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Story: Bound to the Chef
A ferocious look crosses his face, a mix of lust and need racing through the bond. Sliding his hand up to cup the back of my head, he brings my face down to hover right over his heart. Love blossoms through me as I lap at his salty skin. Soon, he will be just as much mine as I am his.
No, love, he whispers into my mind.Even if you don’t mark me, I will always be yours, now and forever. No bite will ever change that.
He opens up his side of the bond even further, nearly drowning me in love and tender feelings. They’re so at odds with the heat and strength that flows through his fingers, anchoring me to his body. Burying my teeth into his chest, I bite down hard.
Blood taints my tongue, triggering my orgasm. As I clench around him, I feel the strands of our bond growing even stronger. They double on themselves, tripling even, until they’re thick and solid like steel rods, unbreakable, anchoring us together.
I feel the arousal flowing through him, filling me up until I can barely breathe. When he comes, his shouts of pleasure sound so far away. I’m overcome with the sensations as they wash over me, drowning me until all I can see, hear, and taste is him.
Forcing myself to pull away, I place my hand over the wound, feeling his heart race beneath me. Languid, we both lay there as his knot pulses inside me, tying me even closer to him.
Unfortunately, as much as I want to lie there and bask in the afterglow, the moment his knot softens, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me off. I know we have to get ready for the interview, but it’s the last thing on my mind.
All I want to do is lie in bed with him, burrowing into his warmth as we drift in and out of sleep, waking only to fuck, then sleep some more. Turning my face, I rest against him until he forces me to roll off.
“As tantalizing as that thought is, my dear, this is the last thing we have to do to appease the Governing Body. After this, we can spend every off day just lounging about as I fuck you every way a cum slut like you can be fucked.”
My cheeks burn at his name for me, the embarrassment causing another rush of arousal to flood my body. But we can’t indulge in that now. Master Jason made it very clear. Rising, I make my way toward the bathroom as his hand snakes out to grab my wrist.
“You are not showering until this meeting is over. I want them to smell the sex dripping off of you. I don’t want them to have any doubts as to my affection or intention when it comes to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
* * *
Sitting on the couch,I shift about, my panties practically sticking to my body as his cum coats my lower lips. They should be here any minute, and yet, I still want to say fuck all of this and attack my husband, dragging him to the bed.
Since he can read my thoughts, Master Jason says nothing but gives me a dark smile full of promise. As he rises and steps toward me, no doubt in a mood to torture me until the representative gets there, there’s a knock at the door.
A sigh of relief slips through my lips as he sits back down. “Answer it, my little wife. And try not to make it too obvious that your body hums with unmet arousal.”
Resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him, I open the door and show in a short woman wearing a smart suit. She glances at me, giving me a quick look up and down. I note the wrinkle in her nose as she catches Master Jason’s scent as it practically rolls off of me.
Even though we had sex in the bedroom, our whole house smells like it, filled with both of our arousals. Clearing her throat, she sits on the edge of a chair, looking rather uncomfortable. No doubt she worries about sitting in a wet spot or something.
Honestly, as she should. Since that night he claimed me, Master Jason has fucked me in every room and nearly every surface of this house. Before we were mated, I thought his desire for me was insatiable. Now I know the difference.
With quick, perfunctory questions, she goes through her list and nods, fleeing the first chance she can. Laughing, I close the door behind her, but before I can turn around, I feel Master Jason’s bulk behind me, pressing me against the frosted glass.
Internally, I know no one can see us from the outside, but it does nothing to quell my racing pulse as he pulls down my pants and jerks my hips backward. With a quick swipe of his fingers, he pulls my panties to the side, revealing my needy pussy. His cock nudges at my opening, giving me just a hint of warning before he surges forward, nearly knocking me into the glass.
My body burns as he uses me while figures walk back and forth. He knows how much I love an audience, even one that can’t actually see me. Arousal drips from my body, lubricating his movements as he drives in and out.
“You will always be mine,” he grunts out, gripping my hips. “Others can look, but they will never touch. I don’t share my toys, and you, my precious little cum slut, are the most treasured by me. I will always be there to break you, but baby, I will always put you back together again.”
I cry out as his words and feelings slam into me, filling my heart until I’m about to burst. As his sous chef, I was underneath him, even before I realized how kinky he was. Now, as his wife, it means that much more.
