Page 25 of Shades of Red

She’s breathing heavily, her thighs shaking and turning red and blotchy where I’ve burned her. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. “Oui,” she answers finally. “I can take it.”

Before the caramel has a chance to cool, I quickly streak her skin with the golden syrup, painting her body until she shimmers in the light. She whimpers a little with each pour of the hot liquid on her skin, but that’s the most protest I get out of her. And I can see the sweet creaminess of her arousal flooding onto the table between her legs. My golden girllovesthis. When the caramel has cooled enough not to damage, I drizzle a final stream of it over her pussy, letting it drip into her folds. When I bend down to taste her, I realize I’ve finally found a dessert I can enjoy.

When everything has reached the appropriate temperatures, I whisk a quick batch of whipped cream, fondly remembering the last time I fed her whipped cream. And I think of a way to improve the experience this time. “Open your mouth,” I order, reaching down to unbuckle and unzip my pants. Aurélie’s lips part as she sticks her pink tongue out for her next tasting. I grab her shoulders and pull her over the edge of the table until her head hangs off at an uncomfortable angle. And then I shove my hard cock into her waiting mouth.

She chokes on my length, not expecting to be throat fucked rather than finger fed. “Ah, ah, ah,” I tut when her hands fly up to my hips and try to shove me off her. “Stop fighting, or I’ll wrap my belt around your neck and latch you to the table to keep you from squirming.” She pushes against the intrusion with her tongue, but I simply squeeze her jaw and hold her steady. When I feel her teeth graze my tender skin, I slap my hand against her throat and squeeze hard. “Do. Not. Bite.”

I release my hold on her neck when her struggles finally start to fade and slide my fingers up to her hair, gently petting her head. “Good girl,” I praise. “It’s so much easier when you submit to what I want to give you.” I don’t force my cock any further into her mouth; I just let it sit against her warm tongue. “Now, do you need me to stop, or do you want to be my good little slut and see how far you can take my cock down your pretty throat?”

I wait for a moment, perfectly aware that she can’t answer either question with her mouth full. “If you want me to stop, tap your hand against my thigh. If you want me to fuck your mouth, open up that tight little throat and let me slide into it.” The charged silence that follows is so long that I start to panic that I’ve misread her completely and made the unforgivable mistake of forcing myself on her. But just as I start to pull away and apologize for being an arrogant cunt, I feel her tongue slide along the underside of my shaft as she opens herself up for me.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I sigh before I pull back my hips and thrust deep into her mouth. She whimpers around me, the vibrations driving me mad as I push further into her throat. I feel her gag, but I don’t let up, keeping a rhythm of pulling almost out of her mouth before slamming back in. She lets me use her as hard as I want, her fingers clutching the edges of the table so that she isn’t tempted to tap out.

Since this is the first time I haven’t been focused onherpleasure when we’ve been together, I reach my climax in record time. “Do not swallow,” I growl as I come into the shallow part of her mouth. “Keep my cum in your mouth. If you swallow a single drop, I’ll spank your ass with the flat of my knife before filling your mouth back up again.” When I’ve stuffed her full, I pull away and tuck my still hard cock into my pants.

“Open up. Let me see that filthy fucking mouth.” Carefully, she opens her lips and lets me see the white cum swirling around in her pink mouth. “Keep it open and don’t spill.” I walk to the fridge and grab the pint of vanilla ice cream from the freezer. I hold it by her chin and fist her hair to turn her head to the side. “Spit,” I order. She does, sloppily pouring my cum and her spit into the ice cream. Vanilla has never looked so delectable.

I go to peel my spiced chocolate from the wax paper and place the rectangular strip on Aurélie’s stomach. She’ll be helping serve dessert tonight. I use a wet spoon to scrape a cylindrical scoop of cum ice cream from the container and gently place it on the sheet of chocolate. Aurélie starts to writhe as the ice cream quickly melts and trickles down her hips. I smack her thigh with the cold, metal spoon, leaving a circular bloom of red and a smear of sticky cream on her skin.

“Stop squirming,” I command in a tone that would rival Chef Matis’ sternness. “You’ll ruin the plating.”

“I’m not a fucking plate,” she bites back, moving her hand to rubthe sting from her thigh. I bring the spoon down even harder on her other thigh, loving her small shriek of pain when the metal makes contact with her skin.

“You are whatever Iwantyou to be,” I growl while digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her upper thigh. “Now, stop wrecking my dessert, or I’ll use this spoon on your pussy.”

