CHAPTER5
Sophia
Ithought I loved cooking.
But, I love cooking for Chance a million times more.
He has an amazing set up here, but hardly an ingredients but I still manage to dance around and create two amazing small dishes for him. The generator is still on, so there’s minimal lighting but all the essentials still work.
The storm has passed, and the shutters are open and everywhere I look there is a view out to the dark ocean or the greenery surrounding the house. It’s paradise even in the dark of night.
I wiggled my ass and teased him while I cooked and I love the way he looks at me. I’m still sticky with his cum and my own but I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“It’s ready.” I announce, prouder and more nervous about what I cooked today than anything I’ve cooked for critics.
It’s like I can see us like this years in the future. Me cooking as he watches, making a home together.
He’s rough and demanding but also more aware than I would have ever expected. When I barely nicked my finger cutting up a lime, I thought he was going to have Lifeflight choppered in.
He wrapped it in so many bandages after peroxide and anti-bacterial cream I could barely hold the dang knife.
“Bring it here, baby.” He points to the long table in front of where he sits at the head. “I want you to feed me.”
“Really? Feed you?” I crinkle up my nose as I head toward him, holding a plate in each hand.
“You need another spanking to convince you to do as I say?”
I shake my head, but a tingle down low and a rush of warmth says otherwise.
“Sit.” He takes the plates from my hands and nods again to the table in front of him. “You, there, legs open.”
I open my mouth to question and protest but he shuts it down with just a look. My heart patters around in my chest as I swallow and climb oto the top of the wood table as he watches.
“Back up a little more. I want a better view.”
I wiggle my ass back and the flesh makes a little squeaking sound on the hard wood as my cheeks burn and I open my legs, sitting up straight feeling a mixture of silly and seductive.
“Good girl.” He says and those words go straight to my center melting me.
He sets the plates down side by side between my open legs then runs his hands up my calves.
“What do we have here?” He asks looking down at the plates then at my crotch licking his lips.
“Well, I make you a glazed orange chicken breast with sherried almonds and a white wine reduction. Then, here,” I point to the other plate, “I braised the pears from your tree outside with butter, lemon, some spices then I the centers, there is a mango chutney, again from your mango tree outside. Sweet and savory.”
He nods, his bare chest so beautiful it’s almost hard to look at. He hasn’t put a shirt on since he gave me his back at the hotel. Not that I mind.
At all.
“Sounds amazing, but you left something out.”
“What?” I look down at the plates.
“What else is here?”
I twist up my lips, trying to figure out what I missed when I look at his eyes and they are locked on my spread open pussy lips.
“Oh, that?” I tease on a shrug. “Just something I saved for you.”
He groans. “Fucking right you saved it for me, and what else? Who does it belong to?”
“You.” I answer a sureness in my voice that startles me. “All yours.”
“Good girl. Now feed me. And I’ll feed you. You’re going to need your strength because I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’re not going to walk right for a week.”