Breakfast in Bed …

I was awoken by a kiss in the morning. Opening my eyes, I saw Marcus crouched by the bed.
“Good morning,” he whispered. “Happy birthday.”
“Good morning,” I replied, stretching. “Thank you.”
As he stood up, I started to giggle. He was naked, apart from a black bow tie and white cuffs; he was holding a notepad and pen.
“What would madam like for breakfast?” he asked in a plummy voice.
“Oh, Marcus! You,” I said, reaching out to grab him. He stepped back.
“I’m sorry madam, I’m not on the menu. At least, not until I’m off duty.”
I was trying not to laugh.
“What would you recommend?”
“I thought perhaps some fruit, coffee, and a bacon sandwich, madam.”
“Ooh, sounds perfect, thank you.”
“Very well, madam, I’ll prepare it. In the meantime, a strange man asked me to give you these.”
He picked up three or four presents, handed them to me, and left the room. I turned down the duvet, rearranged the pillows, and sat up. I was happy. I’d had a good night, which got better when I got home, and, well … it was my birthday. I picked up the first present and opened it. A silver torc-style bracelet with art nouveau decoration; I remembered us looking at it somewhere, couldn’t remember where. I put it on. Marcus returned with a bowl of fruit pieces and some coffee.
“This is beautiful,” I said. “Thank you.”
“I’ll let the strange man know, madam. Your bacon sandwich will be ready in a few moments.”
I opened a second present. A ring to match the bracelet. I put that on as well. The third present was a matching necklace. That went on too. I could smell bacon now, and Marcus came in with a stacked plate.
“Well, how do I look?” I asked.
“Beautiful. But … something missing …”
“What?”
He threw something in the air, and I saw petals floating down all over me and the bed. I laughed as they fell.
“I know it’s a cliché, but I couldn’t think of anything better.”
“It’s perfect. I love these,” I said, touching the necklace. “Thank you.”
He sat on the bed at my side, and we ate our bacon butties while they were still warm. He gave me another present. A bottle of edible massage oil.
“How about I give you a nice warm bath, then we try it out. And as it’s edible …”
Over the next hour or so he pampered me; gently bathing me, giving me a sensual massage, and then slowly licking me all over, finally taking me over the peak. When he’d finished, I felt wonderful. He was lying between my legs, looking up at me. As he sat up, I saw his rigid cock.
“You now,” I said.
“No,” he replied. “That’ll wait.”
“Whose birthday is it?”
“Yours.”
“And don’t I get what I want today?”
That wicked grin flashed across his face.
“For now.”
I shrieked as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down the bed on my back, petals flying everywhere. I ended up with my bum virtually hanging over the edge and my legs spread. He knelt between them and we returned to the peak together.