Page 59 of The Secret Club
“I’m just going to grab another chair.” Cook goes back out the door and returns with a similar wooden chair and I wonder for a moment if it was just on the other side of the glass being used by one of the men. I take a moment to consider the people I have met so far. Aside from Tom who hasn’t said a word, the first three men have been much more friendly and welcoming than I had imagined. I don’t know what I was expecting. After all, what kind of men pay to keep a woman captive for a week to fulfil their every kink fantasy—not normal people I had assumed. And now I’m beginning to realise I’ve been proven very wrong.
Cook lowers himself onto the chair in front of me andpushes his glasses back higher onto his nose again. From his rolled-up sleeve I see he has a tattoo of a huge kitchen knife of some kind on his forearm. He has a navy striped apron on, which has a few spots and stains that seem recent.Maybe he is an actual chef in real life, I muse.
“I have prepared a few dishes I hope you love. Forgive me, I may have over indulged a little, but I see it as a celebration having you here, so let’s get started. First we have oysters.” He lifts the covering from a small dish and lowers the plate on the table, we both sit opposite each other, our knees almost touching, the table on the left of us and the trolley to the right. Enclosed in. It’s a bit odd to prepare to eat a meal while not facing the table. To my surprise, he lifts an oyster and angles it so I have to tip my head back before it slides swiftly down into my mouth.
My taste buds are on high alert as the salty, fleshy deliciousness attacks my senses. I love all seafood, yet I hardly ever eat oysters. I smile gratefully at Cook, who takes that as a prompt for the next one.
The next dish is raw kingfish, and I gasp, “Oh that is my favourite.”
Cook smiles widely, “It’s mine too,” seeming pleased at the coincidence.
The next plate he uncovers is a crab pasta bisque which is mouthwatering. Cook curls every piece of pasta onto the fork and lowers it into my waiting open mouth. It feels strangely intimate to be fed like this, least of all because I’m still completely naked. Memories of my time with Connor come back to me but in contrast he loved to make a mess of me and slopped pasta all down my body to eat and lick off me but Cook is careful and precise as he feeds me, not allowing me to drop even the tiniest morsel. Cook drinks me in, watching with a satisfied contentment as I carefully eat each forkful of pasta he offers.
I begin to feel full and start to rub my tummy, “I’m not sure I can eat much more, I’m getting so full now.”
“You are doing so well baby girl. I think you can finish these last two forkfuls for me.” I glance down at the bowl,they would need to be two very big forkfuls,I think to myself. But he manages it, and I manage to chew the delicious pasta down.
I rub my stomach again. Cook, watches with glazed eyes as I rub circles around my bloated stomach. “Here, let me,” he says, as he moves the chair closer and puts a hand on my stomach and begins to rub. It feels oddly soothing. Here is a grown man feeding me and now rubbing my stomach. He begins to rub large circles, and his wrist brushes the underside of my breasts making my nipples pebble.
“I’m looking forward to watching you grow in front of my eyes,” Cook says and I tilt my head to the side a little. Before I can ask what he means by that, he asks, “How are you feeling now, would you like a sip of water?”
“Yes please,” I nod. And he hands me a glass over. I sip the ice-cold water and do feel slightly better like I’ve washed some of my lunch down.
Cook takes a moment to properly take me in, his eyes move from my closed knees to my stomach and up over my breasts where they stop at my tattoo. One of his eyebrows twitches up but he doesn’t say a word as his eyes continue to roam across my chest and rest on my smiling face.
“Are you ready for dessert?” he asks and I realise there is another covered plate left.
“Um.” I’m about to say no, I’m not sure I can fit another morsel in when I remember the rules. Number two, was it? Eat all of Cook’s food. Shit, this is what they meant. What will happen if I don’t? I don’t want to upset or offend him on my first day. So instead, I nod and he looks delighted as he opens the lid and I see a wickedly thick chocolate mousse. “How’d you knowthat’s my favourite!?” I exclaim, forgetting for a minute how on earth I’m going to fit it in.
“I figured all women enjoy chocolate,” he replies, smiling broadly.
I laugh, “Indeed you are right. I do!”
“Open wide baby girl, you deserve this desert for eating all your dinner for me.” I do as he asks and feel a tingle between my legs. What was it about that sentence that has got my clit sparking? As he lowers the spoonful of rich chocolate mousse onto my tongue, I can’t help my gasp of joy as the sweet yumminess fills my taste buds and I close my eyes in heaven. This cake tastes just as good as it looks and smells.
Spoonful after spoonful Cook lowers into my mouth, he is rapt at my obedience and enjoyment, but I do begin to slow down. My stomach is becoming full and distended. I’m rubbing it again and he leans over to rub it too. “My baby girl can finish her mousse for me can’t she?”
“I think so, I have to take a minute to let it go down.” I breathe and he passes me the glass of water to help wash it down.
“Open wide, three more to go,” commands Cook, and I open my mouth.
When I have swallowed the last one, I groan, “I think I’ve made it to Christmas full.”
“Christmas full?” Cook repeats, brows furrowed.
“You know the type of full where you eat so much delicious Christmas dinner that you are filled up to your chin,” I offer as an explanation.
“Ah, I see. So you’re Christmas full. I’ll have to remember that one. You look so beautiful when you’ve eaten so well for me. Here, let me help make you feel better now. Follow me.”
Cook stands and walks towards the bed, he fluffs the crisp white pillows and puts them one on top of each other. He stripsdown to his boxers, showing me his lean pale body. He climbs onto the bed, sitting up, he leans his back onto the pillows and pats between his legs. “Come sit here and I’ll make you feel better.”
I don’t understand what he means but I climb onto the bed in front of him as he guides me to sit with my back to his chest and I lay against him, my head just to the left of his neck, resting on his chest and shoulder. Cook begins to rub slow circles around my full and extended stomach. It feels odd at first but the more he caresses my skin, the more I sink into his warm body. Every now and again, he brushes against my breasts and my focus begins to shift from the fullness in my stomach, to the intermittent touches he leaves against my breasts. Making me want more of those kinds of touches and less on my stomach. We lay there for what feels like 30 minutes at least. I start to feel drowsy from all the food, the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat and his motions. As my eyelids start to become heavy, I see a slight movement to my left.
It’s Tom still sitting in the armchair, cock in hand, just stroking. He is stroking himself watching me being stroked and I wish I was being stroked somewhere else too. Cook seems to notice too. He reaches his right hand down between my folds and dips his fingers into my wetness. He groans too. “You are dripping baby girl,” he growls into my ear.
“I am,” I moan in reply. Raising two fingers from my entrance to my clit, he begins to circle around the bundle of nerves I so need him to touch right now. I look over at Tom and his eyes are now trained on Cook’s fingers. It doesn’t take long before that familiar pleasure is building higher and higher with each circle around my clit. Tom is stroking faster now, as Cook puts a little more pressure on his stroking of me. Tom groans loudly, the first noise I’ve heard from him as lines of hot come pulse out of him onto his hand. And that’s all I need as I moanout Cook’s name and he tips me over the edge of my own electrifying orgasm.
“You come so magnificently for us, Roxy,” Cook says as he dips his fingers into my hot release. He then lifts them to his mouth and sucks, one finger at a time until they are clean. “You are a better delicacy than I could ever prepare. Tom you need to taste our girl.”
