She does her best to lie still, making sure that her breathing stays shallow as he decorates her breasts and ribcage with chocolate and strawberries. She bites her lip, a slow flush spreading across her cheeks and chest. She shifts her hips a little against the table top, aware of just how wet she is.

"Sir, no, Sir," she says, teasing, smiling, the slices of strawberry balanced against her nipples trembling with every rise and fall of her ribcage.