by Nikki Chase
“Two.”
I follow her up the stairs, slapping her ass when I catch up to her.
“Three.”
Sophia yanks open random drawers in the kitchen. She’s getting close to the right one, but she’s not quite there yet.
“Four.”
Sophia groans with frustration as drawers bang open loudly. Then, she cries out in triumph, “Found it!”
“Four and a half . . .”
She keeps her eyes on me as she hurriedly pulls out a black apron and puts it on herself. “Done!”
“Only because I gave you an extra count,” I remind her. “Take off your bra and panties, princess.”
A flirty smiles plays on her lips as she follows my directions. I watch as her tits jiggle free, my cock stirring in my pants again. Jesus, she makes me feel like a teenage boy with too many hormones raging in my system.
“Good girl.” I take long, sure strides toward Sophia.
She’s so much smaller than me and completely vulnerable. But she stares back at me without blinking as if challenging me to do my worst.
That’s something I’ve always liked about her. She’s tough. She has guts. Maybe that’s why she got picked on so much in high school—because she wasn’t afraid to stand out and stand up for herself even though she didn’t have a posse to summon.
That, and the fact that the most popular girl in school was jealous of her simply because her boyfriend liked to stare at her.
The thought makes me angry, but I can’t blame that boy for finding Sophia attractive because Jesus, just fucking look at her.
I grab her by her red hair and tilt her head up until she’s looking right into my eyes. I kiss her like I’m trying to claim her back. Back from that high school boy who had inadvertently made her life a living hell. Back from any other guy who has ever laid his eyes on her. Back from whoever fucking hurt her in the city.
She’s mine. I want everybody to know that. Including her.
“Secondly,” I say as I pull away from her, “you’re not allowed to touch yourself. You belong to me now, remember? You said so yourself.”
Sophia nods as she fights for air, her face flushed and her lips red from my kiss.
“Very good,” I tell her. “You are allowed to rub yourself against anything you want, though. A pillow . . . The furniture . . . Me . . .” I cock an eyebrow.
Sophia’s face grows redder but she continues to meet my gaze. I can tell she likes it.
“No complaints? Good. Now, make me some scrambled eggs.”
“That’s three, and you said you only had two conditions,” she says.
“That last one wasn’t a condition. It was a command. Besides, you must be hungry, too, aren’t you?”
Sophia nods.
“Good. I need you to be the one cooking because I’ll be busy staring at your ass.”
The edge of Sophia’s mouth twists up into a small smile.
“You’ll find eggs in the fridge,” I say as I let go of her hair and lift myself up to sit on the island countertop. “Don’t forget to close the drawers.”
Sophia says nothing, but she nods and pushes the drawers shut, grabbing a skillet from inside one of them.
When she turns around to put it on the stove and grab the ingredients from the fridge, I’m treated to a view of her firm, rounded ass cheeks below where the apron is tied around her waist.
I whistle in appreciation, and she just gives me a shy smile over her shoulder.
Sophia never says much when she’s following my commands. She’s fully immersed in her role as my sexual submissive. That doesn’t mean she’s just a passive participant, though.
While the oil heats up on the skillet, she re-opens the fridge a few times to grab things, bending over and pushing her ass back even when a simple reach would suffice. She glances back at me, smiling when she catches me watching with my jaw tight and my cock tenting my pants.
Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She pushes things around on the skillet with a spatula, her ass wiggling as she moves, and I can’t take it anymore. I unbutton my jeans and unzip, knowing she’s listening.
Sure enough, she looks over her shoulder just as I pull my cock, already hard as stone, out of my pants. I smirk as I wrap my fist around my shaft. Now she’s the one watching me, her tongue darting out to wet her juicy lips.
“You want it, princess?” I ask.
“Yes.” Sophia nods as she fully turns around, not taking her eyes off my cock. That hunger in her green eyes . . . God, I fucking love how the mere sight of cock is enough to turn her into a sexy siren.
“Then, be patient. You’re supposed to be cooking now, so pay attention to what’s happening behind you. You don’t want to burn the food and get punished, do you?”
“Maybe I do,” she challenges.
“Are you sure?” I raise an eyebrow. “If you burn the food, I won’t let you come all day. I won’t touch you or let you touch yourself. I’ll just let you suffer.”
“Fine,” she pouts as she turns back around.
I can’t help but smile. Hopping off the counter, I step closer until I’m right behind her. My knuckles rub against her ass cheek as I jerk myself off, and my hot, hard cock makes brief contact with her skin every once in a while. I rest my chin on her shoulder and lightly kiss her long, slender neck.
Sophia sighs as she raises her free hand and puts it on my head, pulling me closer. Her eyelids flutter close.
“Pay attention to what you’re doing, princess, or you’ll burn the food,” I remind her.
“I am,” she says, her eyes snapping open.
“Good.” I run my fingers up her inner thighs. I smile with satisfaction as I feel her muscles tense under my touch.
Sophia stabs her lower lip with her teeth in her attempt to maintain her focus on cooking. Her breathing grows labored.
I reach the top of her legs and graze a finger along her folds. I’m not surprised to feel her juices coating my finger.
“You’re so wet already,” I tell her.
