Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
Renee
I took a bite of my slightly burnt grilled cheese. It wasn’t as good as the one he’d made, but we weren’t wasting a perfectly good sandwich.
“Ready to try again?” he asked.
“Mhm. I need the fire to be set lower and more cheese. I remember.”
“Good girl.”
I put the last bite in my mouth and shook off the defeat of the last four tries. The last one had been the only edible one.
I jumped up and down in place like I was about to enter the ring with Mike Tyson. It was either lose my ear or knock his ass out. Ezra told me the next sandwich was his. So if I completely messed this up, he was eating a crap sandwich. I couldn’t have that.
“What are you doing?” Ezra chuckled.
“My beat Mike Tyson psych up.”
“Okay… if that’s going to help you, I’m all for it.”
I rearranged the station I’d created. Bread, butter, mayo, American, Gruyere, and Cheddar. I wiped the pretend sweat from my brow, washed my hands, and turned on the frying pan. High heat. When I felt the heat on my fingertips coming from the pan, I turned it down to medium low. Then I placed the mayo side of the bread in the pan first.
“So, the butter melts down into the sandwich,” I said to myself.
When the sizzling stopped and the edges browned, I flipped it to the butter side. It was still a little light, but that was okay. Undercooked means I could flip it back over. The sandwich let off a little smoke, and I lifted it from the pan to check it.
“A little more, Mike.”
Ezra chuckled, but when I looked over my shoulder at him, he pretended to cough. Then cleared his throat.
“I think I swallowed too much air,” he joked.
“Yeah, okay.” I rolled my eyes.
“Two.”
“You want two sandwiches?” I asked, nervous as hell. I didn’t know if I could do this twice.
I checked the sandwich, and the color was perfect. I flipped it to the original side and gave it a little more love.
“Not bad, Mike, not bad.”
I stared at the edges carefully. I was so close to getting this right that I’d probably throw it out the window if it burned.
I chanced a peek, and it was almost there.
“Easy with the jabs. You’ll get tired,” I coached the sandwich. “Watch your footwork.”
I lifted the sandwich again and gasped.
“It’s perfect!” I picked it up and slid it onto the plate. There was one more step.
I got the knife thing that curved off the counter. It rocked like a rocking chair. I had to rock it just right to not double cut it. If it didn’t go through the crispy part, I’d have to do it again. I used the palm of my hand to add pressure while my right hand guided the cut. When I pulled it away, my eyes rounded, and my smile widened.
“TKO!” I put the plate in front of Ezra and waited for his critique.
He tilted his head to examine the sandwich. “Looks right.”
He picked up one half, and it came up without him having to tear it. He took a bite and his eyes closed.
“Renee, one point!” he shouted.
“Eek!” I jumped up and down, doing my heavy-weight dance before shimmying from right to left. “I did it!”
Then the fire alarm went off.
“Shit! I forgot to turn the stove off,” I cursed, using the towel to fan the detector after I turned off the stove.
Ezra burst out laughing, shaking his head. “You were so excited you forgot?”
“I mean, the important part was done.” I shrugged.
“Nooooo. The stove being off and you being safe was more important.”
“That’s what you’re for.” I winked and gave him my angelic face. A sweet smile with my hands layered beneath my chin, then I drew a circle above my head to represent my halo. “Total angel. Certified.”
“Didn’t we discuss how we won’t lie to one another?” he asked with a serious face.
I gasped, and he burst out laughing.
“But seriously. Turn the stove off when you’re done. Otherwise, you did really good, babygirl.”
#DayMade
What movie? I was too busy making out with Ezra to pay attention to it.
“How good are your storytelling skills?” he asked while taking off his shirt.
Struck stupid, I stared.
“Answer.”
“What was the question?” I pretended to wipe drool from my mouth.
“How good are your storytelling skills?”
“Decent enough.”
“Let’s test it. Safeword?” he asked.
“Monopoly,” I said seriously.
He snorted and nodded.
He pulled me to the edge of the couch and removed my denim shorts and shirt. My panties came next, and he put his t-shirt down for me to sit on. My panties went into his pocket.
“Creeper” I joked.
“That’s debatable.”
I sat with my bra on and nothing else.
“Legs open.”
I did and waited.
“Tell me what’s happening on the screen.”
“Are you not watching?” I asked him.
“Do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His head lowered between my legs, and I felt his tongue part my folds.
“Oh…” I closed my eyes, approving this message.
“TV,” he said before going back to it.
I followed the instructions as best as I could. He pulled on my nether lips with his mouth and then his tongue explored. He traced every fold multiple times, then he exposed my clit and kissed it repeatedly.
“She walked inside her house and now her friend–friend…” My head rolled backward, and I looked heavenward. “Oh god!” I cried out when his tongue entered me. “Please!”
