Her smile quirked. “Do you really? That sounded more like a question. I think you can do better.”
Jacob flushed and his green eyes grew brighter but he didn’t back down. “Mark me please, Chef,” he tried again.
Anne bent down and rewarded him with long kiss. “Very good. I’ll give you anything you ask for, except freedom. You’ll get that after you’ve come. But not until I tell you that you can. Unless you use your safe word, and then this will all be over,” she said, leaning back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Chef.”
“Good boy. Now, fuck me.” Her voice ended on a hoarse groan as he immediately did what she’d asked, bringing his knees up and using his heels against her comforter for leverage. His thrusts were needy and erratic, showing just how turned on he was. Surprisingly she found herself enjoying the uncertain beat of his cock inside her pussy. Pressing one hand to his shoulder for balance, she kept up with him, moaning loudly as he moved inside her.
“Your tits look fucking amazing bouncing like that,” he groaned.
“Such words coming from a beautiful mouth,” she teased him. Anne tilted her head, moving her long hair all to the other side so that it could brush against her hard nipple and tease her further. Lifting the flogger, she brought it down experimentally against his shoulder, the faint red lines trailing onto his chest. Though he stilled for a moment, he didn’t stop and the cry that fell from his lips was one of passion, not pain.
“Like it?” she asked, her voice thick as she bent her head to soothe the lines with her tongue.
“Yes. Again.”
She continued to lick his faint wounds. “Ask nicely.”
“Whip me again, Chef,” he said, his voice coming out as barely more than a panting sigh.
Smiling, she straightened up and brought it down across his other shoulder, shivering as the tendrils curled around her wrist before streaking over his tanned skin. His breath caught on a moan. She didn’t ask him the next time, or the time after that as she brought the flogger down against his chest and stomach, each time making him jump.
“More. More please,” he begged, moving his head from side to side against her comforter. His thick arms were bunched as he strained against the silk ties.
Anne leaned over him, the flogger falling against her hip as she tossed it to the side. Instead she grabbed his silky black hair between her fingers and gave him a sharp tug. He groaned and moved his face toward her arm.
“You’re a serious kink,” he gasped as she tugged again.
Grinning, Anne nodded and nipped at his chin. “You’ve got no idea. Now, stop struggling against the silk. We aren’t done yet. Not nearly. Hope you didn’t have anywhere to go this afternoon because you’re not going to make it.”
Jacob shook his head. “I’m yours for as long as you want me. All night even.”
Anne released his hair and trailed her fingers down the side of his face, her short nails digging into his cheek. “We could get up to a lot of mischief if I kept you all night, Jacob.” She leaned back, his thick cock stilling as she moved. Anne considered his offer. A night of having this broad shouldered man under her, letting her play with him as much as she wanted was quite a tempting offer. She’d have to consider it fully. After she’d enjoyed him for now, of course.
Anne rolled her hips over him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core and up into her breasts. She ground against him, making her own rhythm as his fell away. He watched her, his mouth falling open as she reached up to cup her breasts and play with her nipples.
“Tell me what you’d do to me,” she demanded. “If you had your hands free.”
He swallowed thickly and licked his lips. “Slam your hips onto my cock and fuck you harder than anyone ever has before.”
She grinned. “That’s a pretty tall order. I usually like it rough.”
“And I’d give it to you that way,” he promised, his voice husky.
“Tell me more,” she said, sighing as she brought her fingers to his mouth. Without her having to ask for it, he sucked her fingers until she pulled them away. Anne brought her moistened fingers to her clit, rubbing herself and his cock at the same time as she rose and fell against him in a steady motion.
Jacob nodded, appearing eager to tell her what she wanted to hear. “I’d take your hair and wrap it around my wrist and pull it back, forcing your head up as I fucked you from behind, so deep you’d feel it all the way down in your body and wouldn’t soon forget what it felt like to have me fucking you. I’d make you beg, make you scream my name when you came around my cock.”
