousal on his face. "That's right," she hissed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You always forget, don't you? With Lady Luci, you eat what's put before you. Without exception."

Stepping forward, Luci unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red silk around her feet. She was naked beneath, her body flawless and untouched. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, the nipples standing at attention against her alabaster skin. As her slave's gaze flicked down between her thighs, Luci knew that he could see the moisture pooling there, waiting for his tongue. She was going to enjoy this meal immensely.

"Now," she said, planting one hand on her hip and pointing imperiously with the other. "Tonight, you will have caviar. And you will enjoy every bite." She paused, brows raised in expectation. "If you please your mistress." His eyes flicked back up to hers, filled with the mix of fear and desire that she loved to see. "And if you do not?" she purred, the true threat behind her words clear in the way they vibrated against his skin.

With trembling hands, the slave reached for the caviar. He had misjudged this meal, thinking it would be a simple indulgence. But with Lady Luci, everything was a test, a game of power and submission. As he opened his mouth to accept the first morsel, he knew that he was about to taste something truly exquisite...as well as the copper tang of his own fear, mixed in for good measure.

Luci followed his every move, her eyes never leaving his face. She watched as he closed his lips around the dark, shimmering morsel, feeling his breath brush against her skin as he ate. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the edge of the tub, propping her leg up onto the counter next to him. "Taste it," she breathed, her fingers trailing teasingly along his lips. "And tell me how it makes you feel."

Her slave swallowed, eyes locked on hers as he tingled with anticipation. "It's...intense," he finally whispered, his heart hammering against his chest. "Rich and smooth, with a hint of salt." He fought back a shudder, knowing that there was more to this meal than mere taste. As if reading his thoughts, Luci reached down between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his achingly hard cock. She squeezed gently, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through him. "Now let's see how well you can handle the champagne."

With trembling hands, he poured two flutes full, his breath coming faster as he anticipated the inevitable. Lady Luci didn't disappoint. Taking one of the glasses from his shaking fingers, she raised it to his lips, her gaze never leaving his eyes. "Drink," she purred, her hot breath fanning across his face. "And tell me what you taste."

His own willpower seemed to desert him as he sipped, feeling the bubbles dance against his tongue. "It's...intoxicating," he managed, his voice cracking slightly. "Sharp and effervescent, but with a sweet undertone." He closed his eyes, feeling the world spin around him as the champagne coursed through his veins. "It's like...like a drug."

Luci smiled, her lips curving in a predatory smile. "That's the idea," she whispered, taking the other glass from him and pushing him onto his knees at her feet. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest, his desire thick in the air. "Now," she purred, leaning back against the vanity. "Show me how much you really want this."

With trembling hands, the slave reached up, his fingers shaking as he slowly slipped her panties to the side. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his lips to her thigh, tasting the salt of her desire mixed with the rich, earthy flavor of her skin. As he continued, tongue darting out to explore every inch of her, Luci closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. This was what she lived for - the power, the control, the pure, unadulterated bliss of it all.

As she felt his tongue slide between her lips, bathing her clit in warm, wet kisses, Luci knew that this was going to be a meal to remember. It always was, with her slave. And as he feasted on her, she couldn't help but wonder...what delicacy would she offer him next? The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she smiled to herself, already imagining the look of need and desire in his eyes as he took her final offering. For now, though, she savored the taste of him, the feel of his lips on her skin, the way he gave himself over to her completely. It was a heady sensation, one she wouldn't soon forget.

"Mmm," she hummed, her hand stroking his hair affectionately. "That's a good boy. Now, why don't you clean up a bit before we move on to dessert?" She watched as he stood up, brushing the last traces of her off his lips before stepping back to kneel at her feet once more. "Don't worry," she purred, running her finger along his jaw. "I'll help you clean up."

And with that tantalizing promise, she led him off to whatever exquisite delight she had planned next.