Refired

by A 'Jeeper' Wade

  “Can I offer you a drink?” Sylas asked walking into the kitchen.

  “Yes, please. I’ll have wine, if you have it,” Veronica gingerly sat on the couch. She picked up one of Sylas’s magazines on the table being nosey.

  Sylas returned with a glass of Kendal Jackson Chardonnay in one hand. His other hand held a glass of Jack Daniels. He wanted to know if she felt the same things he did. He decided the two needed to talk. Now seemed like the best time possible. Both of them were relaxed.

  “Veronica, this is all crazy don’t you think?” Sylas asked, handing her the glass of wine.

  “What’s crazy, Sylas? The fact that we just met and you’ve already punished me, and now we’re back at your place and this feels right. That it feels like we we’re meant to be together? That it feels like we have known each other forever?” Sylas sat staring at her as she said all the things running through his head, “Yes, Sylas, this is crazy, but I don’t want to stop. I have never been able to be me. Soft and delicate, you make me feel like a whole new woman. I’ve read about relationships like this in books. If this is my fairy tale I don’t want it to end,” Veronica smiled with her eyes locked on his.

  “Veronica, let’s not question why this is happening, let’s just see where it goes. Right now, I need a shower. So, make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back in a minute,” Sylas handed her the remote for the television.

  “How about instead of the remote you offer me a towel? I need a shower too,” Veronica stood, following him into the bathroom.

  Sylas turned on the water adjusting the temperature. When he turned around Veronica stood stark naked in front of him. He stood in silence taking in her beauty. Her long Auburn hair flowing over her shoulders cascading down to her perky breasts.

  “Are you going in with your clothing on, Sylas?” She moved past him, stepping into the shower. Sylas got undressed and slipped in behind her.

  Veronica wet her hair and turned to face Sylas. She immediately noticed the muscled definition of his chest. A line of fine hair made its way down his abdomen to his cock. She stood breathless as he moved closer to her. Their bodies touched under a steady flow of water. The steam enveloped the two as their lips met again.

  “Turn around, Veronica; I want to wash your hair.” He reached down grabbing a shampoo bottle.

  Veronica turned while pulling her back, so it all cascaded down her back. Sylas poured the shampoo into his hand. He worked it into a lather, while massaging it into her hair. The soap suds slid down her shoulders to her breasts. Veronica just moaned at the pleasure, never having her hair washed by a man before. The strength of his fingers on her scalp intoxicated her. She relaxed, wondering if this was the same man that shouted commands in the restaurant? Veronica just stood, enjoying the sensation as her pampering continued. Never in her life has she been this deep in love, this quickly.

  “We should move this to the bedroom, Sylas. I want to make love to you,” she was in a hurry to feel him inside her.

  Sylas rinsed her hair, grabbing his liquid soap along with his loofa. They continued to soap each other, building the tension between them. Sylas could tell by the slight moans and the tension in Veronica’s limbs she was going to explode if he continued. They rinsed all the soap off of each other. Sylas reached around her to turn off the water. He grabbed two towels off the rack. He wrapped one around himself. He wrapped the other one around Veronica. He kissed her softly picking her to carry her into the bedroom.

  Sylas entered the bedroom with Veronica in his arms. He approached the bed, laying her down gently. Veronica made it a point to grab his towel as he put her down, exposing his cock to her. Her eyes widened seeing it inches from her face. Veronica moved her mouth to him taking the head of his penis between her lips. Sylas stiffened with the sensation of her hot breath on his shaft.

  “Veronica, your lips are so soft,” Sylas watched as the head of his cock vanished into her mouth.

  He loved the sensation of her tongue circling the head of his erection. Sylas made his way onto the bed lying down on top of the covers. Veronica released his cock from her mouth letting him lay down. When he appeared comfortable she moved between his legs, cupping his balls with one hand as she took his entire length down the back of her throat. Sylas experienced a wave of excitement flow through him as she continued up and down with a steady pace. Her lips tightened around the head causing Sylas to pull back for a moment, thinking he might come right there. The sensation was too much and without a word, Sylas leaned up grabbed Veronica’s arms and pulled her on top of him. He quickly rolled over, positioning himself between her legs

  Sylas kissed Veronica deeply. His lips slid off of hers, as he started kissing his way down her body. He began kissing her neck, lightly kissing her shoulder. His kisses continued down her body until he reached her breasts. They were perky, a perfect handful size. Sylas took one of her nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the entire area. Gently nipping and sucking.