I drizzle the warm cherry syrup over the ice cream, loving the contrast of the red against the white. I want to see her whole body painted in red. I add a few dollops of whipped cream to the chocolate, appreciating the height and texture they add to the dish. The apartment is so warm that the ice cream has dripped all the way down to Aurélie’s cunt. I’m mesmerized as a single drop of white drips between her pink folds, sliding over her clit. The moment the melted ice cream slips over her sensitive skin, she shifts, lifting her hips into the air. It’s clearly an instinctive action, but I’ll punish her for it just the same.

“I told you not to move,” I scold.

“I d?—”

I cut off whatever excuse she was going to make when I slap the back of the spoon against her pussy hard enough to sting. She gasps when the metal makes contact with her sensitive skin. She tries to stop me by pulling her legs closed, but I slap her thigh again and pry her open.

“Stop.” I spank her right on top of her wet entrance. “Fucking.” I slide the spoon up to her clit and smack her again. “Moving.” I rub the icy metal over her clit until she starts to moan, slapping her pussy every time she moves out of position. And I don’t let up until she’s learned to take the spanking without disturbing the ice cream plated on her stomach.

“Good girl,” I praise when she finally manages to lie still in spite of her punishment. I run the edge of the spoon through her folds gently, slipping down to circle her entrance. I press in slightly, tempting herwith the threat of being penetrated with the metal. She doesn’t pull away from me. In fact, her hips rise slightly to beg for more. My brows arch in surprise, and I press a little further, sliding the smooth tip of the spoon into her dripping hole. Aurélie keens, the sound desperate and needy.

I laugh at her wanton eagerness, fairly certain I’ve been lucky enough to find a girl as twisted as I am. “Is my sweet little slut so desperate to be filled that she’d fuck herself on my spoon?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.

“Yes, please, chef,” she pleads, spreading her legs wider.

She has ice cream dripping down her pussy, and her own sweet cream is spilling onto the table. She’s a fucking feast meant to be devoured. And I’m so goddamn tempted to do just that. But this is a challenge, and I want victory just a little bit more.

“It’s a shame my ice cream is starting to melt all over your pretty warm skin, or I just might do you the favor, ” I tease, pulling the spoon away from her while she whimpers in disappointment. “As it is, you’ll have to settle for taking my cock in your sweet cunt after you’ve tasted my dessert.”

The spoon in my hand is drenched in her pussy juices. Unable to resist, I bring the warm metal to my lips. There’s still a hint of cherry from the sauce mixing with her arousal, and she tastes intoxicating and sweet. I lick my lips clean while moving on to the final components of my dessert.

I dip the spoon into the bowl of salted caramel and pour smooth, silky ribbons of gold on top of the ice cream. Then I grab a stemmed maraschino cherry from my cocktail cabinet and pop the cherry on top of the mound of ice cream like an artist putting their finishing touch on a masterpiece. It’s the first ice cream sundae I’ve ever made, and it looks fucking delicious melting all over my golden girl’s perfect skin.

Using the back of the spoon, I give a hard tap against the chocolateon Aurélie’s stomach. She flinches as the chocolate breaks into pieces with a satisfyingcrackand leaves shards of darkness on her skin. I scoop up a piece of chocolate and dip into the cum-soaked ice cream before running through the cherry sauce, caramel, and soft piles of cream. With every element wrapped into one bite, I put the same spoon that’s been rubbed all over Aurélie’s pussy to her lips. “Time to eat, beautiful.”

She parts her lips and opens for me. Just to be a dick, I make sure I’m as messy as possible as I slide it into her mouth, painting her red lips with chocolate and cream. She moans as the flavors burst on her tongue, and I can’t help a small grumble of approval as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick the last of the sweetness from them.

I feed her another large bite before dipping down and running my tongue over the skin of her stomach, lapping at the deconstructed sundae as it quickly melts and streaks down her stomach and over her hips. The chocolate is bitter enough to balance out the sweetness, the spiciness of the pepper plays well with the cream, and the boozy cherry syrup adds enough acid to cut through the fattiness of the dessert. I’m not a chef pâtissier,but this fucking works.

“What do you think?” I ask when I’ve finished feeding her everything while licking and nibbling on her skin. All that’s left is sticky trails of sugar running over her stomach and down her pussy and thighs.

“It’s good,” she answers as she licks remnants of cherries and cream off her lips. “It might even be the best glace I’ve ever had. But is it the best dessert I’ve ever had?” A smug smile stretches across her swollen lips. “Probably not.”

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