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“Good girl.” I swatted her ass lightly and nudged her toward the bathroom. “And leave the door open, Sweetheart. To keep us both honest.”
While she went into the bathroom, I went to the fridge and pulled out the experimental mayonnaise Remi had made the other day. It hadn’t turned out half bad and made an excellent egg salad. He had also tried his hand at bread, and while it wasn’t Dyana’s, it was passable. As I peeled the eggs, I looked up to see Dyana in the shower. Water flowed down her body, reawakening my cock.
Deciding I had plenty of time, I pulled it out and started to jack off while watching Dyana. Knowing she couldn’t find any release in this moment that should have been private, and that she had no idea what I was doing, was a massive turn-on for me, so much so that it wasn’t going to take much for me to come. Dyana finished washing her hair and grabbed the sponge to clean her body. As her hands traveled over her breasts and between her legs briefly, she let out a slight moan before moving her hands to less erogenous parts of her body.
That tiny little moan was enough to send me over the edge, and I only had seconds to figure out where I was going to come. Spotting the bowl of hard-boiled eggs, a wicked idea entered my mind. I grabbed it off the counter just in time to catch the cum that exploded from my cock. I bit my lip to keep from making any sound that might alert Dyana to what I did. As soon as I finished, I quickly put the bowl back down and stuffed my cock away.
The water cut off, and in a panic, I quickly scooped mayo into the bowl and began to mash the eggs up. By the time I had the eggs, mayo, and cum incorporated, Dyana came padding out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. My eyes flicked up to her nervously. Would she be able to tell? At my glance,Dyana rolled her eyes and went to toss the towel back into the bathroom.
“You can keep the towel while you eat,” I told her.
“Thank you.”
With another nervous look between her and the egg salad, I decided to bite the bullet and took a quick mouthful of the cummy concoction. I chewed thoughtfully. It wasn’t that bad. There was a... flavor... but it wasn’t overpowering. I didn’t taste half bad. Pleased that I wouldn’t get caught, I split the egg salad between two sandwiches and slid one across the counter to Dyana.
“Egg salad?” Dyana asked.
“Yep. Remy found a recipe for mayo and made a batch.”
“Is it any good?”
“I think it tastes fine, try it.”
Dyana took a tentative bite of her sandwich and moaned, instantly causing my dick to go rock hard again. Holy fuck this was hot.
“What do you think?”
She swallowed her bite, and then her brow furrowed as she processed the flavor. “It’s good. A bit of a weird aftertaste and a little salty, but with some work, Remi could probably fix those problems. It’s also unlocking core memories of weekend lunches at home when my mom would make egg salad. I always liked it when the eggs were still a little warm.”
Relieved I had gotten away with it, I watched her eat the rest of her sandwich, savoring every bite she took while absentmindedly eating my own. When we were done eating, I tied Dyana back to the bed and kissed her. “See you later, Sweetheart. You’re doing so well. It’s almost over.”
I left, and halfway down the stairs, I had to stop and rub one out, coming over the edge.
“How did it go?” Jack asked when I returned to help with the coop expansion.
“Really, really well.”
Dyana
Day Six
This was it—the last day of my punishment. The morning went like it usually did. We got up, ate breakfast, and then I was tied to the bed again. I was pretty sure we were going to need to get another mattress from town because this one now had a permanent impression of my body. At lunchtime, Evan came back to release me from my prison and make me lunch, but instead of edging me to insanity, he tied me back up and left. Honestly, I was relieved. I was so fucking horny that I felt like I might combust any minute. I wasn’t sure that I could handle anymore of their delayed gratification torture bullshit.
When evening finally came around, they trailed in, their arms full of food.
“What’s all of this?” I asked.
“We’re having a romantic dinner,” Jack replied. “We need to make sure you’re properly energized for the night we have planned.”
“What’s on the menu?”
“Deer steak, potatoes, and green beans,” Evan replied as he began to untie me for what I hoped to be the last time. I was going to burn those fucking scarves the first chance I got. And then I’d go through every house in town and burn any more that I found if I had to. “You don’t have to stay naked if you don’t want to, but you won’t hear any arguments from us if you do.” Evan tweaked my nipple and then walked away to help Jack start dinner.
I jumped out of bed and stretched. After being stuck in bed all week, I didn’t really need a fancy dinner to be energized. I had plenty of it buzzing around my body. What I really wanted was a good hard fucking, but I wasn’t going to be pushy about it and risk getting tied up again. For now, I’d play along, but I couldn’t wait for one of them to fuck up and deserve a punishment. I’ve had loads of time to think about it.
For now, I snagged one of their shirts and pulled it over my head. I didn’t want any more layers than necessary in the way when it was orgy time, but I also didn’t want to be completely naked either. “Can I help?”
“Nope,” Bryce said, pulling out one of the chairs at the counter. “Have a seat and let us take care of you.”