  “My god, Sylas, I can feel you against my leg. I want you inside me now, please,” Veronica opened her legs wider, exposing her shaved mound to him. Sylas moved his mouth down between her legs.

  “Not yet, my love, I want to taste you first.” Sylas wanted to take his time, delaying the moment they became one.

  He kissed her mound softly. Veronica stiffened the moment his lips made contact with her exposed pussy. Parting her pussy lips with his tongue he slid into her. A moan escaped Veronica’s mouth as she pushed her hips to his mouth. He could tell she wanted more.

  “Yes, Sylas, you are amazing. I’m going to come!” Veronica stiffened as her first orgasm rocked her body. She shook with Sylas’s face buried between her legs.

  I’ve never felt anything like that. You are unbelievable,” Veronica lay panting trying to catch her breath.

  In one swift movement, Sylas slid up her body. He paused a moment, then he entered her. He stared deeply into her eyes pausing briefly to feel the connection. He softly kissed her lips as her body relaxed beneath him. The tension left their bodies as they laid there connected. Sylas stared into her eyes; they begged him to fuck her. Veronica opened her legs wider pushing her hips up, opening herself wider for him. He did what he wanted when he wanted to in every aspect of life. He made her wait a bit longer before he continued.

  “You feel amazing, Sylas. You fill me, the weight of your body on me, I feel so protected,” Veronica shifted slightly, as she adjusted to his size.

  “Veronica, we are forever going to be together. You are what I’ve been looking for,” Sylas pulled back withdrawing his cock from her tight pussy. Without hesitation, he drove himself back in deeper than before.

  Veronica spread her legs further; wrapping them around Sylas’s back, urging him to get even deeper. With slow and steady stokes, he pulled out the length, paused then drove himself back in feeling her legs tighten with every thrust. Veronica took his length time after time. She moaned every time he entered her. Sylas felt her pussy contract around his cock, as another orgasm washed over her. She shuttered on the bed. Sylas could feel her release around his cock, so he paused to enjoy the sensation of her orgasm.

  “I am going to take you from behind, Veronica.” Sylas flipped her over moving behind her ass.

  Sylas grabbed her hips while placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. With one movement, he slid the length inside her. The sight of her ass, still slightly red from earlier, enticed him to speed up his pace. Sylas began to thrust faster, pushing deeper into Veronica. She responded by meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Don’t stop, Sylas, please make me yours. Fuck me!” Veronica threw her head back allowing Sylas to grab a handful of hair.

  “Please, Veronica, come for me. Come again, I want to come inside you at the same time.” Sylas pulled her hair tightly.

  “My god, Sylas, yes, yes, I’m coming!” Veronica screamed at a volume Sylas was sure his neighbors heard. He thrust one last time releasing himself inside her.
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br />   “I’m coming, Veronica, I’m coming!” Sylas held himself deep inside, feeling their connection.

  The two collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Sylas turned to kiss Veronica. Sylas slid behind her, reaching around he pulled Veronica close to him.

  “Sylas, never leave me. I need you, I feel like a woman for the first time ever. I am yours completely. You are in charge. I will listen to you forever. I love you.” The words escaped her lips to a look of shock came across her face. Sylas leaned over kissing her passionately.

  “I’m never leaving, Veronica. You are just what I needed in my life. I will never lead us in the wrong direction.” Sylas kissed her cheek, settling in for a peaceful night's sleep.

