Page 54 of Finally Moore
“Yes, chef…”
Chapter twenty-two
Scott
“Goodgirl,”Igrowlinto Scarlett’s ear before fastening the makeshift blindfold over her eyes. I didn’t think it possible, but somehow she’s even hotter here in my kitchen, covered in flour, her hands spread wide. “You’re incredible, you know that?” My palm hovers over her ass as I take an extra second to appreciate just how gorgeous it looks right now, bent over, begging for me to spank it, and how pretty it’s going to look in a few minutes.
“I guess.” Her tone tells me that our little lesson from earlier has already worn off. That’s fine. I’m more than happy to give her another.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I scold as I pull down her leggings and reveal her bare cheeks. “What’s this?”
“What?” Scarlett wiggles her ass. “I was a little sore earlier. Commando was the more comfortable choice.”
“Was I too rough?” I inspect her flesh but don’t see any marks.
“No, it was amazing. It was just a little tender at first. I feel fine now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, chef.” The title drips from her tongue like honey.
“Good, because it sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson.” I reach into the drawer, and Scarlett jumps at the sound. I retrieve a spatula. “Now, Angel.” I trace the rubber tip around the curve of her rear. “Do you have something nice to say about yourself?”
When she shakes her head, I strike her twice. “Oh,” she moans as she bends forward.
“You like that?” In the light of the kitchen, I’m immediately gratified by the pinkening of her skin.
“Yes…” she says, and I swat her twice more. “Yes, chef.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me what I want to hear,” I urge her. Once again, she refuses and earns herself another quick reprimand. I reach between her legs, and my fingers find her slick to the touch. “Hmm, it seems like you like this too much,” I hum, and she widens her stance as I find her clit. “Perhaps we need to change tack.” Scarlett rocks into me as I continue to rub her little nub. “New rules.” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “You don’t get to come until you tell me what I want to hear.”
“Scott,” she groans and is immediately rewarded with a strike. “Chef, please…”
“You know what you have to do.” I continue to work her over, and just as I feel the telltale signs of her tensing up, I back off and spank, then resume the process all over again. “It drives me wild when you bite your lip. All I want to do is suck it between my teeth and taste how sweet you are.” Scarlett’s head drops to the counter. “Come on, Angel, tell me one thing.”
“I… can’t…” she pants, so very close to capturing her release. Until I stop and she huffs out her irritation.
“I think it’s sexy that you’re so passionate about your business, that you put so much of your heart into turning the place around. That while you’ve worked to keep the inn as close to the original as you can, there are sprinkles of you all over it.”
“Please,” she begs and pounds a fist on the counter.
“Gimme one thing. That’s all I want.” I keep my pressure on her clit light. Barely there.
“I’m… I’m brave…” she gasps, and I encourage her by picking up my pace. “I was terrified to move here, start over… but I did it.”
“That’s it, Angel.” I drop to my knees and bury my tongue in her pussy as I continue to work her clit. “Come for me. Let me taste what a good girl you are.”
“Fuck,” she cries out as I hold her steady and savor each drop. Once she’s finished, I push to my feet, tug her leggings the rest of the way down, and lower my pants. I palm my cock and groan. “W-what’s wrong?” she asks in a breathy tone.
“Unfortunately, I’m gonna have to ask for a rain check.”
“Why?”
“Our supplies are back at the cottage, and as desperate as I am to sink into this dripping pussy of yours, I really don’t wanna be forced to scavenge through my brother’s room.”
“It’s fine,” she says, and I hesitate, unsure what she means. “I’m on birth control, and…” Scarlett turns to look at me, even though she can’t see me through the blindfold. “I trust you.”
“Are you sure, Angel, because we can—”