Anne groaned between quiet laughter as she bent over him. She licked his nipples, causing him to squirm under her as he fought against the ties. “You think you can do all that?” she asked, not looking up at him as she sucked his hard nipple into her mouth.
“I know I can. Let me show you. Promise you won’t regret it.”
Anne trembled, the switch inside her loving to both be dominated and to dominate. And Jacob’s words were exactly what she’d wanted to hear. A man who could talk like that was rare, but he’d be a real gem if he could back his words up with truth in his actions. She untied his hands in quick, sure movements.
“You have the control now, Chef,” she said, making the transition deliberately obvious to him. “Don’t make me regret it.” Anne sat back, waiting for him to act as he rubbed his pink wrists. She didn’t have to wait long—he brought his knees up quickly, forcing her to fall forward over his chest. He twisted his hand in her hair and yanked her head back as he brought her left breast to his mouth. He sucked hard on her nipple and squeezed her tender flesh hard enough to bruise her as he rapidly thrust into her wet pussy.
“Fuck yes, Chef,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder. Harder, Chef, harder.”
He did as she’d asked, eager to please her even when he’d been given control of her body, and she felt herself losing focus on top of him. She gasped as he released her nipple and went still under her. She pouted, wondering what the hell he was doing until he moved her off him, tossing her onto the bed beside him. He kept his promise and held onto her hair as he yanked her legs back against him.
“God, your ass is perfect,” he said, running his free hand over her hip and butt cheek. Flushing deeply, she gasped loudly as his hand came down on first one cheek then the other. He squeezed, pulling at her soft flesh before he spanked her again.
Then, in one smooth motion that took her breath away, he entered her again and began pounding inside her pussy as if he hadn’t missed a beat. She moaned, her breasts bouncing wildly with his thrusts as he tugged on her hair, forcing her neck back.
“Tell me you like it,” he gasped.
Anne smiled. “I fucking love it, Chef. Your big cock feels so good in me.”
He groaned. “Yes. Just like that. Tell me.”
Feeling hotter than she had all day, Anne nodded as much as his hand in her hair allowed. “I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you come into my building through my security feed,” she confessed. “You were cute years ago but now you’re practically divine.”
“Back then, when we met,” he said between loud groans, “I knew I wanted you under me. You were my dad’s friend, a professional colleague. And someone I didn’t think would ever notice me.”
Anne chuckled. “Oh, I noticed. But jail isn’t exactly an ideal place for me. But now, now you’re hardly off limits.”
He released her hair to put both hands on her hips and Anne fell forward, her head resting against the mattress.
“I fantasized about you all through college and was so hard coming up here I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to walk. Your breasts, your ass, the way you lick a spoon after you taste something on the shows you used to host. You made this chocolate torte once and moaned right after trying it. I fucking nearly came in my pants right there in the middle of class.”
She smiled, his words thrilling her as his cock bounced inside her pussy. Anne reached between her legs with one
hand and balanced on the other. She wasn’t surprised to find her pussy soaking wet. Jacob was a fantastic fuck, one of the best she’d had in a long time. He smacked her ass again, sending shock waves of need through her body.
“I’m close,” she moaned, the tight ball in her core coiling together and threatening to send her off to oblivion with the slightest provocation.
“All right,” Jacob said, sounding out of breath as he sped up. “Tell me what you need.”
Anne closed her eyes. Cutting off that one sense allowed her to focus on the others. The sound of his breath, the warmth of his hands on her hips, the thrusting of his cock into her pussy. His short nails dug into her skin and she knew there would be small crescent moon marks to go with the bruises tomorrow. Being marked by Jacob was nearly enough to throw her over the edge of her pleasure and send her cascading to the bottom. Almost. But she needed a bit more than that in this moment. “The flogger,” she gasped. “Use it on me.”
“You sure?” he asked, hesitating.
