Nyotaimori

"Oopsie, I seem to have had an accident. Clumsy me." I say with a thick layer of bad acting.

We're in His kitchen, it's small and cozy--ideal for an intimate dinner. There's a nice big window at the sink which during the day brings in so much light, but right now, at night, we rely on the dimmed lighting of the small hanging fixture in the center of the room. The cabinets are white, paired with black marble counters and stainless-steel appliances. It's a vintage space, built back in the 60s', but He recently updated and repainted the space to look more modern and fresh.

The counter forms an L shape, starting with the refrigerator on one wall and ending with the stove and over-range microwave on the adjacent one. Sir is currently standing at the sink, next to the fridge, unpacking the bags of containers with the sushi we ordered. I'm at the table and chairs on the opposite side of the room, arranging a nice setup for our meal. Placing share plates in front of both chairs, I add small dishes just above each one for soy, and a chopstick rest beside those. As I was about to fill the small dishes with the sauce, I had a clumsy moment and spilled some on my hand.

His hand hovers just above the first piece of sashimi, ready to place it on the ceramic ridged platter from the to-go containers of our delivery order, but at my words, He pauses and turns to face me instead. His eyes search for my little accident, but they stutter on my chest for a moment, before finally noticing the dab of soy sauce on my hand. A mischievous smirk dimples my cheeks when an idea hits me, and I take the soy sauce bottle I'm holding, dripping a line down my chest and adding to the mess I've made.

"Oh my. I hope I don't get this stained."

I'm wearing a flimsy top, its cheap polyester cotton, and a there's print of some renaissance painting of cupids flying with their arrows of love, from a romantasy-core store online. For five bucks I can replace it easily, I don't really care. I only like it because it's cute, romantic, thin and textured to stimulate my breasts. And tonight, Sir told me to wear whatever stimulates me most. It's a sensual, aphrodisiac kind of date night with sushi, sake, and what I call "Nerdy Woo Time"--basically fucking like rabbits while a sci fi movie plays in the background, tonight's movie, Howard the Duck.

I'm dressed in loose, barely there clothing, cheap polyester and Lycra because I like how they feel against my naked skin as I abstained from a bra and panties, per Sir's instruction. It wasn't a scene or anything, more like a lazy night of feasting on one another, helping each other in some self-care. So, with one hand I grab the bottom of my top and lift it easily over my head, my naked breasts bouncing out as I do. I'm large chested and they have a decent jiggle to them. Because I liked the look of His mouth earlier when He tasted our food as He first opened one of the containers, and wanted to be tasted myself, I dribble again, and it beads off the tips of each of my nipples.

"Well, holy hell, I am just too clumsy for my own good, whatever will I do with myself?"

He says nothing, but His eyes are glued to my tits with this expression that tells me He's deciding something. I just don't know what. It's a little scary, because part of me wonders if I've annoyed Him, and part of me also wonders if He's thinking about punishing me. I would love that. I'm not really the sensual type, so I don't know how this is going. Did I turn Him on? Am I charming Him? I like teasing and seducing, but I also really like to have fun and be goofy and cute too, so I'm the weird kind of seductress that isn't always sexy. But He seems to maybe enjoy it, so I keep going. I take a finger and catch a drip off my own nipple, then suck the sauce off my finger.

"Mmm, think I taste better than the salmon. Wanna find out?" I lift more sauce off my nipple and hold my hand to Him in offer. He grabs my hand as He steps into me and sucks my whole finger into His mouth. What is it about men's mouths sucking on me, it just makes me so fucking wet.

"Is my little pet needy?" He asks.

"Nuh uh, I'm a mature, classy girl who has perfect self-control. I must be possessed."

"Oh really? Possessed by what, a succubus or maybe the ghost of Aphrodite herself?"

"Definitely demonic, she likes it rough and insatiable, I'm just her bestie meatsuit, supporting her every whim. I'm the sweetheart really, it's her that's the ravenous sex monster and she's so hungry." I insist with a cute flirty smile.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. And look how dirty she got you, now we gotta clean you up." He leans in and gently sucks my nipple into His mouth. "Mmmm" I like that. I feel His tongue swirl around my bead, His teeth clamping down and His cheeks hollowing, sucking while His hand creeps up and grasps my other tit in His palm, making sure to bypass the spilled soy. He then switches and palms my now clean breast, as He continues to tidy up the other one with His mouth. This is what gave Him the idea in the first place, I think...

