Page 14 of Warped
CHAPTER 13: TRAVEN
T here are a lot of warpers out there who expect their companions to prepare their meals. Not me. I like to cook things myself. Rek says it’s because I’m a control freak, but that isn’t the case. Not entirely, at least. The truth is, I find it soothing. It’s a way to release the tension I inevitably experience when traveling through the Warp.
Of course, there are other ways of achieving my release. That’s what Binx is for. But a man can’t live on pussy alone. And a woman can’t live on…
Well, you get the idea.
Today, I’ve decided to make eggs Benedict for breakfast. It’s one of my favorite things to cook, and over the past few cycles I’ve really perfected my recipe. I use lobster instead of ham, and a special Cajun-style hollandaise sauce that has just the right amount of kick to it.
I wouldn’t say it’s better than sex, but it’s pretty damn close. And like sex, you gotta take your time with it.
The lobster’s already cooked, leftovers from last night, so I’m just letting it warm up in the oven while I prepare the sauce. Pan of water. Rolling boil. Glass bowl on top. Egg yolks. Whisk. If you let the stuff come into direct contact with the heat, you’ll end up with scrambled eggs instead of hollandaise. Once the yolks start to get nice and creamy, I drizzle in some melted butter, nice and slow. Then I sprinkle in some of my homemade Cajun seasoning.
Fuck, that smells good .
Once the mixture is nice and thick, I turn down the heat and leave the sauce over the steam bath to keep it good and warm. Then I pop the English muffins into the toaster. I’m just getting started on poaching the eggs, when Binx comes storming down the stairs.
She looks pissed.
And sexy.
She’s dressed in a robe. Not the silk one she had on yesterday. This one’s made from white terry cloth, and it’s cut nice and short, giving me a wonderful view of her plump thighs. Her skin is still pink from the shower, and her dark hair is still damp. Her eyes are blazing like a pair of blue flames.
I was already rocking a half-chub—pretty standard here in the Warp—but the sight of Binx jouncing down the stairs sends me into full-on Diamond Mode. It’s all I can do to keep from whipping my cock out and jacking it right there in front of her.
Or better yet, shoving her up against the wall and fucking that bitchy expression off her face.
What the hell’s she so upset about anyway?
I have a feeling I’m about to find out. She marches right up next to where I’m working, sets her tiny fists atop her not-so-tiny hips, and glares up at me with a feminine fury that makes my cock throb with desire. I know it’s a cliche to say it, but she really is pretty when she’s angry.
No, not pretty…
She’s fucking gorgeous .
Her skin smells fresh and clean from her recent shower, but underneath the aroma of soap and shampoo, my Warp-sensitive nose can pick up all of her natural odors. Sweat and pheromones and that bittersweet arousal leaking between her legs.
She might be angry, but she’s also horny, and so am I. She wants that dick, and if she’s not careful, she’s gonna get it, along with a great big load of hot cum. It’s been hours since I last spilled my seed inside her, and my poor balls feel like they’re about to fucking explode.
“What’s up?” I ask.
I’m half expecting her to make a comment about the big boner I’m sporting. The only thing I’m wearing at the moment is a pair of gray sweatpants, and the front is tented with my very obvious arousal. But somehow, she hasn’t noticed that yet. Her angry eyes are still locked on my face.
“Were you watching me take a shower?” she asks.
“You could say that…” I nod toward a screen on the kitchen wall, which is still displaying a live image of the now-empty bathroom. “ Or you could say I was watching you masturbate in the shower. That would probably be more accurate.”
Her face turns as red as a lobster.
Which reminds me.
I open the oven to check on the food. It looks like it’s ready. I pop a piece into my mouth to test it. It’s the perfect temperature, and so tender it practically melts in my mouth. I slide the tray out and set it on a pad on the counter.
Meanwhile, Binx is still staring at me, red-faced and wide-eyed.
“I can’t believe you would do that,” she says. “What makes you think it’s okay to watch someone while they’re…” She pauses, and I can hear her inhaling through her sexy little nose. “Wait, is that lobster? ”
“Yes it is.” I turn around to face her fully. “And to answer your first question, it’s my damn ship, so I can do whatever the hell I want.”
Her eyes shift from the lobster to the tent at the front of my pants. She gets flustered, and it takes her a few seconds to remember that she’s supposed to be angry at me. She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off.
