(Lena POV) "Please, you may all eat," Damien said to everyone, and they dug in. "Now would you explain where my own plate is for food?" I asked, already suspecting his response, but it still came as a shock to me. "There would be no need for that, Lena; I'll be feeding you," he says. "I am very capable of eating by myself." "I know that." "Yet?" "Yet, I think it is sexy to see you eat from me." "When you say it, it sounds very different from just 'eating," I muttered, grateful for the conversation that had already begun on the dining table, even if I was sure some twisted people were still listening in—and yes, they were all twisted attendees. "What does it sound like?" he asked, and a small smirk formed on my lips. Two could play the game. "Something from my own sexual fantasies," I said, and that gave him a pause. The smirk on my lips grew wider. "And if I may know, what do your sexual fantasies entail?" "Me eating from you, of course, but in these fantasies, I am on my
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