Even working side by side, I’ll never be free of my desire for him. With each passing day, it grows more and more, exceeding any expectations I could have ever had. And to think, it all started with an unexpected Halloween wedding.
No, love, he whispers into my mind.Even if you don’t mark me, I will always be yours, now and forever. No bite will ever change that.
He opens up his side of the bond even further, nearly drowning me in love and tender feelings. They’re so at odds with the heat and strength that flows through his fingers, anchoring me to his body. Burying my teeth into his chest, I bite down hard.
Blood taints my tongue, triggering my orgasm. As I clench around him, I feel the strands of our bond growing even stronger. They double on themselves, tripling even, until they’re thick and solid like steel rods, unbreakable, anchoring us together.
I feel the arousal flowing through him, filling me up until I can barely breathe. When he comes, his shouts of pleasure sound so far away. I’m overcome with the sensations as they wash over me, drowning me until all I can see, hear, and taste is him.
Forcing myself to pull away, I place my hand over the wound, feeling his heart race beneath me. Languid, we both lay there as his knot pulses inside me, tying me even closer to him.
Unfortunately, as much as I want to lie there and bask in the afterglow, the moment his knot softens, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me off. I know we have to get ready for the interview, but it’s the last thing on my mind.
All I want to do is lie in bed with him, burrowing into his warmth as we drift in and out of sleep, waking only to fuck, then sleep some more. Turning my face, I rest against him until he forces me to roll off.
“As tantalizing as that thought is, my dear, this is the last thing we have to do to appease the Governing Body. After this, we can spend every off day just lounging about as I fuck you every way a cum slut like you can be fucked.”
My cheeks burn at his name for me, the embarrassment causing another rush of arousal to flood my body. But we can’t indulge in that now. Master Jason made it very clear. Rising, I make my way toward the bathroom as his hand snakes out to grab my wrist.
“You are not showering until this meeting is over. I want them to smell the sex dripping off of you. I don’t want them to have any doubts as to my affection or intention when it comes to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
* * *
Sitting on the couch,I shift about, my panties practically sticking to my body as his cum coats my lower lips. They should be here any minute, and yet, I still want to say fuck all of this and attack my husband, dragging him to the bed.
Since he can read my thoughts, Master Jason says nothing but gives me a dark smile full of promise. As he rises and steps toward me, no doubt in a mood to torture me until the representative gets there, there’s a knock at the door.
A sigh of relief slips through my lips as he sits back down. “Answer it, my little wife. And try not to make it too obvious that your body hums with unmet arousal.”
Resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him, I open the door and show in a short woman wearing a smart suit. She glances at me, giving me a quick look up and down. I note the wrinkle in her nose as she catches Master Jason’s scent as it practically rolls off of me.
Even though we had sex in the bedroom, our whole house smells like it, filled with both of our arousals. Clearing her throat, she sits on the edge of a chair, looking rather uncomfortable. No doubt she worries about sitting in a wet spot or something.
Honestly, as she should. Since that night he claimed me, Master Jason has fucked me in every room and nearly every surface of this house. Before we were mated, I thought his desire for me was insatiable. Now I know the difference.
With quick, perfunctory questions, she goes through her list and nods, fleeing the first chance she can. Laughing, I close the door behind her, but before I can turn around, I feel Master Jason’s bulk behind me, pressing me against the frosted glass.
Internally, I know no one can see us from the outside, but it does nothing to quell my racing pulse as he pulls down my pants and jerks my hips backward. With a quick swipe of his fingers, he pulls my panties to the side, revealing my needy pussy. His cock nudges at my opening, giving me just a hint of warning before he surges forward, nearly knocking me into the glass.
My body burns as he uses me while figures walk back and forth. He knows how much I love an audience, even one that can’t actually see me. Arousal drips from my body, lubricating his movements as he drives in and out.
“You will always be mine,” he grunts out, gripping my hips. “Others can look, but they will never touch. I don’t share my toys, and you, my precious little cum slut, are the most treasured by me. I will always be there to break you, but baby, I will always put you back together again.”
I cry out as his words and feelings slam into me, filling my heart until I’m about to burst. As his sous chef, I was underneath him, even before I realized how kinky he was. Now, as his wife, it means that much more.
Even working side by side, I’ll never be free of my desire for him. With each passing day, it grows more and more, exceeding any expectations I could have ever had. And to think, it all started with an unexpected Halloween wedding.