No, that wasn’t exactly true. I’d be made of stone if I’d forgotten what I had waiting for me when I got home. As the doors slid open, a rich scent met me, and I inhaled.
What is that? Chicken? Some sort of roast?
I followed my nostrils into the penthouse entrance hall, astonished by how different my home seemed now that it was infused with the fragrance of cooking. The carefully prepared meals I was presented with each night were seldom made on the premises, despite the fact that my kitchen had probably cost a million dollars to install. I dropped my briefcase in the hallway and sauntered toward the kitchen. And stopped dead.
Sasha was moving adeptly around the open-plan space, checking on saucepans and stirring as she worked. Stark naked. I fought back a chuckle.
Well, damn!
It was nice to see at least one person on the planet seemed to take my instructions seriously.
“Smells good,” I said, and she shrieked and dropped the spoon she was using.
“Oh!” she bent to retrieve it, then glanced around nervously, as if uncertain of whether to put it down, or hold it in front of her. As if a spoon would manage to hide…all that.
Dear God, the woman had a body like an angel. Or maybe not an angel. Because those sweet tits…those lush thighs…that was all about sin.
I walked over to where she was standing, remaining impassive as she fussed with the spoon in her hands. I took it from her unresisting fingers and set it on the counter. “Turn it off,” I said, looking over at the oven.
“But…it…” She gnawed on her lip and then nodded, turning quickly and twisting the dials. The movement had her breasts swaying, the faintest jiggle to her pert ass, and I remember those moments I’d followed her to the dance floor just days ago. Days that felt like a lifetime.
“It’s almost ready,” she murmured as she stood in front of me again. “Dinner, I mean. I was just finishing up the sauce. You can…you can eat whenever you want.”
I grinned, and it may not have been pretty, because she shuddered. “I want to eat. Right now,” I murmured and reached for her waist and pulled her up to me. She moved without resistance, melting against my chest as I banded my arms around her. For a second, I had a soft memory of having her fall asleep in my arms. It was a memory I dashed away. This girl was here for one reason, and one reason alone. To please me. She would do that by teaching my ex a lesson, and by giving me a place to bury my cock. But first…first I had to taste that sweet flesh.
I look down into her face. “Did you do as you were told today?” I asked, and she pressed her lips together.
“Um…I … Yes? Jane took me for fittings and enrolled me in a class.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, and I saw her cheeks go pink.
“I undressed as soon as we returned,” she said quickly, lowering her eyes as if indicating her pert tits.
“And?” I pressed.
“I’m naked?”
“Did you make yourself come?” I said sharply, silently delighted to see how she squirmed and then shook her head. “You will do it now.” Her eyes flew open.
“What? I—!”
“You will do it now, Sasha. Go to your room. Select an item to pleasure yourself – you have the choice this evening. I may not always be this lenient.” When she hadn’t left seconds later, I reached down and swatted her bare ass. “I’m counting to ten. If you’re not back, I’ll decide for you.” She was off and running down the hall as if her ass was on fire.
“One!” I called out as I headed to the bar. “Two!” I reached for a tumbler and set it on the counter. “Three!” I scowled as I remembered that Andy had taken my good whiskey. “Four-five!” the annoyance eased as I imagined her hopping as she heard me skip numbers. “Six-seven-eight!” I heard a little shriek as I splashed a measure of bourbon into my glass. “Nine…” She was back at my side, cheeks flushed, eyes shining as she stared up at me.
“Ten.” I took a sip. “Show me what you got.” She raised a hand and I looked down at a small, oblong device with a protruding circular nozzle at one end. I stifled a laugh. “You like that?” I said, desperately trying not to smirk.
“I don’t know what it does,” she said, looking more than a little sheepish. “I’ve never used…um…well, I’ve never used any of that sort of stuff before.” Her cheeks were flaming.
“You’re in for a treat,” I said mildly. More than a treat. I’d seen this type of baby in action before. As innocuous as it looked, in the right hands, she’d probably black out…and I had the right hands. “Get on the counter,” I instructed. “I want to watch.”
“Watch?” she almost squawked.
“Of course. I’ve explained this to you. Your body is designed for pleasure. It will be more responsive if you teach it to expect to climax regularly. I have no intention of wasting hours making you ready for my cock each day. When I come to you, I expect your pussy to be wet. Now, it would have been easier if you’d simply done as instructed. But I see that I have to supervise you.”
I nodded in the direction of the broad granite island that dominated the kitchen. She’d cleared it after her meal preparation, and the area was perfectly positioned beneath the golden glow of the kitchen lights. I pulled up a bar stool and took a seat at one end. “Up,” I prompted. “Put your ass on the edge and let your legs hang down. I want a good, clear view.” She hesitated, and once again, I aimed a slap at her beautiful ass, pleased when a glowing handprint remained on her soft skin. She jumped on the spot and then scampered over to the counter. I watched her breasts bounce as she hopped up, scooting herself back onto the surface until her butt cheeks perched at the edge, one hand beside her thigh, the other holding the small toy. She looked down at it, frowning.
“How does it work?” she asked, fiddling with the buttons on one side.
