Page 70 of The Chef

My eager mouth finds its way to the tip of her pussy, and now I’m really turned on.

We’re lying in my bed in my house, both full of the dinner I’ve cooked for her and a little drunk from the delicious red wine we drank. It was nothing special I made her, I bet she could do a lot better herself. But I wanted to cook for her, I wanted to make her feel special.

Make her know how much she’s made me feel in just the last few days.

I smile as I softly bite her clit, savoring her hot taste. Bay gasps again and reaches down to pull at my hair. I like how she does that, how she can’t contain herself around me. All her civil manners drop away and unleashed is an unabetted desire for me.

For my cock.

Yes.

I gently flick my tongue over her clit as I push my fingers deep inside her wet opening. She gasps again and her grip around my hair tightens. She really can’t contain herself, or her pleasure, any longer.

She’s mine. All mine.

I raise my face away from her soft pussy and smile again. “Do you want me, Bay?”

She moans that I’ve pulled away from her. She wants - needs - me against her clit right now. “I want you so much, Cliff. I want you closer. I want you inside me.”

“You’re gonna have to wait for that, sweetheart. You’re gonna have to beg.”

“Please, Cliff. Please.”

“Nope.”

My lips reconnect with her wet pussy and I drive my tongue around her clit, playing with it as she satisfyingly moans again. All the breath in her body springs out and she is breathless.

Breathless over me.

I pump harder with my fingers inside her pussy as she shakes, flicking my fingers in rhythm to her body’s rising pleasure.

This is always my favorite bit.

She gasps again, and now I know it’s time.

I pull away, and Bay immediately groans and reaches out for me to return, but I playfully swat her hands away. I’m in charge here. She has to submit to what I want, what I want her to feel.

“Flip over,” I command, and she does. She obeys me like she should.

She exhales, excited for what may happen next. “What do you want me to do?” she asks.

I lean forward so that my lips press against her ear. With my left hand I grab a handful of her hair, in complete control over her now. “I’m going to spank you. Punish you.”

“Yes,” she moans, elation rising in her voice. She wants this. “Punish me.”

She perks her ass invitingly in the air, practically begging for my hand.

And I deliver.

SMACK.

My right hand connects with her exposed asscheek with a resounding spank. Bay whimpers in ecstasy at the punishment.

SMACK.

Again I spank her ass.

SMACK.