Passive Voice, Decadence

Laughter saturated the softly lit room as a blind folded slave was laid out on the table. He was deliciously covered with golden honey powder. So young, sweet, succulent, heated and heavy with desire, the perfect dessert to end all desserts.  A multitude of berries were strewn all over his body. Sweet creams had been poured down his taught stomach and drizzling between his legs.  And to top this dessert off, his massive cock was dipped with layers of hard chocolate.

One huge chocolate laden berry was placed in his mouth with a command to not bite down.  There had better not be any teeth marks in the chocolate or else.  His lovely muscles jumped with each caress and lick, the guests admired this decoration. Champaign flowed freely with amused conversation floating around him.    The cabal had a fabulous last year.

I licked my lips and so wanted to more than just nibble the chocolate.  I wanted to bite down and take a chunk out of him.  Bending down, I scrapped my teeth over his shiny nipple ring. I tasted honey, metal and masculine flesh.

A nearby sister grinned at my daring.

“Delicious.” I grinned back.

She gasped smacking my arm, “You are so bad, Lana.”

“I do my best.” I boldly dipped a strawberry into the cream around his navel and bit into its juicy core.  Curiosity filled me at his reaction to my barest touch.  I raised an arched brow at my fellow sister.  “He’s so very responsive, so why would she display him?  Is she planning on auctioning him off tonight?” 

Meredith sighed and licked her fingers. “He’s being punished tonight for disobeying. Christine told me that he’s hard to break.” She raised a brow back at me. “You love challenges. So are you interested? Hmmm.”

I smiled wickedly, my mind racing with ideas. “It’s been a while since I’ve broke a slave but I’m always up for a challenge.” I grabbed his cock and squeezed firmly, he trembled, his muscles contracted as he tried hard not to cry out or bite down. The chocolate coating cracked under the pressure of my grip.  A piece fell into the cream and I fished it out, letting it melt in my mouth.

I heard a giggle behind my back. “Ain’t he delish?” As I turned around Christine hugged me, throwing air kisses at Meredith, and caressed her slave’s leg, picking up a piece of the chocolate. “You just couldn’t stay away from the chocolate.”

“I know. But you had to serve my favorite dessert.  I just couldn’t resist.”  I hugged her back.    She smelled sweetly of jasmine which reminded me of Daniel. 

“How is he?”  I had to ask even though I acted like it didn’t matter one way or another. 

“He’s good, Lana.  Stop worrying so.”  Christine sighed.  “You mother hen too much, girl.” 

I nodded and let it go.  There was sweeter meat to eat up.  I ran my hand up his inner thigh and lightly brushed his balls.    Christine wrapped her hands around my waist.    I could feel her breath in my ear. 

“Do you want him?”

“Yes, Mother Christine.” 

“Then he’s yours.” 

Meredith whispered, “Oh my, Merry Christmas to you, sister.  I am jealous.  Mother never treats me that good.”  She pouted with a smile.  Christine playfully reached out and pinched her nipple, giving it a good twist. 

“You are just way too naughty, my girl.” 

“I’ll send him to you tonight, Lana.”    Her hand patted my butt as she moved away to mingle with her guests.