Although he'd said as much already and she'd been encouraging him to finish plating the food and give it to her, Regina didn't tease or suggest his stupid was showing. No, the raw, naked need in his face had nothing in common with his tendency to babble, and it intrigued her.

It wasn't as though there'd been any shortage of sex for either of them the past month, and he'd been restrained and gentle before the food arrived. The only thing that had changed was him taking orders. He had told her repeatedly that he needed a leash; possibly he wanted one sometimes, as well.

"Vanilla's a mainstay. It complements both sweet and spicy." Pleased with both the text and the subtext there, she stroked his wrist again and then took the water glass without dropping his gaze. "But if you want something else, you can order it."