he gently pushed another bite of cake into her mouth.

she had to take a moment to chew before she could say anything. "i think i've already had a lot..."

"is it too much?"

"well, like, it's just... i mean, it's a lot of sugar... like, a lot..."

"sweetheart," he said, his voice just a little bit more firm, "i only want you to stop me if you start to feel sick. if it stops being enjoyable. if you really think you can't have another bite. i said i would spoil you, didn't i? so, as long as it still tastes good... as long as it still feels good... i'm going to keep going. do you understand?"

her brain felt scrambled. she wasn't sure what to make of his insistence. it was sweet, but... she had to wonder exactly what he was thinking... what he was getting out of it.

"here," he said gently. "have some more..."

she tried to talk, but he tenderly pried her mouth open, giving her another bite.

"there's no need to say anything, dear," he murmured. "just grab my arm if you need to stop. and only if you need to. alright?"

she nodded.

"that's it," he purred. "just enjoy it. with each bite... you can relax a bit more... you can sink into that nice, satisfying feeling... you can feel more full... until all you want to do is sit back... and do nothing at all."

he was so close, he could probably hear her chewing, but it didn't seem to bother him. if anything, he seemed to like it...

it was embarrassing, but there was nothing she could do about it. she wasn't full yet, and it still tasted good, and it still felt nice... and now, she was starting to sink into trance with every bite.

"that's right," he cooed. "very good... just relax and enjoy it... you like being taken care of, don't you? you like being spoiled."

all of her apprehension was melting away. it was kind of nice...

"just remember this feeling... and you can feel this way every time you taste this... even from the smallest lick. it can feel so nice, and indulgent... every time i give this to you... you'll always accept it... you'll always let me spoil you... won't you, sweetheart?"

she nodded again, this time a bit more lazily.

"that's it... i think you deserve a treat for being so good, don't you?"

another bite. it did taste a little bit better when it felt like a reward... even though it was the same thing she had been eating the whole time.

"chew nice and slowly," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "savor it. alright?"

she did as he said. it felt like everything was slowing down. everything felt good, and looked good, and sounded good, and tasted good... it was almost overwhelming.

"it's alright to enjoy this... it's alright to want more... it's alright to indulge."

she wondered what exactly he was trying to convince her of... what he was trying to do to her.

but she found that it didn't really matter to her anymore... that it felt less important than listening and being rewarded. she felt herself absorbing every single feeling, every tastebud memorizing that moment, even her stomach holding on to those emotions.

"have you heard that eating chocolate can give you the feeling of being in love?" he asked. "i don't know how true that is... but, it's certainly possible for someone like you, isn't it? i only have to tell you to feel it... i only have to suggest it to you... and you'll feel it."

another bite. even the feeling of the food being slid into her mouth was nice.

it did feel like love. a lot of it... just a little too much. not to the point where it made her sick... just enough for her to feel that fullness. enough for it to feel like overindulgence.

he finally set down the fork, kissing her gently, licking her lips.

"you've eaten so much sugar now that you taste sweet, too..." he murmured. "you taste like love."

it was such a bizarre thing to hear, she might have laughed at it, if she didn't feel so full and fuzzy and sleepy. but in that moment, it just felt good.

"thank you," she said quietly.

"oh, of course," he whispered, gently caressing her stomach. "did you think i didn't really mean it when i said i would spoil you? did you think i didn't mean it when i told you that you deserved this? you're going to accept it, dear. you're going to accept all of it. until you're full and satisfied. and even just a bit more after that... as much as you can take."

it was almost like a threat, but it made her heart flutter.