“Yes!” she hissed, nearly whining in her frustration with him. It was so simple, such a tiny task. And he had to question her on it and—
“Oh!” Anne moaned as the first swipe of the flogger came down across her back, surprising her. It wrapped around her arm, caressing the side of her breast before moving over her back and across to her other side. “Again, Chef, please mark me again. I need it. I want it so badly.”
Without a word he brought the flogger down across her lower back. The tiny threads bit against the top of her ass, close to where they were connected. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. He whipped her again, this time without having to be told, as her pussy tightened around his cock.
“Oh yeah, Anne, come for me. Come around my cock. Scream my name,” he groaned, tossing the flogger to the side and moved his hands back to her ass, digging his fingers into her sensitive flesh as he fucked her hard and fast.
He leaned over her back, taking her breast in his hand and roughly squeezing her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She groaned and turned toward him, eager for a kiss.
“You like this huh? I saw you playing with your nipples. Damn tease you are. Tying me up so that I couldn’t touch you too,” he whispered. “Next time you’re the one getting tied down while I fuck you till you’re sore.”
She grinned and kissed him again. “So sure you’re getting a return invite?”
He chuckled and yanked on her hair. “Hell yes. You’re enjoying this too much to make this a one-time thing.”
Anne cried out, unable to say anything against his logic. Especially when the heat coiling in her belly exploded, sending a tidal wave of emotion and pleasure through her arms and chest, ending in her fingertips and toes. She slumped into the bed, unable to keep herself upright as the aftershocks of her pleasure worked through her body, leaving her breathless and boneless under him.
“Come for me,” she whispered, watching him out of the corner of her eyes.
His green eyes bright, Jacob nodded and surged into her. A moment later he cried out her name as well, so loud that her neighbors probably heard him. But she couldn’t bring herself to give a damn as he flopped onto the bed next to her, sweaty and breathless. Anne reached for him, taking his trembling fingers in her own as she closed her eyes and let a sex-sated exhaustion take its hold on her body and mind.
His phone interrupted the quiet moments that followed. Taking his first full breath in nearly ten minutes, Jacob slowly sat up. Anne lay asleep next to him, her steady breathing telling him all he needed to know about her state. He smiled down at her, loving that she’d enjoyed herself so much. He hadn’t had a lot of experience with women, but none of the girls he’d slept with in college had done anything to him like Anne had. And it wasn’t just the kink. He rose on trembling legs and reached for the nightstand, afraid of losing his balance otherwise.
Now to go find the source of what had disturbed his perfect after-sex moment with the hottest woman he’d ever been around, and the one he could easily see himself losing his heart to. He found his phone in the pocket of his pants and dug it out. The shiny silver face showed three new text messages. The first two, from his best friend, he ignored. Whether or not he was going to the party tonight was not on his top ten most pressing issues list for the moment.
The last one, from his father, also came with a voicemail—he must have gotten impatient. Chancing a look back at Anne to make sure she was still fast asleep, he silently left the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind himself. He wanted Anne awake, and very soon, but not until she’d rested for a bit. He wasn’t nearly done with her yet.
“Jacob,” his voicemail began, “Call me when you get this. I want to know how your interview with Chef Anne went. Remember, she can be hard on the chefs under her, but it’s for your own good. If you let her teach and lead you she can take you places in your career. Just listen to her and do as she says. I know you’ll do well.”
Pressing the number to erase the message, Jacob snorted. His father had no idea how right he’d been. Chef Anne was bossy, demanding and sexy as hell. Even now, after having the best sex of his life, his cock protested being away from her as it started to get hard again. Shit, he had to get himself under control. He’d come in hard—leaving the same way almost seemed like bad form. But maybe Anne would help him out with that again. His gaze went to the closed door behind him and he imagined the sleeping woman he’d left on the bed. She was gorgeous, but there was so much more than that. He’d admired her for years, built his career around hers and had practically worshiped her since the first time he’d seen her cook.
