84 The secret in the basement (2)

Warning: smut content.

The couch is large and comfortable, so I lie down and rest my head on a giant pillow. Alexander grabs a plate from the table and reaches me.

He passes an arm under my head, and I turn to the side to look at him. He leans the plate on the couch, just far enough so that I can't reach it.

I lift my head and glance at the content: grape.

«Alexander, can you put the plate closer?» I ask, blinking seductively.

«No,» he mutters, and he grabs my waist when I try to get up and reach it. «Down!»

I lie back on his chest and pout.

He can't just show food to this Duchess and then pretend she acts like a trained dog and waits patiently for his permission to eat.

«Here,» he whispers and feeds me a grape.

Needless to say, I accept the offer and munch in silence.

«Are you tired?» he whispers while reaching out for another grape.

«Not that much,» I answer and open my mouth to bite the fruit.