Page 9 of Stolen Moments

When Melia had cleared her bed she took her computer out. Taking a deep breath, she opened a browser, and typed in ‘BDSM.’ The first images excited her, pictures of bound and blindfolded women yielding themselves, entrusting themselves entirely to their lovers. But they became progressively more and more disturbing. Women with looks of agonizing pain on their faces. Needles and scat? Whatever that was, Melia didn’t want any part of it. Luka didn’t seem capable of doing those things, and Susan didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would allow it.

In the end, the idea of BDSM intrigued her and she wanted to know more. She had fought her whole life to be independent, to never again put her future in the hands of a man who would more than likely up and leave whenever it became convenient. She would never again put herself in a situation where she had zero control over what someone could do to her. But being able to relinquish control for a second seemed… amazing. Being able to trust somebody entirely, mind, soul,andbody, knowing that they had your pleasure in the palm of their hand, sent a massive thrill through Melia’s body. The idea of Luka doing the things she had seen in the pictures made her breath catch, and her clit swell.

Melia quickly snapped her computer shut, and finished putting away the rest of her belongings.

Chapter Five

The smells of the welcome dinner Luka and Susan had prepared for her wafted into her bedroom. Melia realized she was hungry and quickly jumped into the guest room’s shower. The warm water cascaded down her body, and she looked up, letting the stream pour over her face, into her mouth. Not only was she hungry, but she was grateful to have her own bathroom. She hadn’t realized how grimy and dusty she felt. After her shower, she considered the clothing she had in the drawers. She wanted to honor the fact that Luka and Susan had gone out of their way to make her feel welcome. Often, people treated home-aides like servants and she had gotten used to feeling largely invisible... She didn’t have a lot of nice clothes, and she felt a pang of shame at not being able to dress a bit better. Perhaps a uniform would have been better

Finally, she settled on a white dress with a light understated floral pattern. She tied a light brown belt around her waist and strapped on some gladiator-style sandals that matched the belt. Melia let her hair down and shook it out a bit, the locks shining in the light. She took a quick peek in the mirror, feeling confident that she looked as polished as she could get herself and went downstairs. The dinner table was set beautifully, Susan ushering Melia into her seat before disappearing into the kitchen. Moments later, she brought out a bottle of wine and poured herself and Melia a cup.

“Cheers!” Susan caught Melia’s mildly mortified look and laughed. “I’m going to die anyway, Melia. I might as well enjoy the little time I have left.”

Melia couldn’t argue with that logic so she smiled and drank to Susan’s health. “I was helping Luka in the kitchen, but I’m afraid that I was more in the way than anything else. My days of being useful in there are over! It’s a good thing I taught Luka everything he knows.”

Luka came into the room with a large bowl of toasted baguette slices and another bowl of something Melia couldn’t see.

“I’m going to take you on a culinary journey around the world!” Luka smiled, his eyes shining.

Melia had never seen him so happy, so in his own element.

“Luka is making some of our favorite dishes from the around the world trip we did for our honeymoon. This is the meal he makes when he wants to impress somebody!”

The bread bowl in Luka’s hand clattered to the table. He looked up and smiled with a faint blushing of his cheeks. He wiped his hand on his pants and tried to compose himself. “This is Chilean-style ceviche. Do you like fish, Melia?” The sight of his blue, penetrating eyes made Melia shift in her seat.

“Yeah, I love ceviche,” she said nervously.

“Great, you’re in for a treat,” squealed Susan.

The ceviche was amazing. Melia closed her eyes in pleasure and couldn’t help but emit low moans and sighs. The fish had been cooked in lime juice and was firm to the touch but yielded to pressure so it almost spread on the bread. Luka had garnished the ceviche with fresh cilantro, finely diced onion, garlic, and orange peppers; it had just the right level of spiciness to raise Melia’s temperature slightly and make her reach for her wine.

“It’s good isn’t it?” Susan beamed at Melia, who could only nod blissfully. She hadn’t eaten this well in ages.

“It sure beats the hell out of frozen TV dinners, I’ll tell you that much.”

Susan laughed and clapped her hands. “You’re right, Luka, shedoessay the funniest things!”

Melia felt a twinge of embarrassment but it quickly faded as she realized that yet again, Susan had meant no harm with her comment. Susan seemed to enjoy how the food.

Luka brought out their three dinner plates balanced on his arm restaurant-style. Once they were seated, Luka smiled and grabbed Susan’s hand. “We’re not religious people, but before we eat we like to say a little prayer of thanks out into the world in hopes that maybe there’s someone or something out there to hear it. Susan does it best, so without further ado.”

Susan reached for Melia’s hand and bowed her head. “We want to give thanks for this new addition to our home. Thank you to you Melia for the help you will give our family in the coming weeks.” Susan squeezed Melia’s hand. “Thank you for, and bless the hands that made this food,” Melia noticed Susan squeeze Luka’s hand. “Thank you for giving us the chance to eat this food together. The end.” Susan laughed.

“So, Mr. Rossiter, what are we eating?”

“Please, Melia, call me Luka.” He smiled and Melia saw the reflection of Susan’s warmth in him. “Its red wine braised beef over a potato and turnip extra cheesy au gratin, and a reduction of the braising liquid.”

The first bite melted in Melia’s mouth like butter. She closed her eyes tight and squirmed in her seat.

“I’m glad you seem to like it,” the sight of Melia wriggling in ecstasy over his food in her mouth made him wonder what her face would be like with his cock in her mouth. The thought so distracted him that he almost knocked his wine glass over. He cleared his throat. “We ate something similar in Paris during our honeymoon trip.”

“Sounds like an amazing time,” said Melia, the smile fading from her face. But neither Susan nor Luka seemed to notice. Luka had lost himself in Susan’s face and Melia was quickly feeling like a voyeur.

“Do you remember, that time, you tried to order food at that restaurant and your French was so, so,sobad that the waiter impatiently told you he spoke English?” Susan threw her head back and laughed a wide, toothy chuckle. “Excuse me sir, but I think you will understand my English better than I understand your French, it is very bad!” Susan mocked Luka in her imitation of a French accent. He smiled.

This person was so different from the person he was when he was with Melia, and this realization made the food catch in her throat. Melia coughed a bit.

Susan turned to Melia and asked her if she was all right. “Have you ever traveled, Melia?”