  Chapter 9

  The strong smell of coffee brewing stirred Sylas from his peaceful sleep. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, it took him a second to gain his bearings. Stretching and shaking off his slumber, Sylas woke feeling happy. Sitting in bed recalling the events of the past few days he realized his life took a positive turn. The first dinner shift succeeded despite the reservation issue. He met a woman who not only understood him, but one that wanted the same type of life he did. A clang of pots and pans startled him back to reality. Sylas slid out of bed, heading out to the kitchen wondering what he might find.

  As he walked out of the bedroom the smell of bacon crossed his nose. Was Veronica making breakfast? Can she cook, or is she making a mess out of his kitchen? Sylas slowly peaked around the corner. What he saw made his heart flutter. Veronica stood in front of the stove wearing one of his chef jackets with nothing underneath. The look of her legs disappearing under the bottom of the jacket mesmerized Sylas. He stood, wishing she would drop something so he could fully admire her ass. Veronica wore her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. The sun shining through the window gave her a glow, or perhaps that was the after effects of last night. Sylas just stood silently watching her hustle around. Eggs were cooking in one pan. She cooked the bacon in the oven like a chef would do. He also noticed some toast on the plates on the counter. She seemed to know her way around. As he stood watching her move through the kitchen he realized that nobody cooked him breakfast before.

  “You know, darling, you need to earn those whites?” Sylas approached her from behind.

  “Sylas, shit, you scared me! Ouch! Now I just burned myself.” Veronica startled by his voice accidently touched the pan.

  “I’m sorry, baby; I didn’t mean to scare you. You look so sexy in my jacket and I’ve never had someone make me breakfast. Let me see you finger,” Sylas snapped off the leaf of an aloe plant he always kept in the kitchen. He pressed the leaf against her finger.

  “Wow, you’re a chef and a doctor. I’m lucky.” The look of pain left her face as the aloe soothed her burn, “That’s cold, baby, and I need to earn these whites? I didn’t earn them last night? Now, get out of here so I can finish breakfast,” Veronica held up a spatula shooing him away.

  “Last night was wonderful, and we’ll have many of those nights. If you don’t get the bacon out of the oven it’ll burn.” Sylas walked out of the kitchen, laughing.

  Veronica put the finishing touches on their meal. It had been a long time since she made breakfast for anyone, let alone a chef. She wanted it to be perfect, she wanted to impress him. Doing her best impression of one of his line cooks, she plated the food so it appealed to the eye.

  “Sylas, breakfast is ready,” She called sweetly.

  “It looks amazing, dear. You look amazing. This is the best morning ever.” Sylas took his place at the table.

  Sylas licked his lips, impressed by the how well everything tasted. He looked into the kitchen while he ate. She cleaned everything up already, as well. Veronica washed all the dishes and wiped everything down. Gazing across the table looking at Veronica, he wondered how he could be so lucky.

  “Do you like your breakfast, Sylas?” Veronica hesitated slightly.

  “Yes, it’s wonderful. You did a great job, and you cleaned up. You can cook in my kitchen any day,” he was mopping up his egg yolk with a piece of toast.

  “I think we’ll leave the cooking to the chef. Besides, I love watching you in the kitchen, so sexy. After breakfast, I’m going to head home and then I’ll see you at work tonight.”

  “That’s a good idea; you can’t really show up in the same clothing you wore yesterday,” Sylas finished off the last of the eggs.

  “We will already have everyone talking the way we left the bar last night. Are you alright with that, Sylas? I have a reputation; Tito was somewhat right in what he said about me last night. I have a past, Sylas, one I’m not proud of. I realize now I was searching for something, someone like you. Someone who could see through my wall, let me be soft. When you spanked me last night, I was shocked. Afterwards, I realized that’s what I was missing in my life. I need you to take control both out of and in the restaurant. How is it that someone I just met could make all this come out of me? I have never been this open, Sylas, never,” Veronica spilled her soul wanting all the cards on the table.

  Sylas just sat quietly listening as she poured her heart out. He bore a connection to Veronica. Her past didn’t matter to him; it was just that, the past.

  “Veronica, hush. We both have pasts, things we did we’re not proud of. Those events brought us together. I don’t believe in living in the past. We can only learn from our mistakes and move on. So, let’s move on together,” he spoke softly, trying to soothe her worries.

