He was propped up on his elbows. He held the little pie in front of his face.
“You take a bite when I tell you. Only when I tell you. Like this.” I squeezed a handful of his thigh. “You take a bite only then, you got it?” He nodded. His butt quivered as he moved.
“Yes, I understand.”
“And then you swallow when I do this.” I squeezed again. “If you have a mouthful, you swallow. Not until I signal. If you don’t have a mouthful, you take a bite.” I slapped his ass lightly, and he jumped. “Yes?” I asked.
“Yes! Yes,” he said, nodding vigorously enough to make his butt shimmy. “Yes, I understand.”
I lowered my face to his ass, and he shivered at the puff of my breath on his crack. I spread one cheek as I grasped the fold of thigh, ready to squeeze. “All right then,” I blew at his sphincter. “Bite.”