Page 24 of Shades of Red

She knew exactly what she was doing when she picked this little challenge. And I’ll make sure she’s eating more than her words before I’m through with her. “No talking,” I snap. “I’m concentrating.”

“It looks more like you trying to figure out how to make meringue without sugar or eggs. Which would be attempting the impossible,” she adds with a smug smile.

“Do you want a damn spanking?” I growl. “I said no talking.” Her smug smile of response makes me want to draw blood. “In fact, I think you’ve lost the privilege of sight too. Lay down on the table.”

“Why?” she asks, making no move to obey.

“Because Ifucking said so. Would you like me to give you a better reason to listen? Because I’m more than willing to hurt you right now.”

She huffs in annoyance, but makes no reply as she carefully lies down on the table. She’s able to fit from her head to her calves, but her bare feet dangle off the table. I grab my favorite knife from the wooden block by the stove and bring it over. I let her feel the gentle hum of danger as I hold the blade over her body before taking the sharp edge and sliding it down her dress from her breasts to her stomach. The red material splits open, revealing her pale skin underneath. I want nothing more than to paint her skin red, but that will have to wait.

She squirms as I drag the knife from her belly button, over her mound, and down to the hem of her dress lying at her upper thighs. Her shift of movement makes me knick the skin on her stomach. A thin line of blood forms, and I can’t help but fixate on the lovely sight of it before bending down to lick her clean. “Oops,” I fake apologize for the cut even as my tongue flicks out and swipes the last of her blood from my lips.

Tearing a scrap of red silk from her already ruined dress, I bring it to her face. “Lift your head,” I order, wrapping the material around her eyes and tying it at the back of her head. “Much better.” Without her judgmental gaze, I can allow myself to fully appraise her naked bodyin the light. Her milky skin is perfect, too perfect. It makes me want to get her absolutely filthy. “Bend your knees. I want to watch your cunt leak onto the table while I work.”

She obeys, resting her feet flat on the table and bringing her heels up to her ass. I can’t resist bending low to run my tongue through her spread folds. “Good girl,” I praise with a smile on my wet lips. Then I turn to my disaster in the kitchen.

I settle on an ice cream sundae. Given my limited choices, that seems like the best I can do. I pit the dark red cherries and cut them into halves before adding them to a sauce pan with water, a bit of sugar, and a heaping helping of Amaretto. It will make a very boozy cherry sauce that shouldn’t be too sweet. I walk over to Aurélie and feed her a piece of fresh cherry, loving the way her lips wrap around my fingers when she eats from my hand.

“Like it?” I ask while she devours the fruit.

“Oui,” she sighs happily. “More, please?”

She must be starving after our long day in the kitchen. Even though we spend most of our week cooking, we rarely get a chance to eat. I feed her a few more pieces before going back to stir my pot of sauce. Feeling particularly devious, I dig through my produce drawer in the fridge until I find a small, red cayenne pepper. It’s spicy as hell, but pairs very well with dark chocolate. Aurélie expects another cherry when she bites into the tip of the chili I put to her lips.

“Putain!” she swears, choking on the spiciness prickling against her tongue. “What the fuck, Grey?”

“What is it, golden girl? Can’t handle the heat?” She tries to sit up, but I press her back down with the tip of my knife. The knife is so sharp that a small bead of blood blooms on her sternum. I resist the urge to lick it away because I like the sight of red on her skin.

“It’s burning!”

“I know it is. But you like a little pain, don’t you?”

“If you don’t fix itrightnow, I will take that fucking knife and stab it into your goddamn balls.”

“Fine,” I laugh, getting the milk liter from the fridge and uncapping it. “But threaten my balls one more time, and I’ll rub this pepper all over your sweet little nipples before fucking you with it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I get it,” she pleads. “Just fix it, please.”

“That’s more like it. Open up,” I demand, holding the milk carton over her mouth. She does as I ask without complaint, and I pour the milk into her mouth. It’s messy, white spilling over her lips and down her chin as she sputters and tries to get it down without choking. I stop pouring when she finally stops squirming. “Better?”

She nods her head. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,chérie.” I wipe the milk from her chin with my thumb before continuing with the peppers.

I slice the pepper into small circles, careful not to let my skin come into contact with the insides. The capsaicin always makes my skin burn, and it takes ages to remove the oil from my hands. I put the peppers into a small bowl with broken pieces of dark chocolate. Setting the bowl over a pot of simmering water, I allow the ingredients to melt and meld slowly. When it’s fully melted, I strain out the pepper pieces and brush the chocolate into thick layers over wax paper. When it cools, it will function as an edible serving dish.

With a devious spark of inspiration, I bring the bowl of still hot chocolate over to Aurélie and drape ribbons of dark chocolate over her tits. She whimpers when the heat of the chocolate makes contact with her skin, but it cools quickly enough not to sting for too long. I paint her with chocolate until her pebbled nipples are covered, and then I bend down and suck each one clean. Unable to resist, I take one tender nipple between my teeth and bite down until she shrieks, the sound of it making my cock even harder than it already was.

I run my finger through a rivulet of chocolate on her skin and bring it to her lips. “Suck,” I command. After a small moment of hesitation she does, sucking my finger deep into her mouth. Just to taunt her, I press my finger deeper until I’m stoking the back of her throat. I let her gag before pulling away. “How does it taste?”

She smacks her red lips together, trying to decipher what she’s eaten. “It’s bitter. And spicy. There’s no sugar. No sweetness.”

“Exactement. But don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of sugar soon.”

I get another clean saucepan and put it on the burner before filling it full of sugar. I cook it low and slow, stirring constantly until it melts. I take it off the heat and add a generous amount of butter as the pot bubbles and sizzles, mixing until everything is incorporated. Lastly, I add cream and sprinkle some flakes of sea salt. Again, I bring the pan over to Aurélie’s body, the caramel sauce still so hot it can burn. And with that intention, I drizzle the caramel over her thigh.

She screams, the sound of it rich with pain, full bodied and sweet. It’s the sound I’ve been waiting to hear all night. “Can you take it,chérie?” I ask, not giving her a moment to respond before dripping caramel over her other thigh. “Can you burn for me?”

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