He bit his lower lip, thinking better of pushing his luck with the older woman who had shown him just how she liked to control the men under her. And there it was. His cock got hard again at the image of Anne sitting on him, her big tits bouncing as she rode his cock. He’d been tied down and damn unfair that had been of her, but once she’d released him and he’d gotten to touch her, it had made the desire to do so much stronger. If every time was like that no wonder Anne liked it so much.
He’d done kink before with girls in his past. Sort of. It hadn’t been anything like this. With them he’d been playing or simply trying out a fantasy or something he’d seen in porn. This was a full blown orgasm for his mind. Which sounded corny but actually made perfect sense to him, at least—Anne had not only turned on his body, but his brain had been engaged too. It was probably the most amazing sexual experience he’d ever had and he really hoped it wouldn’t be his last chance with her. That would just be too miserable of a thing to consider. If he never got to touch her again, to feel her breasts in his hands or her full mouth sighing against his as he entered her… No. He shook his head. That wasn’t going to happen. He wouldn’t let it. Anne would just have to accept that he was in her life now, as someone to fuck silly whenever she wanted to if nothing else. He wanted more but he could settle for that. He knew enough to know that a woman like that just didn’t come around all the time, and now that he’d found her, he wasn’t about to just let her go that easily.
“Jacob?” she called from the bedroom.
He looked up, surprised to see her standing in the doorway, naked and seemingly proud of her body. When she turned he could see the red lines on her shoulders and back. She wore them proudly, even putting her hair up in a tie to show them off.
“I didn’t give you permission to leave,” she told him over her shoulder.
Jacob smiled, easily recognizing that tone and once again knowing where he stood with her. “Yes, Chef. Sorry, Chef,” he said, walking quickly to catch up with her. “Won’t happen again.”
Anne winked at him over her shoulder. “See that it doesn’t. Now, I suppose we should talk about the executive chef position at Ale. Now that we’ve covered a few other positions of course.”
Jacob laughed, catching her joke and sharing it with her. “I want it.”
“I’d figured as much,” she replied, nodding. “I’m going
to take a shower. Join me and get cleaned off. Then we’ll discuss duties, your potential salary and I’ll take you to dinner there.”
“At Ale?” he asked, surprised.
Her smile faltered for a moment. “Of course at Ale. That restaurant is my baby, stocked with all my favorite foods and preparing my best dishes to my specifications. Your restaurant should always be your first choice of where you’d like to eat. If it isn’t then you need to change it so that it becomes so. Why? Is there something wrong with my beloved Ale?”
Jacob stared at her, the kinky kitten he’d had sex with turning into a full-blown defensive tiger at the drop of a word. And damn if he didn’t find it sexy as hell. He smiled and went to her, pulling her into his arms and fitting her neatly against his chest. She looked up at him, not appearing hurt or upset, simply curious. As if she were waiting for his explanation before deciding whether to rip out his spleen or bake him her famous chocolate mousse cake.
“I just thought,” he said, taking a breath. “That maybe you might not want to be seen as being improper with your new hire is all. People may start to talk.” He shrugged, unsure of how his idea would be taken.
She laughed and ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently on the strands. “People will talk regardless. They always do. And what woman wouldn’t want to be seen with a handsome younger man on her arm? No, I think we’ll be seen a lot over the course of our professional relationship.”
He nodded, liking the sound of that. “And what of our personal one?” he asked before she could step out of his hold. “What about that relationship?”
She tilted her head to the side, appearing to consider his question. “What do you want to be? Sex toy, or something of a more permanent fixture in my bed?”
“Whatever you’ll give me,” he said, laying it out there for her. “You know we’re good together. You can’t deny that.”
Anne smiled. “We do have a certain chemistry going. Don’t we?”
“Yes,” Jacob replied, eager to confirm her thoughts. “We do. And I want to see where that goes. Don’t you?”
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