  “Sylas, this spanking thing, is this the way our life together will be? If I make a mistake, go against your wishes you will spank me?” Veronica hesitated bringing it up. The last thing she wanted was to upset this perfect morning.

  “Yes, Veronica, it will be. As I explained yesterday, I believe in a traditional relationship. We are a team, we will work together, but sometimes it just needs to be my way and that is it. Are you alright with that? Like I told you last night, if you’re not you need to tell me now and we will not pursue this end of our relationship. We will just keep it on the professional level,” Sylas sat up in his chair, anxiously waiting for her response.

  “Yes, Sylas, I want that. I have been expected to be in control at all times. You see through that side of me, the “boss” side. You see the real me, the soft side of me. I want to give myself to you fully. I realized that last night. You are what my life has been missing. It’s your way, Sylas. I want all of you in my life, not just “business” Sylas,” Veronica settled back into her chair smiling at Sylas.

  “Good then that is how it will be,” Sylas got up from the table smiling. He leaned down kissing Veronica on the forehead. He gathered the dirty dishes to finish cleaning up.

  “I will give you warnings when they are needed.” Sylas started washing the dishes. He shook his head in awe of this relationship.

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  Sylas walked up to the door at La Joie. He strutted in ready for another successful night. Making his way past the host area he looked at the reservation log. He noticed some of the reservations were moved around. He smiled, happy they were spaced out better. That meant the kitchen would not have a repeat of last night. Spotting Veronica by the office he stared stunned by her beauty. She wore a grey sweater with a long flowing black skirt. Her hair was pulled up with two hair sticks placed through it holding it up.

  “Veronica, thank you for pacing the reservations better tonight, I appreciate it. We should be able to have a great night tonight with little stress.” Sylas looked at Veronica flashing her a very big smile. .

  “You’re welcome, Sylas. See I listen to your instructions. I need to talk to you before you go back in the kitchen. Something happened and I hope you’re not mad. Let’s go to the office,” Veronica smiled sweetly, batting her eye lashes at him.

  “What now, Veronica, I don’t like surprises.” A stern looked crossed Sylas’s face.

  The two entered the office, Veronica closed the door. When she turned to face Sylas his look sent a chill down her spine. His jaw fle
xed as his nostrils flared. Sylas waited, expecting something serious.

  “Sylas, Tito came in to work today. He apologized and promised he would never treat me like that again. He also said he would apologize to you as well. He was drunk, Sylas, and he needs this job. I didn’t have the heart to say no. He’s been here for a long time,” Veronica paused the conversation for a moment. Sylas clenched his fists, growing angrier by the second.

  “Veronica, I told you last night alcohol was not an excuse for disrespect. I also told you Tito would not work in my kitchen ever again. I wasn’t kidding. You went against my wishes, Veronica, for that you need to be punished.” Sylas turned Veronica bending her over the desk.

  “Sylas, no, not now, please. I just thought this one time we could forgive him,” Veronica braced herself for the upcoming punishment.

  Sylas lifted her skirt exposing her ass to his will. When he did, he saw Veronica tremble slightly. Sylas pulled his hand back, landing the first blow with precision. He could feel her pull away as he stung her with his hand. He needed her to know that going against his wishes would not be tolerated. When he landed the second strike he saw a tear slip down her cheek.

  “Sylas, that really hurts, I get it. I’m sorry please stop. I can’t bear to walk in this skirt with a sore ass,” Veronica looked over her shoulder, as more tears spilled from her eyes.

  Sylas paused for a minute, looking into her eyes. He wanted to let her know this was serious. That this was more than double booking. She allowed someone into his kitchen that lacked respect for them. Sylas took his index finger placing it on the entrance of her puckered hole. He pressed in slowly feeling the tight ring fighting back. With some persistence he slipped his finger in to the second knuckle. Veronica stiffened, surprised as she shuttered at the intrusion. She pulled forward, trying to get away.

  “Don’t fight this, Veronica, or it will only get worse. Do you understand?” Sylas pushed further, her ass gripped his finger tightly.