“For your information, I’ve watched lots of women touch themselves in that shower. It never bothered anyone else. Are you sure you’re really an experienced Warp companion?”
She doesn’t answer.
I take a step toward her, and I can see the goosebumps that suddenly appear on her skin.
“You wanna know the real reason I was watching you? It wasn’t because I wanted to see you touching your tight little pussy. It’s because I don’t trust you, Binx—if that even is your real name. You used fake pictures on your profile, and I’m fairly certain you’ve never been a Warp companion before. You’re up to something, and until I find out what it is, I’m not letting your sexy little ass out of my sight.”
That’s only half true. I don’t trust her, but that ain’t the only reason I’m not letting her out of my sight.
For a long moment we just stand there, staring each other down, the tension thick between us.
The toaster pops.
“As long as you’re here,” I tell her, “you might as well make yourself useful. Plate up those English muffins for me. There are dishes in the cupboard there.”
Then, as I turn to check on the eggs, I get an unexpected twinge of protectiveness.
“And be careful,” I add. “They’re hot.”
“Calm down, Dad,” Binx says sarcastically. “I’m not a little girl, you know?”
She certainly isn’t. As she stands on her tiptoes to reach the dishes, the edge of her robe rides up, revealing her bare rump. I’m tempted to say to hell with the eggs and feast on that perfect ass instead, but somehow I manage to stay focused on the task at hand.
Once the eggs are finished poaching, it’s time to assemble all the ingredients. Binx has the English muffins prepped—two perfectly toasted halves on each plate. I top that with the lobster, then the eggs, and finally a generous drizzle of spicy hollandaise. As a finishing touch, I sprinkle on a few bits of chopped chives. I’m not one to brag, but it looks pretty damn good, and it smells even better.
Almost as good as Binx. Almost …
We carry our plates over to the kitchen island to eat. Binx sits down on a high stool. I stand across from her, my hard cock pressing against the side of the counter to keep it pinned down.
“What about Rek?” she asks, looking around. “Isn’t he going to join us for breakfast?”
“Rek’s shopping,” I tell her. “He said he was gonna grab a quick bite while he was out, so it’s just you and me for now.”
“Shopping?”
Her quizzical expression confirms that this is her first time riding the Warp. If she’d done it before, she would already know what I’m talking about.
“Yeah, shopping. There are way stations positioned all throughout the Warp. We’ve stopped at one of them, and Rek has gone aboard to pick up a few items.”
Binx’s eyes get really wide when she hears that.
“We’re stopped?” she almost shouts. “But we have to get to Caldera!”
“Calm down, woman. We’ve been making good time, so we’re slightly ahead of schedule. We’ll arrive at Caldera on time. Why are you in such a hurry to get there, anyway?”
“I… I just don’t want you to miss your delivery, that’s all.”
Yeah right.
This woman is many things, but a skillful liar is not one of them. I need to investigate further. Get to the bottom of what she’s really doing on my ship.
“Coffee?” I ask.
“Oh, yes please.”
I walk over to the coffee maker and pour out two cups of rich, dark brew. Then I carry them back over to the island where we’re having breakfast. Instead of sliding Binx’s cup across the island to her, I walk around beside her and set it next to her plate.
Not too close, though. I don’t want it to get knocked over.
Binx is just starting to dig into her breakfast. I watch as she uses her fork to break open the poached egg. The creamy yolk oozes out, mixing with the hollandaise as it drips down over the lobster and muffin. She lifts a forkful into her mouth and moans in ecstasy. My cock leaps at the sound.
“I have to admit,” she says once she’s chewed her food and swallowed. “You’re a pretty good coo— ah! ”
Before she can reach for her coffee cup, I yank the stool out from under her. She lands on her feet, with her hands braced on top of the island for balance.
“Hey!” she shouts. “What the hell?”
The thing about us warpers, we can move pretty fast when we want to. One second is all I need to make three quick moves. First, I push my sweatpants down my thighs. Second, I pull Binx’s bathrobe up past her ass. And third, I shove my hard cock into her wet pussy with so much force it brings her to her toes. She cries out in shock and pleasure as my dick bottoms out inside her.
“Traven!” she gasps. “What are you doing?”
“I’m interrogating you,” I growl.
Then I proceed to fuck her, hard and deep.