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Chapter Eight

When he came through the door, she trembled. She knew what
he saw. His obedient slave standing there in the kitchen, sautéing
vegetables—with a carrot poking out of her pucker—wearing nothing but the lace
apron and heels.

He whistled. “Now that’s hot.” He dropped his briefcase by
the door and sauntered over to kiss her. He picked her panties up off the
counter and sniffed them. “Umm. They’re wet.”

She snorted in response.

He grinned. “Smells great. How’s dinner coming?”

She glared at him. He took this as encouragement and sidled
over to wrap an arm around her waist. His hand drifted to the hem of the apron
and he fondled her pussy. His touch was so sweet. She’d ached for it all day.

He lifted his fingers to his mouth, one at a time, and
sucked them clean. “I love cream cheese. I’m going to eat that off you later.”

“Tae…”

He smacked her ass. “Really, Bella. Surely you know better
by now.” He leaned against the counter by her side and surveyed her. “I know
what’s wrong. You’re not wearing your collar.”

She froze.

“When you wear your collar, you remember to call me Master.”
His lips curled in a seductive slither. “Why don’t you go put it on?”

Bella cleared her throat. “I’m wearing the choker.”

“Clearly that’s not incentive enough.”

“I’ll remember. I promise.”

“No, Bella.” Nimbly, he removed the choker. She felt naked
without it. “Go get your collar.”

“Where is it?”

“Downstairs.”

Hell. That’s what she was afraid he’d say. Now she had to go
down all those stairs—and up again—with a carrot in her ass.

“Go on.”

She gave him the spoon and he resumed stirring as she ran
her errand. By the time she got back to the kitchen with the collar around her
neck, she was ready to collapse. She’d been thinking about him, about this, all
day. She was ready. More than ready.

As always, he sensed her frustration. He pulled her close
for a kiss and thumbed her nipples through the lace of the apron until she
moaned and tried to wiggle against him.

He stepped back. “Ah ah ah. Naughty girl.” He turned the
wooden spoon—which he had licked clean—and smacked her nipples, one after the
other.

She gasped as the sharp pain shot from those tender buttons
to her aching clit.

He tracked her reaction with a hungry expression. “You like
that, don’t you?”

“Yes Master.”

“I knew you would.” He glanced around the room. “Say, did
you remember my toothbrush?”

At the casual question, her belly dropped and then surged
with annoyance that he could slip out of character so easily. Go from that
seething, sexy, dominant beast to a
husband
in the blink of an eye.

“It’s in the bag,” she snapped.

“Get it.”

With a not-so-subtle snort, she padded over to the counter,
fished the package out of the bag and handed it to him. He didn’t take it.

“Oh. You got me two.”

“They were on sale.”

“Good girl.” He nodded to the dual pack of electric
disposable toothbrushes. “Open it.” His tone was dark, harsh. A muscle in his
cheek throbbed.

Bella’s heart lurched as she realized he hadn’t slipped out
of character in the least. A skirl of excitement danced in her belly. What on
earth was he going to do with
those
? Here? In the kitchen?

Meekly, she opened the package and passed him the
toothbrushes. “What—”

“No questions, Bella. Close your eyes.”

Oh dear. She didn’t really want to. She wanted to see what
he was doing but he frowned at her so she did as he asked.

“Hands behind your back.”

She swallowed heavily and complied.

A soft buzzing filled the room as he switched the brushes on
and then—
oh God!
—an electrifying jolt sizzled every nerve as Tae set
one, and then the other, vibrating brush to her nipples. She cried out and
lurched forward.

He pushed her back against the butcher’s block to hold her
steady, smashing her bottom against the hard wood. The carrot in her ass went
deeper. “Hush, darling,” he said. “Let me work.”

And work, he did. The combination of the pulsating bristles
through the lace was intense. Bella gasped. Moaned. She began to twitch as the
exquisite agony continued, as Tae ran the brushes over and around and against
her hardened nubs.

“Oh baby,” he ground out. “You look so fucking hot.”

“Then fuck me.” She pressed restlessly against him.

He chuckled. “Not yet. Not yet.” He switched off the motors
and knelt before her.

She let her legs part just a tad for encouragement. He shot
her a wicked smile. She missed the throbbing sparks at her breast but dear
lord, what was he planning to do now?

Lick her.

Ah, yes. He was planning to lick her. His tongue danced up
her inner thigh like a velvet snake, slithering and lapping and lashing at her.
She held as still as she could as he neared her pussy but she couldn’t hold
back a guttural groan as he found her. He nibbled and sucked until she was a
molten mass, ready to crumble onto the floor.

Her knees shook, her breasts heaved, her breath came in wild
pants. Shock and a whole new level of arousal ricocheted through her as she
heard that insistent buzz start up again. She mewled a plea and shifted her
legs even farther apart. Tae didn’t disappoint.

The humming brush kissed the tip of her clit, just the tip.
He teased her with a featherlight touch until she sobbed for him to stop. It
was intense. Far too intense. She couldn’t stand it.

He replaced the brush with his mouth. Bella jerked as the
vibration slipped lower between her legs, hovering at the opening of her pussy.

The sound she made was guttural, feral, desperate. Tae’s
chuckle rumbled through her even as he sucked the sanity out of her with his
talented lips. And then…he entered her. He slipped that buzzing brush up, into
her pussy. The bristles scraped at her nerves.

