Chapter Four

Ordeal by Breakfast

Tucker

Tucker had read once about medieval societies where convicted criminals were punished by various kinds of ridiculous ordeals. The one that always stuck in his mind was ordeal by cake , which seemed like the most preposterous penalty imaginable. How could anyone be chastened with cake? Yet somehow, it had been the genesis of that particular punishment. Staring into Ella’s aghast eyes at that moment, though, he realized his premise had been wrong. ‘Ordeal by cake’ was no longer the most bizarre. It had been overthrown by the penalty he was introducing— ordeal by breakfast .

Muffling his growing delight, he beckoned her toward him.

“Come on, little girl,” he chided. “The eggs will get cold.”

“Right.” As though his words had snapped her back to reality, she dashed back to the stove to tend to the breakfast. “On it, sir.”

Her hurried pace created a wonderful resonance that traveled over her breasts and ass, entertaining him as he watched her conclude the preparations.

“How are things?” he asked, watching her return the eggs to the heat and check the toast.

It was interesting to watch his little girl at work for a change. So far, during their time together, it had always been him laboring for her, either because he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t flee or because she didn’t seem capable of completing tasks like chopping wood or navigating through the forest. It meant this new version of Ella—the woman willing to not only submit to him but take on the challenges he presented her with—was even more stimulating to behold.

“Nearly ready, sir.”

She heaped scrambled eggs onto the toasted, buttered bread in the middle of one of the plates and lifted the ensemble for his approval. She seemed proud of her effort as she carried the meal to his place at the table.

“Smells good, little girl.” He patted her pert behind as he followed behind her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Placing the plate down, she wrung her hands out in front of her. “It’s good to cook for you, sir. I’ve never got to before.”

“I was just thinking the same.” He threw her a wink as he took his seat at the table.

“Well…” She pulled in a breath. “Please, tuck in.”

He sliced into his toast, watching her rush back to the stove. All things considered, she seemed to be taking the news of her impending rebuke quite well. Her initial shock apparently over, she seemed reasonably assured as she piled the remaining egg onto the second plate.

“Where’s your toast, little girl?” He noticed the way she’d not placed the final toasted slice of bread alongside her scrambled eggs.

“Oh, I don’t need toast, sir.” Her voice was airy as she turned back to respond to him. “I’m happy with only the egg.”

“I don’t think so.” His voice was even. “You need energy, little girl, and that means bread.”

“But…” She hesitated as though she understood what her protest would earn her.

“But what?”

“I…” She glanced down at her plate. “How can I eat the bread without a knife and fork, sir?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s on your mind?” He’d thought as much.

The delectable mental image of what he demanded of her bubbled in his mind, making it difficult to think straight. He couldn’t wait to see her on her knees in the kitchen, and it would be even sweeter to watch her struggle with her breakfast.

“I suggest you cut the bread into small, bite-sized pieces and mix it with the egg.” He forked another piece of scrambled egg into his mouth for effect, reinforcing how he could use cutlery while she was forbidden to.

Life had never been sweeter.

“You’re really going to make me do this?” Catching the corner of her lower lip between her white teeth, she looked suddenly nervous.

“ This is your punishment,” he reminded her. “So, yes, I am.”

“Oh.” She exhaled as she swiveled back to the counter and followed his advice. He enjoyed the quiver in her backside as she divided the toast into numerous, tinier pieces.

“This breakfast is good, little girl.” He moved another portion of egg around his plate, waiting for her to bring hers over to him. “You should make eggs for us more often.”

“Er, thank you.” She shifted to his side, holding her plate.

“Go on then.” He gestured to the tiles at her feet. “Get down there and eat.”

“Sir!” She was practically cringing as she let out a sigh. “I don’t want to do this!”

“Good.” He slid the belt of his robe from his middle and shrugged out of the sleeves. “That’s how I know it’s a decent punishment.”

“But,” she tried again. “I only—”

“Save your excuses.” He cut her off with a hard stare as he rose and draped his robe on the ground. “We both know what you did. I’m offering you my robe to kneel on as a mark of kindness, little girl, but those are my terms. I suggest you take them.”

“Okay.” She pressed her lips into a hard line at his terse tone, lowering to place her plate in front of his robe.

“Okay, what?” He grabbed her wrist and jerked her toward him, gleeful at the yelp that escaped her throat.

“Okay, sir!” She eyed him accusingly, although the recriminations didn’t dare make it to her lips.

“Turn around.” Evidently, he’d been too kind to his little girl of late. Her petulant performance suggested a punishment of this nature was overdue.

“Wh—” She bit back whatever inane query was about to leave her mouth, her brows knitting as she did as she was told.

“Better,” he encouraged, smacking her alluring ass when she’d settled into place. “I’m going to help you get into position. Hands behind your back.”

