"I love you too," I replied lovingly to his "love you" before he headed upstairs to work.
The sound of his footsteps faded, and I turned my attention to the tasks waiting for me. I let my hands move on their own, completing one after another.
Eventually, the clock told me it was time to leave for the cooking lesson. I reminded myself over and over—be normal. Don't look desperate. He... might make a move. I slowed halfway down the street. I leaned back slightly, taking a breath, telling myself the rules I'd made in my head. If he makes a move, then fine… I'll deal with it. But I am not going to act like some needy woman begging for action. Not going to look like someone who's just waiting for it.
The walk to the gate was short, and Lina was nowhere to be seen. The moment I realized Lina wasn't here yet, my pulse picked up. I told myself it didn't matter, that I wasn't going to act desperate. Yet the thought slid into my mind and refused to leave. This could be a chance to be alon-
Before I could complete my thoughts, my legs started moving, the pavement getting blurred beneath my feet. My body was ahead of my brain, already starting to react to moments that had not even happened yet. Just the possibility was enough to make me feel wet and turned on.
I reached the door, and my heart was already running a marathon. My fingers sweating as I raised my hand to knock. Just standing there made me hornier, knowing that in a second the door would open and I'd have to pretend to be innocent while my body was begging for something else entirely.
I knocked softly, then smoothed my hair, lips curling into the polite smile I'd prepared. The knob turned. My cunt tightened.
And then—
"Woooooof!"
I jumped so hard my chest nearly smacked the doorframe. I spun around and there she was — Lina — doubled over, laughing so hard she was leaning over the wall for support. He stood in the doorway, looking completely clueless about what was going on.
"Lina?? God, I almost got a heart attack," I blurted, trying to calm my heartbeat.
She kept laughing, wiping her eyes, and I turned back toward the open door, meeting his gaze for the briefest second. My chest felt tight. That stupid prank had just ripped apart the moment I'd been building up to, the one I'd been preparing myself for the entire walk here. The frustration twisted in my stomach. I shot Lina an irritated look — not because of the prank, but because she'd ruined some speci...
"That's payback for you scaring the shit out of me yesterday," she said between giggles.
"Yeah, whatever," I muttered, rolling my eyes and stepping inside the house.
She followed behind, still laughing, and then hooked her arm around mine. "I'm sorrrryyy," she sang in an exaggerated voice, leaning into me like she was trying to win me back.
I sighed, the corner of my mouth twitching despite myself. "Alright, alright. Apology accepted." The words came out half-hearted, but it was enough to satisfy her.
Inside the kitchen, I stood with the apron clutched in my hands. The fabric was warm from my grip, my knuckles white as I twisted it tighter and tighter. I told myself not to be stupid. Not to stand here like some needy woman, handing him the perfect excuse to put his hands on me. I should just try tying it myself. I should.
But my fingers wouldn't move. My mind spun, fighting itself—half of me wanting to stay in control, the other half aching to feel his touch again. Just the thought of him standing behind me, close enough for his breath to brush my neck, was enough to make my body throb.
And then Lina's voice cut across the room. "Chefff, help her out with the apron!"
My eyes snapped to her, narrowing, giving her slightly annoyed look, telling her I didn't need any help. But under the irritation, there was that hot, thankful look. She'd just given me exactly what I wanted, even if she had no idea or... maybe she did.
I heard him walking up behind me. I could feel him before he even touched me, his presence pushing the air out of my lungs. My stomach tightened, and I made myself stare forward, pretending to focus on the counter.
He slid the strings around my waist, his knuckles grazing my hips as he pulled them behind me.
The knot should have taken seconds, Right? Instead, it was taking forever—and I knew damn well why. His fingers slowly drifted against my sides, moving upward until his palm rested just under my ribs. Then, smooth as anything, his hand slid inside the apron.
I stiffened, my heartbeat jumping. His palm climbed higher, warm and unhurried, until it met my innocent tits. My knees softened, my thighs drawing closer together as his thumb teased over my nipple through the thin layer of cloth.
He was gently squeezing them unlike last time. I pressed my lips shut to keep the sound in. Even though lina was right here, I didn't feel scared. I was more focused on standing as still as possible, trying my best to quietly enjoy the pleasure, but my back arched slightly anyway.
He fondled them slowly. His other hand worked the strings lazily, the excuse for why he was still so close. Every squeeze sent another rush of heat low in my belly.
"Hmm…" Lina's voice broke in, teasing, "I wonder what's taking you guys so long."
I scrambled for control. "O-Oh… it's just…" My voice caught, and I forced it steady, "he tied it too tight, so now he's… loosening it."
Her gaze slid over me, down to my chest. My stomach dropped. Did she notice? Was it visible? Could she tell? My mind raced, but his fingers didn't stop, quietly pinching my nipples.
Lina's mouth tilted into a knowing smirk. "Okay… if you need my help, let me know. Though I don't think you'd want it." She turned her back with a little laugh.
I dropped my gaze in a hurry. Nothing looked out of place. She was probably just messing with me. I risked a quick glance over my shoulder. He caught my eye, one brow lifted, as if silently saying, We almost got caught.
He tied the apron snugly, this time not daring to push his luck with Lina watching. I caught the faintest smirk on his lips before he stepped back. The lesson began, he was busy explaining each step, his hands moving over the ingredients like he was conducting an orchestra. I pretended to follow along, but my head was somewhere else entirely. My body wasn't thinking about the food or the chopping or the simmering. It was hungry for something else.