“Oh God. Yes.”

The second brush joined the first inside her, each rubbing,
abrading opposite sides of her sensitive walls. He pistoned them in and out in
alternating rhythms until she caught them with the powerful muscles of her
pussy as an orgasm—a dripping, swirling delirious orgasm—captured them.
Captured her.

She fell to her knees by his side and fisted his hair and
pulled him in for a kiss. She fumbled for the snap of his trousers and, when
she couldn’t find it, madly rubbed his hard cock through the material instead,
rubbed his cock until he was just as insane as she was, until he took the lead
and tore the damn trousers off himself.

He had her on her back, on the kitchen floor in a heartbeat.
The carrot in her ass wedged even deeper as Tae’s weight fell upon her, and she
grunted—but then she moaned because he was slipping into her. He pushed his
fat, hard cock into her hungry pussy and fed her.

“Oh yeah, baby. In me.”

He growled and thrust deeper then changed angles and fucked
her from the side—which she loved. She always loved that. Before long she was
panting and moaning and scraping at his ass with her fingernails, digging them
into his rock-hard muscles and urging him faster.

But then he stopped. He pulled out. Before she could
protest, he flipped her over. “On your hands and knees.”

That hot command made the cream gush from her pussy.

He yanked the carrot from her ass in a rush and she cried
out at that, and then she cried out again because he nudged at her, pressed
into her tight asshole with his fat cock. She seized. Her heart beat, pounded
in her clit.

He pushed harder and his cock slipped through the tight,
greased ring of her pucker, plugging her. She groaned at the pain, the
pleasure, the fullness. Shivers of bliss stole her sanity. Pleasure dripped all
over her body, skated through her veins as his long rod eased into her tight
hole. And then he pulled out, swamping her with a new kind of sensation.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”

He rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples as he plundered
her once more. But she hardly needed this encouragement. Her climax was
hovering and close.

“Yes,” she huffed with each slow, excruciating lunge. “Yes,
yes, yes.”

And then she felt it. The tightening, the torment, the hot
wind blowing through her body as everything fractured and flew and exquisite
ecstasy swamped her.

He swamped her.

Powerful hot streams of cum spurted from him in angry jets.
His lunges became shorter and harder as he flooded her in wave after wave of
thick juice. And with that burning seed came a sweet, sweet peace.

God, he was good. God, she loved him.

Together, they collapsed on the floor.

* * * * *

Dinner was rather amazing, considering the fact she’d had a
hand in making it. They sat at the table and waded through the beef with cream
sauce and a bottle of merlot. She wore the apron. He wore nothing.

When he was finally full, he pushed away his plate. “That
was awesome, hon.” He dropped a kiss on her lips.

“It was pretty good.”

He took a sip of his wine and sent her a tentative look.
“So… Did you enjoy cooking?”

“With a carrot up my ass?”

“Come now, darling. You know that was just an incentive.”

She laughed, toyed with the stem of her wineglass. “I did
enjoy it.”

“Really?”

“Yes?”

“Is it…something you’d like to try again?”

“Fucking in the kitchen?”

He sent her a chastening glance. “Cooking. As in dinner.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “But you’re a fantastic
cook. Why on earth would you want to eat what I make?”

“It would be nice not to have to cook every night.”

Bella put out a lip. “I make dinner.”

“Honey, grilled cheese sandwiches don’t count. I’m talking
about real cooking.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You want me to try to learn to
cook?”

He held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” He ran into the
kitchen—practically sprinted—and as much as she liked the sight of his bare ass
in motion, she couldn’t quiet the growing unease in her belly.

She hated cooking. She was terrible at it. Surely he didn’t
expect that to magically change? Expect her to become some kind of chef savant?

He came back into the dining room, holding a small scrap of
paper. Bella froze. She knew that paper. Oh hell.

She made a face. “What’s that?”

“A coupon.” He slipped it across the table. She glared at
it. “Go on. Read it.”

Grudgingly, she picked it up. Scanned it. She tipped her
head. “You want me to take French cooking lessons?”

“No, baby. Us. I want
us
to take French cooking
lessons. Together.”

She stared at him. He was so beautiful. His eyes were so
brown. So beautiful. So earnest. God love him.

“I’m a terrible cook,” she reminded him. Did he really need
reminding?

He broke into a grin. Dimples blossomed. “I don’t care,
baby. I just want to spend time with you. Come on. It’ll be fun. We can feed
each other crepes and croissants.”

“And coq?”

He laughed, sensing her capitulation. “Yes, my darling. Most
especially that.”

Bella sighed. She loved him. Loved him so much. She’d do
anything to please him. Anything. Even this. As repulsive as it would be. She’d
do it. For him. “All right.”

“Ah, bab—”

She silenced him with one raised finger. “On one condition.”

Tae blinked. “What’s that?”

“I get to create some coupons of my own.”

His brow wrinkled. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Wh-what did you
have in mind?”

The possibilities flooded her, swamped her pussy. One
particular vision—of Tae tied to the rack, wearing a ball gag, squirming
against a fat rod shoved into his ass as she sucked him off—nearly made her
come right then and there.

Clearly they were going to need a ball gag and perhaps some
clothes pins…

She started composing a mental shopping list.

“Bella?” A hint of impatience colored his tone.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, baby,” she said with a
wicked smile. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

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