I’d forgot it all thanks to the masterful talents of Darren’s tongue.
Once I was clean, Darren disposed of the napkin and turned his attention back to
the tray.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Well, I just had my breakfast,” he said with a smirk. “It’s time you had yours.”
“Breakfast in bed, huh?”
“That’s right.”
Lifting the lid, my mouth instantly watered at the sight of scrambled eggs,
bacon, hash browns, French toast, and a small bowl of raspberries. There was also a
cup of green tea and a glass of orange juice. Darren speared a few scrambled eggs
with the fork and brought it over to my mouth.
“Open,” he said.
“Oh, come on! You don’t have to force feed me. I’ll eat, I promise,” I whined.
“Open. Your. Mouth,” he reiterated, that glare quickly becoming
uncompromising.
I sighed and finally opened my mouth to accept the eggs. I chewed quickly so I
could speak again.
“Do I have to be restrained to eat my breakfast?”
“I don’t know, do you?” Darren asked as he brought the fork speared with a
small cutout of French toast to my lips. I took it between my lips without
hesitation.
“I don’t think so,” I answered, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“If you can get through half of it, I’ll let you up.”
I sighed in defeat. It was the best I was going to get. So I opened my mouth to
accept the next several delicious bites without complaint. It didn’t take long before
I could feel myself getting full, but I wanted the fuck out of these bonds like now.
“Okay, I’m satisfied for now,” Darren declared and pulled his phone out of his
pocket to unlock my cuffs.
Sliding my arms down, I sat up, rolling my shoulders and stretching my arms
forward until my spine cracked. Darren popped a raspberry in his mouth and then
stood.
“I’m going to take a shower. When I get back, I expect everything to be gone,”
he ordered and then kissed me on top of the head before walking over toward the
bathroom.
“Everything?” I reiterated loud enough so he could hear me. I still had a lot of
work to do.
“Everything,” he answered and then shut the bathroom door behind him.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.
I finished off the bowl of raspberries easily enough, chomped down the last strip
of bacon, polished off the small portion of remaining scrambled eggs, but I was
seriously hitting the wall trying to finish the last bit of hash browns and two small
cut pieces of French toast. The stress of my captivity had been making my stomach
shrink since the beginning, and my time on the island with a broken jaw didn’t
help much. Darren was obviously trying to rectify that.
When he finally emerged from the shower fifteen minutes later, I still had the
French toast left. He walked over with a towel wrapped around his waist, water
droplets still fresh as they dripped down his chest. He smelled impeccable. He’d
shaved and combed his hair to the side so that it swept a little over his brow.
Goddamn.
He took one look at my plates and shook his head, turning and heading for the
walk-in closet. “Keep going,” he ordered.
I groaned, took a big breath, and shoved one of the pieces of French toast in my
mouth, chewing slowly and hoping I didn’t chuck everything back up. When Darren
came back out of the closet a few moments later, he was dressed in a thick black
turtleneck sweater and dark jeans with black leather dress shoes. I hated how easy
it was for him to look as sexy as he did all the time.
Darren came back around to where I was perched on the bed, my chin resting on
my knee as I finished chewing, and regarded my tray again. He picked up the fork,
speared the toast, and placed it in front of my lips. I groaned again.
“Come on,” Darren prompted.
I parted my lips and took the final piece in my mouth, chewing as slowly as
possible to keep everything down.
“Good girl,” he said and set the fork down. “Go freshen up and meet me
downstairs in fifteen minutes.” He headed for the door before ultimately turning
around for one last order. “Oh, and I want that orange juice gone, too,” he said and
then walked out the door.
I looked over at the orange juice and almost considered just pouring it down the
drain in the bathroom, but like my bedroom, I was sure cameras were installed in
here, too. I officially assumed now that no matter what I was doing or where I was,
someone was always watching me.
Getting up from the bed, I took a sip of the orange juice and headed into the
bathroom. I used the toilet, gave myself a better cleanup job after Darren’s wake-
up call this morning, washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth, and put my hair
up in a high ponytail. With only fifteen minutes, I didn’t have much time to style it.
Heading over to the walk-in, I put on a bra, a dark purple sweater dress with long
sleeves, and black fleece-lined leggings. I pulled on the comfy, warm