Halfway through, my patience snapped. I set the spoon down and turned toward Lina. "Hmm… Lina, why don't we take a little breather? Like last time, remember you said? Maybe play some fun games?" I tried my best to sound as normal as I could, hoping I didn't make it too obvious with my desperation.
Her eyes flicked to my face. She studied me for a second, then her lips smirked into a knowing smile. "Surrre… let's do that. So, what should we play?"
I swallowed, hard. "I… don't know. You're good with ideas, right?"
She tapped her chin like she was thinking. "Alright, let me think—"
Before she could finish, his voice slid into the space between us. "I've got an idea."
Lina turned to him with interest. "Oh? Let's hear it."
He explained it, but there was something in his eyes that made my pulse quicken. Just a simple food tasting game, blindfolded—guess the ingredient and win. Lose and get a punishment.
Lina grinned. "Perfect. So… who's getting blindfolded first?"
Her gaze landed squarely on me. "Yeah, your punishments are still pending, right? Guess it'll be you."
I tried to play along, but the words slipped out before I could stop them. "Hmm… yeah, but I find this game a little boring."
That's when I felt it—a warm, heavy hand on my shoulder. He leaned slightly closer, his voice low, "Trust me… you're going to remember this game for the rest of your life."
The heat in his words sent a shiver all the way down my womb. I understood exactly what he meant, even if Lina didn't. My lips opened slightly, and I nodded. "Alright…"
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on a chair, my wrists resting on my lap, a soft cloth sliding over my eyes, cutting off the light. My heart drummed against my ribs as darkness closed in. I could hear them moving around me, the faint sound of a chair scraping back, something being set on the counter. The scent of food was there.
Lina's cheerful voice broke the silence. "Alright, first round. Open your mouth."
I hesitated, lips opening slowly. Every nerve in my body felt awake, stretched thin with anticipation.
"Three wrong guesses in a row," she added, her tone playful, "and you lose. There will be punishment."
I heard the smile in her voice. I tried to mirror it, though my voice came out a little tighter than I intended. "Alright… I'm ready."
Something small and soft brushed against my lips. I opened wider, letting it rest on my tongue. It was sweet, cool, melting instantly against the warmth of my mouth. Chocolate. I chewed carefully, savoring it before speaking. "Chocolate truffle."
"Correct," Lina laughed.
The second was different, something crisp and tangy, the juice filling my mouth the moment I bit into it. "Green apple slice," I guessed, and heard another pleased hum from her.
The third was creamy and cold, sliding over my tongue before I even closed my mouth. "Vanilla ice cream," I said, smiling when she confirmed it.
I was getting comfortable. The game felt simple enough.
Until the next thing pressed against my lips.
It was warm. Heavy. Fat and thick enough to make me pause. My lips parted hesitantly, and it slid forward, stretching them more than any food had so far. My tongue pressed against it, feeling the smooth, firm surface.
My pulse jumped.
W–what is this.
It filled my mouth in a way that was too suggestive, too dirty for my thoughts not to twist in a certain direction. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my cunt pulsed, shame washing over me just as quickly. No… it cannot be that. It does not taste like that. It was faintly flavored, but not with the sharp saltiness I dreaded. And he would never dare in front of Lina.
It withdrew, leaving me unsettled.
I paused for a few seconds, weighing the taste and texture, then decided to trust my gut. "Was it… sausage?" I asked.
Lina clapped her hands together, her voice bright with praise. "Bravo! You're quick."
Before I could even enjoy the small wave of pride, somehting pressed past my lips. Fingers. Two thick fingers coated in a layer of sweet cream. The texture of the skin was unmistakable, the blunt tips gliding over my tongue as the cream dissolved in my mouth. I did not know whose fingers it was… but I could guess. The nails were short, almost gone, the skin rough and broad. It was probably his.
I told myself it was fine. It was part of the game. If I sucked on them, it meant nothing. I was just trying to guess.
I closed my lips around them, swirling my tongue to catch every trace of cream, feeling the subtle lines and ridges of his skin. My throat tightened, my pulse loud in my ears.
I pulled back enough to speak, forcing a light tone. "This was hard… but I think it's peanut butter."
Lina clapped and laughed. "Wow, you're doing awesome."
Her encouragement made me flush hotter.
Suddenly, Lina's voice came again.
"Oh, I'm getting an important call," she said. "I'll be back in a few minutes, so you two keep going."
Though I didn't hear the phone ring, I stayed quiet, listening as her footsteps crossed the floor. A door creaked open, and her voice faded into oblivion, leaving only the steady hum of the thick tension around me.
I did not need to remove the blindfold to know we were alone. The silence felt different now.
A low voice came from far too close, right on my ear. "So… let's continue. I hope you are ready. If not, you can just give up," he said, the tone slow and seducing. "But I am sure you don't like giving up. You are not a weak woman, Right?"
I stayed seated. My wrists curled in my lap, heart beating fast. I could feel the heat of him somewhere in front of me, waiting... for my answer.
My lips slowly dragged upward into a filthy, excited smile, and my mouth opened, drawing out each word with something dirty. "I am ready," I breathed, the arousal inside me at its peak.
The fun starts from next part ;)