It’s hard to ignore the subtle trembling of her body, or the throbbing in my own cock, but this will pay off when she loses her mind with desire. I put my finger against her plump lips.
“Taste yourself.” I press my cock against her ass as she parts her lips and obediently takes my finger inside. “I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth.”
“You can do it now,” Sophia says with my finger still jammed inside her mouth, muffling her voice.
“Not yet.” I pull my finger out of her and take a few steps back. Leaning against the counter, I put my cock back in my pants. “We both have to be patient, princess. We should eat first.”
“Fuck eating,” she says, glancing back at me.
“Such a dirty mouth.”
“Forget about eating. Fuck this dirty mouth.”
“I’d love to.” I smile. “But you don’t get to call the shots around here. I’ll do it when I want to. No sooner.”
Sophia turns off the stove. As she gets on her tippy toes to grab the plates on a high shelf, I notice her wetness dripping down her thighs.
Good.
I take my seat at the dinner table and gesture for Sophia to sit opposite me.
We eat the scrambled egg in silence. The sexual tension in the air is so thick neither one of us feels like making small talk. We just stare at each other as we chew on the food, both inwardly drooling over each other but holding ourselves back.
When I’m done, I lean back in my chair and watch her eat.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her.
She shifts in her chair right away, eager to comply.
“Are you dripping all over my furniture, princess?” I ask.
Sophia bites her lower lip. “Yes.”
“I thought so.” I put my bare foot up on her chair, right between her knees. Above the table, I beckon with my index finger. “Come closer.”
Sophia drags her chair forward, stopping when s
he notices me wincing at the sound of the legs scraping against the floor. She lifts the chair forward. When she sits back down, she finds my foot positioned between her thighs. She stares at me expectantly.
“Finish your food,” I tell her.
Sophia wolfs down what’s left on her plate, inhaling her food like a starved woman.
It’s not an easy feat when I’m also teasing her under the table, running my toes over her bare, sensitive skin. She keeps pausing to gasp, her body freezing as she grips her eating utensils hard. Eventually, though, she’s done.
“Good,” I praise her.
Sophia moans when I touch her wet folds under the table. Her eyebrows knit together as her jaw drops. Her hands grip the edge of the table like her life depends on it.
“Remember when I told you not to touch yourself?” I ask.
She nods.
“I also said you were allowed to rub yourself against . . . things,” I add.
“May I . . . May I do that against your foot?” she asks, dropping her gaze in submission.
A lopsided smile forms on my face as I feel her growing even wetter. She’s acting coy like I’m forcing her into it, but deep inside, she loves this kinky shit. I’ll bet no city boy could make her drip the way I do.
Tentatively, Sophia grabs my foot with both hands and plants it on the chair between her legs. Then, she scoots forward and starts grinding against me.
Maybe it’s depraved, what we’re doing. But judging by the sexy sighs and moans she’s making, Sophia is loving it. I pull out my cock and stroke myself to the same rhythm, both of us watching each other’s faces without actually seeing what we’re doing under the table.
We used to do these things back then, too. Perhaps this is my way of reclaiming her, of showing her what only I can do to her, of telling her she belongs with me and only with me.
Sophia picks up her speed, and I realize she’s reaching her peak. Abruptly, I pull my foot away.
Sophia’s jaw hangs open as she continues to breathe heavily. Her face is flushed and some of her red hair is sticking to her sweaty forehead. Her green eyes grow so desperate I think she may start to cry.
“Get up. Grab the back of the chair. Bend over.” My voice is hoarse and I can only form short sentences.
I’m suffering, too, while I’m torturing her. And, as much as I want this to last hours, I can’t take it anymore.
I walk slowly around the table and come up from behind her. As my hand keeps sliding up and down my shaft, I push the head of my cock inside Sophia’s soaked pussy.
She moans loudly, pushing her ass back against me. I should tell her to stay still; I should threaten to punish her; I should perhaps spank her for real.
But I just can’t wait anymore. Her body is begging me to pump into her and, fuck, I want the same thing, too.
I grab her hips and yank her flush to my body, sinking my cock inside her. There’s no time to marvel at the way her small body takes in my whole length in one go. Already sensitive from humping my foot, Sophia writhes on my cock, rocking her hips against me with abandon.
I thrust my cock in and out of her eager pussy, her muscles clenching and gripping my cock so hard I can’t help but let all the arousal I’ve been suppressing take over.
I grab Sophia’s hair and yank her head back, slamming into her again and again, unleashing my primal instincts on her.
I’m fucking her so hard and deep I’d worry about hurting her little body if she weren’t chanting, “Harder. Harder. Harder,” under her breath with every thrust.
As Sophia’s muscles tighten around me and milk me for all I’m worth, I thrust deeper, more violently, giving her what she wants, prolonging her ecstasy as I chase my own high.
The sight of her shaking wildly around my cock is just too fucking much. Her sweet, soaked pussy feels like a dream on my cock, hot and wet and so fucking tight.
I growl as my cock explodes deep within her, my balls blasting hot cum out the tip of my cock. I pull her hair as my other hand grips her hip hard.