She glanced back reflexively as she complied, her stare grazing over his growing erection before it landed on his robe’s belt.

“That’s right.” He could guess what she was thinking. “I’m going to bind you while you eat.”

“But sir!” she pleaded in the same grating tone that reminded him of a spoiled teenager. “I don’t know if I can manage without my hands.”

“You’re young and strong.” Winding the belt around and between her wrists, he ensured she had no choice. “You’ll be fine, little girl.”

Lifting the binds an inch, he offered both enticing cheeks another smack, enjoying the noise of the impacts as they reverberated around the large room.

“Now, get down there.” His gaze fell to her plate of cooling egg and bread. “I want to see you with your face in that food.”

He might have taken umbrage with the withering look she threw him had her flaming embarrassment not risen to save her. Ella looked utterly adorable as she lowered to her knees on his outstretched robe.

“Go on.” Taking his seat, his attention fleetingly returned to the remaining food on his plate. Collecting the penultimate fork of egg, he held his breath as she settled into place and slowly lowered the top half of her body in the plate’s direction.

“Eat.” He slipped the fork into his mouth, painfully excited as she attempted her first bite.

She sucked the first piece of egg past her lips, her hair falling forward as she tried to reconcile what was happening.

“Wonderful,” he cooed, concluding his final mouthful. “Keep going, and as you chase your food around the plate, remember why you’re down there in the first place.”

“Yes, sir.” Her head fell as she nibbled at one of the squares of toast she’d cut up. Based on how her long, damp hair draped in the egg, he reasoned that he’d need to wash her hair again once her intoxicating ordeal was over.

“Tell me why.” He placed his knife and fork down before turning his chair to get a better view of the show. She looked electrifying as she lapped at the scrambled egg, her concentration drilling into the plate in what he assumed was an attempt to avoid his insistent stare.

“Ella.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, smiling as she jumped at his deeper tone.

“I came without your permission, sir.” Her face hovered over the plate, her eyes squeezed closed at her obvious shame.

Tucker didn’t know why she was so mortified, though. He could hardly recall a time she’d looked better.

“Yes,” he concurred. “But worse than that, you came before I did, little girl, when we’d already agreed that you’d wait for my pleasure.”

She heaved in a breath. “Yes, sir.”

“And you concur that this was our agreement?” He was loving every bloody minute of her torment. Seeing her there struggling over the plate was so exquisite that he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t thought of the idea before.

“Yes, sir.” She edged closer to the egg, her thighs no doubt taking the brunt of her weight as she readied herself.

“Good.” He was happy she hadn’t dared to try to justify her unwarranted pleasure. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t warned her what the outcome of her impetuousness would be. His little girl had wandered into this onslaught with her eyes wide open.

“Get your face right down in the food.” Stroking his swelling shaft, he wanted to cheer as she reluctantly obeyed. “That’s it.” Christ, she was gorgeous. “I want every piece of egg and toast eaten.”

A groaned whimper left her lips as she moved to comply, the noise ballooning his need. He reveled in her denigration as the meal continued at the same torturous pace. Her knees were wide as she balanced over the plate, and her breasts were squashed against his robe as she chased the final pieces of toast around the plate.

Her anguish was obvious as her meal drew to a close, but by the time her plate was clean, Tucker was so horny at her humiliation, he was close to yet another climax.

“It’s done, sir.” She sounded on the verge of tears as she rose unsteadily on her knees. Her gaze was glued to the plate as she waited on his verdict.

“Come here.” He beckoned her over with one finger, noting how she still didn’t lift her gaze to meet his. Never mind. He’d still take the moment to relish her accomplishment. “Turn around and press your face into the tiles, little girl. Don’t worry, your cheeks look so red and hot, you’ll probably appreciate them. I want to see your ass.”

Her panting gasps filled the strained silence as she shuffled to meet his demand. Once she was safely in position, he skimmed a fingertip over the crest of her delicious ass cheeks and down to her pussy. From this angle, her sex was exposed and vulnerable, but she only mewled as he brushed two digits over her wet lips.

“You are so fucking horny.” Even Tucker couldn’t believe how aroused the degrading meal had gotten her. He definitely wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed it. “So, you liked your breakfast, after all?”

That was an understatement.

“No, sir.” She sniffed from the floor.

“Well, your body begs to differ, little girl.” He chuckled as he slid to his knees behind her. “And you can count on one thing. From now on, you’ll earn your place at my table, which means that all misdemeanors will see you eating this way again.”

She groaned as he pushed his fingers inside her.

“That’s it.” He couldn’t wait to bury his dick into her wet channel. “Based on how naughty you are, little girl, I have no doubt that you’ll be eating this way again before too long.”