Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“You cooked me dinner naked?” he barked. She could have burned her bare skin like that!
“Nope. I cooked you while fully dressed, then I stripped to get ready for when you came home.” She took hold of his hand and led him to the small dining table. “Sit.”
He sat, noticing that the table was set for one.
“Aren’t you eating?” he asked, not liking that. He needed to keep on top of her eating habits, or she tended to skip meals.
“Oh, I’m going to eat,” she purred, setting down his plate of food before getting onto her knees next to him. “I want to eat you.”
Ahh. He got it now. He hadn’t let her suck him off after that scene at the club, but he knew she wouldn’t wait much longer. But what she didn’t understand is that she didn’t get to set the narrative.
She wasn’t in charge.
“Did you eat some food?” He glanced over the spaghetti bolognaise and garlic bread.
Simple, but if done well, it tasted delicious.
“No.”
“No,” he growled. “Why not?”
“Too nervous. Please let me suck on you while you eat.”
“No.” He lifted her into his lap, ignoring her pout. “You’re going to eat with me and then if you’re a good girl, I might let you suck on me.”
“Really? Until you come?”
“We’ll see.”
“Please. Pretty please,” she begged.
“Eat.”
He fed her and himself.
“Is it good?” she asked once he was finished.
“Baby, this is fantastic. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed her lightly. Then he deepened the kiss.
“Good enough for you to let me make you come?” she asked eagerly.
He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the sofa. Then he sat with her on his lap, facing him. He undid the apron, pulling it off her. Then he cupped the side of her face. “When you’re sucking on me, who do you see?”
“Just you. Only you.”
“Do you think of him? Do you feel pressured? Do you zone out?”
“There’s no chance of zoning out when you keep stopping me to check in. I’d rather you just take control.”
“I know you would. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re having to do this. Like you’re being forced to.”
“But that’s not the way we are, the way we play, is it? Because if I ever don’t want to do something, I say my safeword.”
“Promise me you’ll say it,” he said firmly.
“I will. I promise.”
“Because if you don’t—”
“I’ll be in big trouble. I know,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes, making his face stern. “You sassing me, girl?”
She straightened. “No, Sir!”
“You better not be, because you know what happens to naughty girls in my kitchen. What happened to you the last time you were naughty in my kitchen?”
“I got spanked with a wooden spoon.”
“I am happy to go get that wooden spoon right now, missy.”
Her hands went behind to protect her bottom as she shook her head. “I don’t want you to spank me, Chef!”
“Then you’ll have to show me how sorry you are.” He grabbed one of those fluffy cushions and dropped it onto the floor between his feet.
She slid onto her knees in front of him.
Fuck. So damn hot.
“I’m really a good girl, Chef.”
He snorted. “Well, you need to show me that.” He took off his pants, drawing them and his boxers down. Then he stripped off his shirt.
Opal licked her lips as she took him in. “You are so damn hot.”
“Is that anyway to speak to your superior, girl?”
“Sorry, Chef!”
“I think I need that wooden spoon.”
“No, no, Chef! I’ll be a good girl.”
“Show me. Suck on my cock.”
God. She was so good at it. She took him deep and her mouth was so warm and hot.
Fucking heaven.
Reaching down, he drew her off his cock. Cupping her chin, he forced her to look up at him.
“Who are you sucking?”
“You, Chef.”
“Who, baby?”
“You, Renard.”
“Then get sucking again.”
She took him deep. And, holy fuck, it was all he could do not to come in her mouth then and there.
He closed his eyes for a moment to try and calm himself.
It didn’t work.
After checking in with her a few more times, he knew he couldn’t hold back and as much as he wanted to come in her pussy, he knew that she needed this.
Maybe they both did.
It was time that Stefan left her the fuck alone and if sucking him to completion helped with that . . . then he’d just have to be the sacrifice, wouldn’t he?
“Baby, baby. I’m going to come. Suck me down. That’s it. Fuck!” he groaned as he came.
Mind. Blown.
He wasn’t sure that he’d ever come so hard in his life, and he had to take some deep breaths to calm himself as she drew off his dick.
Reaching down, he lifted her onto his lap and grasped hold of her chin.
“Baby, you good?”