Page 9 of Possessive Greek Chef

“No, not at all,” he answers.

As he speeds through town, I realize that we’re headed to his place. I don’t understand what’s going on, but I’m in the thick of it now with no way to back out. We pull into his parking spot and he gets out of the car. He stands beside it, taking deep breaths for a few seconds, then opens my door and holds his hand out to me.

My legs are shaking as I get out of the car and follow him up the narrow steps to his patio. He unlocks the door and I walk slowly behind him. He makes a beeline for the kitchen and clicks the lights on.

“Why are we…?” I can barely get the words out before he turns and pulls my body against his. He kisses me with a force that teeters the line between lust and aggression. I lose my breath and my head begins to swim. I know that I should protest. We’ve just met and he’s my boss now. This kind of behavior should be unacceptable on both counts but my head has no control over me now. My body is in charge and doesn’t want to resist.

He tugs at my shirt and yanks it over my head, exposing my red silk bra. He takes a second to look at my breasts then drops his head and licks the cleavage that spills over the top while undoing the clasp in the back. I suck in a breath. God, that feels good. With my bra removed, he grabs my breasts with both hands and squeezes. He sucks hard on each nipple, causing the most pleasurable tinge of pain to permeate the sensitive pink skin. I don’t want him to stop.

I’m certain I know what’s coming next so I step outside my comfort zone and reach for the buttons on his pants. He slaps my hand away and says, “Don’t touch,” but slides his hands down my belly and under the waist of my jeans.

“What are you doing?” I pant as he reaches into my panties.

“Finishing my dinner,” he says, sliding my jeans off my hips and onto the floor.

My body quakes as he removes my panties, leaving me naked and exposed. He steps back and examines me, awakening my insecurity. I cross my arms over my chest as an instinctive response to this exposure, but he grabs my arms and pushes them away.

He smirks and says, “The presentation is perfect. Let’s see how it tastes.”

He lifts me off the floor and sets me down on the cold marble counter. He grabs my head in his big hand and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I can’t fight it. I don’t want to but I know what he’s about to do and no man has ever done it before. He licks his way from my neck to my tits then pushes me down on my back.

The feel of his tongue on my belly sends a rush of heat through my veins. He puts his hands between my knees and pushes my legs open. I brace myself as he licks the skin on my inner thighs. There’s an aching between my legs so strong that if he asked me to beg him to lick me there, I would.

His tongue brushes gently against my clit and I arch my back and cry out. He lifts his head and looks up at me. He knows that he has me under his spell and he’s not going to show me any mercy. He takes my hands and holds them tightly.

“Don’t squirm, little girl. I’m gonna make you come,” he says and my body goes limp as he expertly uses his mouth to pleasure me.

I close my eyes and lose myself to the increasing tension building inside me, knowing that soon, the dam will break. My swollen insides become so sensitive that each swipe of his soft tongue sends an electric charge coursing straight to my brain. I’ve thrown all inhibition out the window as I moan and whimper, begging him to finish me.

He lifts his head and taps on my tiny button with his finger. “Are you ready, baby?” he asks and I nod my head frantically. “Tell Daddy what you want, little girl.”

I summon the courage to form the words. I’ve never talked dirty and hope I don’t sound like a fool. “I want you to make me come,” I say, voice thick with desire.

“Say please, baby,” he taunts me.

“Please make me come,” I can hear the desperation in my own voice.

“Are you my little girl? Do you want your daddy to make you come?”

“Yes, please Daddy, make me come,” I can’t believe I said it but I’d say anything to make him finish the job. I don’t care what it sounds like.

He takes my hard clit between his lips and sucks on it until my body convulses and my wetness splashes on the cold, marble beneath me. Tiny explosions go off behind my eyes and I scream as the release envelopes me.

The waves of orgasmic pleasure subside and he leans his body against mine. I feel the stiffness in his pants and wonder if he’s planning to have sex with me, but he gets back up and walks away, leaving me confused. He walks out onto the patio, and I leap off the counter to put my clothes back on. I step outside to find him leaning against the rail, looking out at the water.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

He places his arm around me and pulls me in close. “Everything is perfect,” he says, kissing me on the top of my head.

5

OUR FIRST DATE

ATTICUS

It takes every ounce of strength that I have to keep me from bending her over and fucking her like a crazed monster. As much as I long to be inside her, I don’t want our first time to be an amped-up, rage-fueled encounter. She deserves more than that.

A girl like her should be respected and treated with great care. Our first time should be special, so I forego my own needs and selflessly pleasure her the only way that I know how. Not that I didn’t savor every last drop of her essence on my lips and tongue. I practically shot a load when she called me Daddy.

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