He pinched my thigh, and I yelped before trying to focus on the screen. “She’s picking up a piece of paper, and she… mhm…. She wrote a note…. She’s-she’s outside… Sir!”
He pinched my thigh again, and I arched into his mouth, moving my hips against his mouth.
“Greedy girl.” He spanked my clit until the spasms in my thighs became nonstop. “Distracting her from my movie.”
“She’s in a car. I don’t care where she’s going or about this movie.”
“I do.”
“She’s in the woods. Searching for something.” More. I needed more of this. His fingers teased my pussy, and his mouth sucked my clit. Why couldn’t we focus on this?
“Mhmm…”
The vibrations from his mouth felt nice, and I pleaded for him to keep going. “More please. More, Sir.”
He curled his fingers inside me and swirled his tongue around in different patterns in multiple directions. My eyes closed, and I leaned back, again arching toward his mouth. I stayed suspended in place, waiting for the green light. Body shaking, worked up, and ready, I needed his approval before I could come.
“Now, baby,” he said, barely pulling his mouth away.
I let go and came.
He withdrew his fingers as I was riding the high, and then he spanked my pussy.
“One…” There was a long silence in his words, but the punishing hand continued torturing my clit.
“She wasn’t bad. I promise!” I cried out.
“No, but you were. Two.”
Two what? Clearly, his counting skills were off. Another orgasm rushed me and the pain in my pussy made it more intense.
“Three.”
The pain was harsher. Sweeter. Perfect.
“Fuck!” he growled.
I gasped as I squirted all over his hand, the couch, and the floor.
“Gimme that,” he chastised my pussy as it continued giving to him.
I’d never done this before. According to his face and the noises he made, he was very into it.
“I’ll be right back.” He jumped up and went into the bedroom and returned without bottoms and rolled a condom onto his thick shaft. He kneeled between my legs and pulled my mouth to his. “You’re so perfect,” he said around our kiss. “Breathe for me, baby.”
I did, and he entered me slowly. I’d tightened up, gripping him so hard, I wondered if he’d even fit.
“Come on, baby. Breathe.”
I did, and then his free handheld me by the throat. I relaxed in his hand, and he kissed my mouth, stealing the little air I had. It allowed me to accept him inside and then he let me go. He kissed the spot he’d just grabbed over my breasts, and then he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Oooh!” I cooed.
“Yes, oooh!” he encouraged me.
I was focused on the way he fucked me. Slow and steady, he touched me in one place and kissed another. It was gentle but punishing. I never knew when he was going to insert pain into the pleasure. It kept me guessing and my mind in it with him. We built up the intensity until our moans filled the space around us. Hearing how passionate he was scaled this moment up in the big leagues. He was expressive and though this was our first time, he listened to my body. Gave it what it needed and more.
I came chanting his name as he stroked my clit with his fingers while he long-stroked deep inside me. He licked from my stomach up to my neck, trailing saliva as he went. He pulled away enough to position me on my knees, face resting on his shirt that was soaked in my juices on the couch, and my butt in the air.
“Any requests?” he asked.
“Questions… there’s so many of them in my head.”
“Like?”
“Why do you keep marking me with your mouth?” I asked as he entered me suddenly. “Fuck.”
“Watch your mouth before I put something in it,” he threatened.
Looking back at him, I dared him with my eyes. “I’m not afraid of that.”
“Next time, baby.”
He bit my shoulder, and I melted into the couch once more. “Cause I’m going to make you mine.” His voice was calm and all knowing. “May as well get you used to feeling like it.”
“It’s barely been a week.” I muttered.
“Years…” He spread my legs wide, creating a deeper plunge inside me. “Waited for you for years. It’s not going to be easy to get rid of me.”
Thick. Ruthless. I bit the shirt to prevent screaming and alerting the entire Ranch to what we were doing in here. Then again, they probably would enjoy watching.
“Hiding from me?” He fisted my hair and pulled my head backward. It positioned me into taking his torture at a different angle, screaming for mercy, and stretching to accept him.
Mercy. Lord. Don’t save me.
Tears streamed down my face. I burned where I was stretched, and she gripped him like they belonged together, and she was never letting go. Crude noises echoed as he took from me. My head swam with endorphins that made it harder to resist him, though I had no reason to.
A week only been a week. Yet, the way he was owning me was as if today was part of our forever. This didn’t feel temporary.
He said he was going to make me his.
The orgasm rushed forward, catching me off guard. A sneak attack that knocked me off my game and into his territory fully. He pressed my face into the shirt, mouth first, giving me a mouthful of fabric coated in my squirt.
“Are you still coming?” he asked.
I didn’t have time to answer as he fucked me relentlessly. He was coming and taking out the defeat on her. The animalistic sounds coming from his mouth made me feel chased and captured.
It’s only been a week.
Yet, my mind blanked out, trusting him completely with my body. I hoped I was safe in his hands.