Spoon-fed Novels & Stories

He had to use some force and push the spoon into her mouth, all she needs to take is a couple spoonfuls to be all set. "Good job baby," James praises her, while she stuck her tongue out trying to get the rest of the food out, I went to get her a sippy cup with water to help her out.

Sorin responded. She put some in the spoon and fed it to Sorin. He had only taken a few spoons when he suddenly began to choke and gasp for breath!

Jamal quickly placed the bowl on the table and assisted me by propping the extra pillow behind my back, when he was sure my neck would not hurt he went back to his chair. “So the deal is my Queen, I would spoon-feed you and all I need from you is to open your beautiful mouth and swallow.” I tried to protest, but Jamal would not even listen to my reason. Looking in defeat I let him have his way, he sat on my bed edging closer to my face but keeping a good distance. “Now open your mouth, aah…” he said after blowing lightly on it. I opened my mouth slowly as he fed me carefully, the moment the warm soup filled my stomach I felt a lot better.

Adrian helped me up and sat into the chair at the small table. Sarin ate quickly to help me when Adrian pulled the bowl away from him holding out his hand demanding the spoon to feed me. Sarin gave him the spoon to feed me. Adrian made sure it was a small amount on the spoon. He was slow that enough that if it did start out of my mouth he caught it in time. Carden came barging into the room in mid-bite of the soup. Adrian looked at Carden then back to me and just went back to feeding me.

I pointed out, noticing there was only a small piece of cake left after my indulgence. "You can always spoon-feed us," Hayden suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his tone teasing yet assertive. Their unpredictability no longer surprised me. Spoon-feeding had become somewhat of a routine with them, albeit a rather unconventional one. Still, the thought of spoon-feeding two sophisticated billionaires like babies amused and bewildered me. "Well, we're waiting," Hayden urged, snapping me out of my reverie. With a mix of amusement and trepidation, I fed them the remaining cake, relishing the unusual scenario. As I was about to offer Hayden the last slice, my mom walked in, her express

I tried to bring the spoon to my mouth, but it was difficult. The soup was starting to spill over the edge of the spoon. I felt frustrated and my hands were shaking. I tried to calm myself and focus. Finally, I was able to bring the spoon to my mouth. I took a small sip of the soup. It was hot and delicious. It was the best thing I had ever tasted.

“So be good and let me take care of you.” Candice hesitated, then sighed softly and nodded. I brought the spoon to her lips, watching as she took a sip. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in seeing her allow me to take care of her like this. Slowly, carefully, I fed her, ensuring she didn’t have to strain herself. Neither of us spoke much—just the quiet sounds of the spoon clinking against the bowl, her soft breaths, and the warmth of the moment.

He ate silently, his gaze fixed downward, but he could feel Shawn's eyes on him the entire time. "Forget it," Shawn suddenly spoke, his tone soft but carrying an undeniable authority. "I'll feed you." He took the spoon, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, and held it out in front of Dean. Dean initially wanted to refuse, but the intensity of Shawn's gaze made it impossible to do so. After a moment of silence, he quietly parted his lips, allowing Shawn to feed him. One spoonful after another, Dean gradually found it easier to eat. When he glanced up, he noticed that Shawn still held the fork in his hand, yet hadn’t touched his own bowl. Unable to hold back, Dean finally spoke, his voice quiet

he said, i looked in the bowl to see oatmeal i reached out to pick the spoon trying to grip tightly to it since i couldn't properly use my hands yet but i dropped it to the floor. I hissed realizing how useless i am, my stomach groaned again, Seth picked up the spoon. "Your hands are still useless... " he puts the spoon away and went back to get another one. 'So he's going to eat my food? ' i thought to myself when he picks up the bowl and dives his spoon in. "Open your mouth." he ordered, i blinked twice nervously and confused. "What? " i startled. "Open your mouth before i change my mind." i slightly open my mouth as he feeds me a spoonful of the oat meal, i don't know why but it tasted so

Then I opened my mouth. His eyes softened. He raised the spoon to my lips carefully, steadily, and I let him. There was something almost funny about it . A grown woman being spoon_fed at a dining table in a penthouse . But I didn't have the energy to be proud about it. The food was warm and good and he didn't make me feel small for accepting it. After what he apparently considered sufficient baby treatment, he walked me to my room. He even offered to stay until I fell asleep, but I declined. He nodded, told me to rest well, and pulled the door shut behind him without a fuss.