Kinky Alpha

Ethan worked my hair into a ponytail. “I love your hair, but I don’t want it to get in my way. I love watching your face.” He took a seat again, confusing me the more.

He offered me a slice of peach, I stared at the fruit then at him, a frowned appeared on my face.

“You will feed from my hands,” he said.

Leaning forward I sucked the fruit from his fingers trying not to touch his skin, Ethan laughed. “I wash my hands. You’re not going to get any diseases.” For several minutes he fed me different slices of fruit, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. The only attention he paid me was with the fruit he offered up.

Was i invisible?

Gripping the edge of my seat, I took more fruit. When the bowl was empty he buttered some toast and tore the bread apart. Again, i had to take the food from his fingers. Slowly, the anger started to ebb away to be replaced with comfort. I liked taking food from his offered hands. He was feeding me, caring for me.

When the food was all gone, Ethan took plent