4. Gifts of Desire
GIFTS OF DESIRE
SAUL
It’s date number four; this is the one private encounter we’re granted. It guarantees no cameras and no interruptions. Once I found out, I decided I needed to hear my girl come tonight.
It’s wild that I think of her that way, but that’s who she is—my girl.
When my hublight comes in, and I know she’s there, I wait to hear her reaction to the gifts I left her.
“Oh, Saul! Is all this for me?”
“Of course, sweetheart, who else would I leave gifts for?
I left everything Tessa needed to relax on the couch and lower her inhibitions just enough for me to touch her sexually without touching her at all. I left a Bluetooth speaker that will play some D’Angelo in the background when I press play. I left her a dozen chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of my favorite Rose. I ordered a soft cashmere blanket in her favorite color, purple, and a matching satin nightie. I can only imagine how she will look in the baby doll negligee.
I hear a gasp and figure she’s opened the La Perla Box with the lingerie. “How did you know my size?”
I chuckle. “ I didn’t. I just told Gavin’s PA to buy it in your size. I knew Wardrobe had it.”
She pauses. “So you want to know my size? Is this a way for you to find out if I’m your type?”
I quickly move to the wall and hope she feels my nearness. “Tessa, I don’t care what you look like, baby, because I know you’re beautiful. Your inside is too pretty for your outside, but not too much. I bought you that lingerie because I wanted you to feel sexy. If you allow me tonight, I want to make you come.”
Her voice hitches, and then she chuckles. “Now, Mr. Mensah, I’ve heard of magic dick, but I don’t think even yours can get me off through a wall.”
I snort. “Cute. No, sweetheart, I’m going to get you off with my words; now change and get ready.”
“Okay, bossy,” she teases. “Well, what are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing my favorite jeans and nothing else.” I press play on the speaker remote, and D’Angelo’s “Cruisin’” starts to play.
“Hmmm,” she hums, “I love that song.” When I hear her shuffling around, I smile. A moment later, she announces, “I’m done. Now what?”
“Have you taken your panties off? I need that pretty pussy bare for what I have in mind.”
“Yes, Saul,” her voice shakes, and I know she’s just as turned on as I am.
“Now, sweetheart, I need you to lay down on your back and listen to every word I say.”
"All right," she replies softly as I picture her settling onto the cashmere blanket. Her touch becomes real in my mind—velvety softness against her skin, warmed by the shared heat bridging this virtual space between us.
"Close your eyes," I guide gently. "Feel each breath filling your lungs as your chest rises… then falls again slowly."
My words paint vivid pictures meant solely for Tessa without any distractions. "Imagine my fingers tracing along your jawline… slowly down your neck… across your collarbone. Can you feel them there? Softly skimming over your sensitive skin?"
Her breath hitches just slightly. "Yes," she replies breathlessly.
"Good girl," my voice rewards as if physically present. Now let your hands wander… over your shoulders… down your arms… and over your waistline… resting momentarily on your hips before continuing their way down. Feel the warmth of your touch as it travels across your body, reminding you of who you are—strong and sensual, mine."
She whimpers my name, and my dick gets so hard I think it may break.
"Now, imagine my voice as it caresses every part of you," I continue softly, anchoring her to this moment where only our minds are connected across time and space. "Imagine me whispering sweet nothings into your ear… words that make you tremble… make you wet, like how good I know that sweet juicy pussy is going to feel wrapped around Daddy’s dick. How I’m going to fuck you to sleep and then wake you up in the morning with my head between your thighs.
“Oh shit…” she moans.
I feel the connection growing stronger with every word, and I want to make sure Tessa knows how much I care about this moment between us. "Imagine now, my hands replacing yours… gently caressing every inch of skin beneath them. Your eyes flutter slightly, meeting mine in the darkness as our connection deepens.”
The silence is heavy with anticipation. I can practically feel her heart beating against her chest. “Are you ready for more?” I whisper, ensuring she’s comfortable with the direction this is taking.
"Yes," she breathes out, sending shivers down my spine. "Please continue."
"All right," I begin softly, my voice filled with tenderness as it fills the space between us. "Imagine me lowering my head, taking your earlobe gently between my teeth, and giving it a playful nibble. I then kiss my way down your neck and trail small pecks across your collarbone before tracing the outline of your breast with the tip of my tongue. I can feel their hardness beneath the fabric, yearning for my touch just as much as you are."
"Oh, Saul…” she moans again, her voice thick with a desire that matches mine perfectly.
I let out a low growl at the sound of my name on her lips and continue painting this picture for us. I take my dick out and spit in my hand before I begin rubbing my flesh in hard, firm strokes.
“Guess what, sweetheart.”
“W-what?” She stutters.
Daddy’s taken his dick out just for you, and he’s weeping to be inside you. I wish you could lick the tip clean for me. That’s what you’re doing right now, aren’t you? You’re leaning down to kiss this big fat dick. Because he’s all yours, isn’t he, baby?
“Oh fuck, yes, Saul. I want to taste you.”
I hear the pleasure in her voice, and I pull her back with a harsh voice. “You’re not touching your pretty pussy until I tell you to, are you? Because if you do that, I won’t let you come.”
“No, she begs. I didn’t know. I promise I’ll be good. I’m not touching my fat, swollen, and dripping pussy without your permission.”
I smirk. Vixen. She’s trying to push me. But it won’t work.
