Slowly, I insert the cucumber into her tight sheath and stare, enamored by the expanding of her pink muscles. I halt the invasion about an inch in and lean closer to study the marvelous sight.
“This is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
My tongue briskly lashes her nub while I fuck her with the vegetable in short, controlled strokes, careful not to penetrate too deeply. She tries to twist away, but I wrap my left arm around her thigh, halting her progress.
“Dom, please! It’s too much!” she cries, peaking as spasms contort her body.
A cream and liquid secretion flows from her fluttering pussy.
“Divine,” I murmur, coating the cucumber in her delectable nectar and giving it to Pepper. “Prepare our lunch. Two steaks and ingredients to mix a salad are in the fridge.”
“Okay.” She moves to unstable legs and collects her clothing from the floor.
“Leave them off.”
She balks but drops the garments on the bed.
“Rare and bloody for me,” I say.
She nods in acknowledgment. “I have to use the bathroom first.”
“Hurry,” I gripe “I’m hungry.”
“Bossy,” she mumbles, disappearing into the bathroom.
“Damn right,” I call after her. “It’ll be better for you to remember that.”
A couple minutes later she emerges. “There’s no mirror.”
“If you had this face, you would avoid looking at your reflection too.”
“You’re still alive, and that’s what counts.”
“I beg to differ,” I say caustically.
“You’re not as hideous as you think.”
“My money is what women find attractive.”
“Not me.”
There’s such sincerity in her statement I almost believe her, but I’m no idiot. Women are treacherous, skilled in the power of seduction. A characteristic ingrained in their chromosomes at the time of conception. I will never allow a woman to play me again, especially not a twenty-year-old virgin. It’d be a cold day in Hell.
“Stop talking and cook my damn food.”
“I don’t appreciate how you speak to me,” she says in a cracked voice, unsure if she should defend herself but stands her ground nonetheless.
“Your virgin blood will be smeared on my dick in the next thirty seconds if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
She audibly gulps and hightails it to the kitchen. I avidly observe her from the bed as she sautés the ribeye in olive oil, butter, garlic, salt, pepper, and thyme, then chops the vegetables and other fixings for the tossed salad. Her shapely legs are fucking fantastic. And that ass, my God, it is exemplary. I should be jailed for the wicked things I intend to do to her. Pepper sets the table diligently.
“Lunch is ready,” she announces. “Can I get dressed now?”
“No.”
“I’m not comfortable eating naked.”
“Then watch me eat.” I stroll to the sink and wash my hands.