He pulls my skirt down my legs, happy to find my shaved pussy ready for His use.

"Mmm, good girl." He growls as His hands go to my hips and He guides me to the center of the His living room, ditching the table all together. The room is just as cozy, lit by the candles already flickering and the glow from the kitchen. There's a loveseat in the center and a lounge chair next to it, both grey and fluffy and covered in blankets and pillows for the movie we plan to not watch later. He tells me to wait and quickly grabs a blanket, placing it down before He then helps me down to lay on the center of the blanket.

"Lay down flat, lil demon slut, I have an idea."

I watch Him move around and arrange things differently than what we had planned. He goes to the kitchen counter, opening the white and red containers of different sashimi--salmon, tuna, and scallops. My favorite. It's a small dinner; we had a late lunch earlier, so this is more like snacking. Instead of placing the slices onto the ceramic platter he had ready and to the side, he brings the containers to where I now lie and arranges the slices along my body, one by one. Their a bit cold, and silky, but I feel like a decadent work of art, so I don't mind.

The scallops were fanned over my pussy, some daikon piled in little bunches on each hip bone. He places the tuna along my sternum, with some pieces of tuna mixed with salmon fanned around each nipple. And finally, the remaining salmon is nestled along my collarbone. With wasabi left in two small beads on the tips of my nipples, the heat of the paste causing them to tingle. I struggle to stay still; the delicate work He creates before Him turning me into a ball of high need and excitement for what's next.

Once He likes how everything is placed, He removes the containers and returns with a small dish of soy and a pair of chopsticks. Picking up a slice of salmon at the center of my collarbone, He dips it in the soy and then brings it to my lips,

"If eating this way becomes a problem let me know." He says and I nod, then I open my mouth, and He feeds me. When I really like what I'm eating I often dance and hum in my seat. I can't move much, or I'll ruin dinner, but I can't help the hum that leaves my lips. His eyes watch them, then He leans in and kisses me as I'm swallowing my bite. He leans back and turn to pick up another slice, dips it, then feeds Himself.

"If my body is your plate, then your tongue should be all the chopsticks you need, or do you not have that much mastery over those muscles?" I tease and He gives me a dark answering look. Tossing His sticks aside Sir leans in to lick the part of my collarbone so far uncovered by the two slices we've already eaten. Once He reaches for the next piece, He picks it up with his lips than slides over mine and kisses me, slipping the slice to me before going back for His own piece. I didn't think that fully out at first, that by challenging Him about the sticks, it meant He'd have to then feed me like a bird feeding its young, but this was something not avian like. It was hot, sexy, and I wanted more. So, I banish the funny picture in my head and focus on the sexy one actually happening over me.

Once the pieces on my collarbone are gone, He trails His wet tongue slowly down to my sternum where slices of tuna await. He kisses my body once there, and then I feel His hands join in to caress my legs, moving up, up, up to my favorite spot. He continues to kiss me slowly, passionately along my sternum around the tuna. His fingers inching closer to my slit just as he leans in and sucks up the wasabi on my nipples leaving them tingling and so much more beaded than before. He then kisses me, his spicy breath and tongue sharing in the heat of the moment. The tease is so great that I wiggle to the pulse of desire inside me, but I'm covered in sushi, so I'm not surprised when I feel His hands shift to holding me still in a vice grip.

"Shhhh, keep still. You only get dessert once the plate is clean." He continues to feed me, one slice at a time, eating His own pieces between each of mine. When He uncovers my breasts, I'm so hot for his touch that I actually cum a little when He pinches my nipples and sucks them into His soft mouth again.

When He finally reaches the scallops resting along my pussy, He sucks and bites my inner thighs, going excruciatingly slow here, He acts as if these pieces are the most decadent when picking them up with His lips, dipping them in soy, and bringing them to my lips. With every drop of soy He spills on my skin, He stops to lick and suck it up. As the last piece is consumed, I'm a wet and needy mess and He is so hard He can't help but hold Himself to have some level of relief.

"That was the best meal I've ever had."

"Then why don't you get undressed and bury yourself in your dessert too?" I say.

He smiles, removes His clothes, then climbs onto the table over me, slipping His cock into my cunt and fucking my already sticky body into an even stickier state. Afterwards we lay together in his bathtub as He cleans me, only to then watch me as I ride him hard, the splashes be damned.