"Good! Now imagine me taking one nipple into my mouth, gently suckling while I tease the other with light flicks of my thumb." Her breathing hitches, making me smile even though she can't see it.
My voice drops to a low, hypnotic tone as I speak. With each word, our connection deepens, making it seem as though we're in a tight embrace, even while physically separated by a wall.
"Since you’re being so perfect for Daddy," I tease softly, "I might just let you touch yourself while imagining it's my fingers guiding you over that edge… maybe even my cock inside of you..."
Tessa whimpers again at the thought. Her breath is coming faster now.
"As I move to kiss down your stomach, feeling every ripple under my hands until I reach between your thighs and place two fingers slap against your hot bud. Do it now, baby, slap that pussy for me.”
She moans deeply, imagining my fingers delving into her panties and slapping her clit. I can hear the wetness when she slaps against her core, a testament to how much she wants this.
"That's it," I murmur seductively. "Now imagine Daddy's finger sliding between your folds, rubbing against your heated core... Making you tremble with want."
Her breathing becomes erratic, almost gasping, as she imagines it all coming true. My heart swells with love for her. I’m proud of how far we've come together and excited about the journey ahead.
"Now close your eyes and envision me sliding inside you," I continue, my voice dipping low with desire. "Feel my cock stretching you open... filling you up entirely until there's no space left between us."
The silence fills with the sound of her rapid breathing as she tries to hold back her climax.
"Ready?" I ask softly but loud enough for her to hear.
"Yes," she pants.
"All right, then," I begin, my voice filled with passion as I bring us closer to the edge. "Imagine me thrusting into you now, each stroke deeper than the last, until I hit that sweet spot inside you that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You're so wet, so ready for me... I can feel your pussy pulsing around my dick with each thrust."
"I'm going to come!" she cries out, her voice strained with passion.
"Come for me, baby," I groan in return, feeling my release building within me. "Let go and let Daddy take care of you."
She moans loudly as she lets go of all control and surrenders herself to the intensity of her pleasure. The sound fills me with pure bliss and drives me further over the edge.
"That's it, baby," I say hoarsely, my voice vibrating with raw desire. "Let Daddy hear you come for him."
As her cries fill the air, I give in to my body's demands and release all that pent-up energy. My cum shoots all over my stomach as I squeeze my dick harder until there isn’t a drop left.
The feeling of completeness as we connect on such an intimate level is indescribable. We ride out our orgasms together, each moan and gasp echoing between us until we finally come down from our high.
“Shit, sweetheart. You made Daddy come so much. You’re such a good girl. If you were here, you could be my dirty girl and lick all your cream. You earned it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, her voice still shaky. I smile, happy that I was able to give her that release.
When we've both caught our breath, Tessa finally says. "Thank you, Daddy."
I chuckle warmly. "Always, baby."
And with that, we end our virtual lovemaking session for now, both content to know that no matter how far apart we are physically, our love and connection will always find a way to bridge the distance.
Tessa and I just called it a night on our fifth date, and I already miss her.
According to the contract, we had to go on at least five different dates before we could request each other. I didn’t want to do that; I only wanted to talk to Tessa. But I understand the logic. The show needed content, and we needed to make sure our connection was as remarkable as we felt it was.
As I exit, the hub door glides open with a hushed whisper, and I step into the dark corridor, my pulse still echoing Tessa's voice in my veins. A part of me wants to linger, to savor the warmth of her words that reached through the wall and touched something deep within me. But I move, one foot in front of the other, allowing the rhythm of my steps to anchor me back to reality.
I'm not just walking; I'm striding with purpose, each step a silent vow. I'll show Tessa that the buzz about my wealth and the chatter of my fame is just background noise. I want her to see the man behind the Chef Mensah persona, who yearns for laughter ringing through his house, not the clink of another award being shelved.
There's a tightness in my chest as I think of her, Tessa, with her vibrant spirit and dreams as expansive as the New Orleans sky she cherishes so deeply. She's perfect. Her zest for life is the missing ingredient I crave, not because she’s flawless. And God, how I could use a bit of her levity—the kind that emerges from a place where struggle dances hand in hand with joy.
"Saul, this way," a production assistant calls out, but I follow Tessa's voice, the memory guiding me like a lighthouse cutting through the fog. I nod at the assistant and keep moving, passing by the blinking lights and busy crew, with a mind full of culinary metaphors about mixing and blending. Maybe life is a recipe, and Tessa and I are the ingredients that never knew how badly they needed to be combined.
I rub the back of my neck to ease the tension. This billionaire world might scare her off, not me. I've seen the hesitation in women's eyes before—they know the Mensah tag before they see Saul. But with Tessa, it's different. She doesn't know the full extent yet, and there are whispers and rumors. I pray it won’t taint what’s brewing between us when she learns the truth.
I'll do anything to make her feel at home in this strange new reality. If my success can help her reach her dreams, it has served its truest purpose. A promise is forming in my heart, one I intend to keep: her goals will become mine, and together, we'll chase them down until they're real and tangible.
Reaching the end of the corridor, I pause, take a breath, and glance back toward the hub, holding a woman who's already changing everything. Tessa Baptiste, a force of nature from New Orleans with the power to turn my carefully curated world upside down—and I find myself hoping she does.
"Ready for the proposal, Chef?" the assistant asks, returning me to the present.
"More ready than I've ever been," I reply, confidence lacing my words. Because now, I have something—or rather someone else—to fight for.