She’s like a fucking drug. There’s not a single substance on earth that makes me lose my mind like this. And, just like a junkie, I don’t care what it takes for me to secure my next fix.
I’ll chase her to the city if I have to, or tie her to this dining chair so she can’t leave my side. All that matters is making her mine.
Sophia
When he’s spent, Eli leans down to wrap his arms around me as he catches his breath.
He’s like a different person right after sex. Sweet and affectionate.
Too bad this will have to end. I’ll miss this. I’ll miss him.
Eli kisses my shoulder softly. “I love you.”
There it is again. My lips can’t help but curl up into a smile, even as the darkness in my chest grows.
Time is ticking.
“It’s okay if you can’t say it back, you know,” Eli says as he strokes my hair. “I understand. I completely understand.”
Somehow, I doubt that he does.
“Maybe you have trouble trusting me, and I don’t blame you,” he says. “I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you, though.”
Yeah. He has no idea what he’ll have to give up to be with me.
I can’t. I can’t handle this sappy, melancholic mood.
I straighten my back and turn around to face Eli, his cock falling out of me and the silly apron forming a flimsy barrier between us. Already, it feels like I’m putting a little distance between us even though our arms are still wrapped around each other.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask. “Got any plans?”
If we only have a little time to spend together, we might as well fill that time with plenty of happy memories to look back to.
“Yeah. I have a plan for myself.” Eli grins.
“For yourself, huh? What about me?”
“I don’t know how you’re going to pass the time, but I’ll be fixing your car,” he says.
I frown. “You can fix my car?”
“Well, I haven’t taken a look at it, but unless we need new parts . . . Yeah, I should be able to.” Eli grins. “I did learn a thing or two while you were gone, you know.”
“You jerk,” I say playfully, lightly slapping him on his broad shoulder. “Why didn’t you say that from the start?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Eli gazes intently into my eyes. “I wanted to spend some time with you. Maybe it was wrong, but I liked the fact that you were basically trapped with me. I felt like you were going to run away otherwise.”
I laugh. “I probably was.”
“Uh-huh. I remember what happened in the cupcake shop.”
I groan.
“Don’t worry. I liked how you looked with frosting on your hair,” he teases.
“Yeah? Maybe I should start wearing my hair just like that on purpose.”
“You’ll be so popular at parties,” Eli says.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What kind of parties do you go to these days? Orgies where people lick frosting off one another?”
Eli widens his eyes with amusement. He taps his index finger on my forehead. “Get your mind out of the gutter, young woman. I was talking about kids’ birthday parties.” Speaking slowly like he’s addressing an idiot, he says, “Kids . . . Frosting . . . Get it?”
“Okay, okay.” I laugh. “So, you’re saying you’ve never been to an orgy?”
“Do you really see an orgy happening in Ashbourne?” Eli cocks an eyebrow.
“Hmm . . . I guess not.”
Eli stares at me quietly, making me feel self-conscious. He says, “I still can’t believe you’re here with me. I feel like you’ll disintegrate the moment I let go of you.”
I laugh nervously. “I won’t. I promise you . . . I’m real.”
“That’s exactly what a fake person would say.” Eli grins as he continues to stare at me. Finally, he lets out a big sigh and lets go of my waist. “Okay, I’ll have to get started soon if I want
to finish before dark. Are you going to be okay on your own in here?”
I give him a flat stare. “Eli. I’m a big girl. I’ve lived in the big city, all on my own. Give me some credit.”
He shrugs and gives me a desolate look as he crouches down by a cabinet to grab some tools. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d miss me or something. Guess I was wrong.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll miss you. I’ll join you, but I’ll have to put on some clothes first.” I laugh.
“You’d better. I don’t want anybody else seeing you like that. I don’t need the competition,” he says, pointing a metal wrench at me.
“I’d also freeze to death if I went out there in an apron.” I hold the hem of the piece of cloth between my thumb and index finger. It’s thin.
“Right. Yeah. That, too.” Eli grins when he notices me pouting. “I’m just kidding. You can stay here where it’s warm. I’ll let you know when the car’s fixed.”
“I’ll join you. I just need to check some emails first,” I say.
“Hmm . . . My busy corporate ladder climber.” Eli walks over and kisses me on the forehead. “Alright, see you later, princess.”
“Okay.”
I watch Eli’s broad back as he makes his way toward the door. With one hand, he carries a rusty metal toolbox. His stiff boots tap heavily against the floor with every step.
When Eli pulls the door open, some snow that has accumulated topples in. He turns to look at me, grinning. “There’s plenty of snow, still. We can make a snowman.”
“We might be too old for that.” I smile back at him. I remember how we spent another snowy day doing just that, a long time ago.
But that was then, and this is now.
Eli shrugs. “Just a suggestion.”
When he closes the door, I drag air into my constricted lungs and let it out. I had been keeping that big sigh inside me for hours.
Every gentle touch and every sweet word built up the pressure inside me, but I couldn’t let that show in front of Eli. Not if I want us to enjoy what little time we have.
I grab my phone, feeling like it’s been forever since I last checked it.
Contrary to what Eli thinks, I no longer try to climb the corporate ladder. I’m not even on it anymore.