Chapter Eleven

Jeremy

“What?!” I yell into the phone at my assistant. It’s seven-thirty in the morning on a damn Saturday. I know she’s calling to remind me of my flight and itinerary information for the next day, but I’m already pissed off.

“Mr. Bennett, your pilot had to change the flight departure from eleven to ten tomorrow. Also, I left some papers on your desk that you need to sign before you leave. I can bring them to you or email them over, but then you’d have to email or fax them back.”

“I’ll be by the office tomorrow morning to sign them. Bye.” I hang up rather rudely, but my assistant is used to it. I groan as I get out of bed, my damn cock rock hard from yet another damn dream starring the woman who is asleep downstairs. It was a rough night to say the least. The absolute last thing I wanted to do last night was leave her like that, but that’s the thing about punishments. Sometimes they hurt you more than the person being punished.

I strip off the boxer briefs I wore to bed and turn on the shower to the coldest setting. This is my second cold shower in less than ten hours. I’m probably on the very edge of getting blue balls from that damn stunt last night. Yet as much as I want to jerk off to give myself some sort of relief, I know it would only make it worse. Cumming in the shower instead of in between those dark brown legs like I want to, would just be torturous. Instead, I let the cold water cool off my fiery need. I must remain in the shower for at least thirty minutes. Finally, I step out, throwing on a T-shirt and sweatpants, opting to skip my work out for the day and go make breakfast.

As I descend the steps, I’m pleasantly surprised by the aroma of bacon, eggs and waffles. I follow the scent to the kitchen and I’m nearly blown over by the sight of LaTasha at the stove, her back slightly turned to me. Staring her up and down, I see she is covered in the black robe I’d left for her in the playroom. I let my eyes roam over the swell of her buttocks, wondering if she’s wearing any panties underneath until I see a faint panty line when she shifts her body.

“I don’t like you wearing panties in the kitchen,” I say, my eyes still on her ass. I grin when she jumps, startled by my presence.

“I didn’t know you were up. I couldn’t sleep and I usually end up cooking when I can’t sleep in the morning. It was either cook or write, but hunger won out.”

My grin deepens when I hear the irritation in her voice. She’s still pissed about last night. Good. That makes two of us.

“It smells good.” I fully enter the kitchen, my hunger growing when I see the prepared food on the center island. I always keep a stocked refrigerator.

“I didn’t know what you were hungry for so I made a little of everything.”

I stare down at her. The stirring in my pants tells me I’m hungry all right, but I’ll have to settle for breakfast food.

“Thank you for cooking.” I take a seat at the counter as she prepares a plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon and places it in front of me.

“This looks delicious,” I tell her as she sits down across from me with her own plate, wordlessly.  I begin eating, savoring the flavors of chive and cream cheese she put in the eggs. I’m halfway through my meal when I finally look up to notice LaTasha staring at me, seemingly contemplating. I wipe my mouth, sensing she’s pondering how to approach what happened last night.  

“Love, when you have a question you need to ask it,” I say before taking another bite of my waffles.

“Okay. What was last night about? Why did you stop and leave me there alone?”

The way she says alone tugs at something in my chest. I notice sadness in her eyes before she quickly masks it. Although I wonder what that look of sadness is about, I still refuse to let her off the hook. “You tell me.”

Her brows crinkle in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“It means you should know by now what last night was about.” I remain cryptic on purpose, wanting her to figure it out.

She squints, glaring at me. “Last night was a punishment,” she finally says.

Slowly, I bring my last forkful of waffles to my mouth, nodding as I chew, but remaining quiet.

“What did I do?”

“You don’t know?”

She sighs, clearly irritated. “No. I haven’t done anything. At least I didn’t do anything worthy of punishment.”

“Are you sure? Think about the conversations we had yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” She ponders for a moment. “We talked on the phone a bit, and then you came over to pick me up.”

“Mmhm hum…” I agree. “And what happened while I was there?”

She rolls her eyes, trying to recall our previous conversations. “You waited in the living room. When I grabbed my bag you were…”

When she pauses, I fold my arms and hold my chin up, staring at her. I wait for her to continue. When she doesn’t, I finish for her. “You lied to me. When I asked you why you would not attend the awards ceremony in New York, you lied.”

“I didn’t—”

She cuts herself off when I give her a hard look. “You think I don’t know what the National Book Award nomination means? That’s a huge honor. There’s no way in hell you’d turn it down because Coral is having a baby. Does she even know you were nominated?”

“No, she doesn’t.” She shrugs, her eyes lowered to her plate. 

“And you haven’t decided not to attend because of the baby?”

Her shoulders slump a little as she uses her fork to push her food around her plate. “No, it’s not the baby. I did lie about that.”

“What’s the real reason why you don’t want to attend?”

She remains quiet for a few moments, and despite my natural inclination to push her, I remain silent also, knowing she’s gearing to reveal something she doesn’t want to admit.

“It’s in New York,” she finally says.

It’s my turn to frown in confusion. “Aren’t you from New York?”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. I don’t have many good memories of that city. I haven’t been back since I was seventeen.”

Hearing the deep sorrow and fear in her voice, I get up out of my chair, rounding the counter to come to stand in front of her. I pull her up to stand, wrapping one arm around her waist and gripping her chin with the other so she has nowhere to look but at me. “Don’t ever lie to me. If there’s something you don’t want to tell me or don’t want me to know, you say that, but do not lie. Are we clear?” I decide not to press her further on what specifically about New York that she’s running from, but she still needs to know she can’t lie to me.

She nods.

“Love.”

“I mean yes.” She half smiles. “I understand.”

“Good.” I lower my lips to her forehead intending to place a short kiss there, but my body has a mind of its own. Before I realize it I’m kissing a trail down to her plump lips, where she readily opens up for me. And just like any other time we’ve kissed, I completely lose myself in it…in her. I pull back to nip at her lower lip, causing her to moan. I quickly swallow her moan, covering her mouth with mine and letting my hands freely explore her lush body. I spin her so her back is to the counter and then break our connection, to pull her robe open. I growl when I see the grey boy shorts she is wearing underneath the robe.

“You don’t wear underwear while in my home,” I growl, roughly pushing them down her legs.

“What am I supposed to wear while I’m here then?” she asks breathlessly.

“Not a damn thing,” I answer before possessing her lips again, biting her bottom lip and soothing it with my tongue. I lift her to sit on top of the counter and use my hip to nudge her knees apart. I step back, looking her up and down as she sits, legs splayed on my kitchen counter. I see her folds already glistening with her wetness. “Now this is my real breakfast.” I bend down placing both her legs over my shoulders, forcing her to lean back on her elbows. I take a swipe of her with my tongue, savoring her flavor. Her entire body shivers.

“You could’ve woken up to this if you hadn’t lied yesterday.”

“Sorry, sir.”

I growl again at her calling me that and immediately begin attacking her pussy—my pussy with my mouth. As great as the breakfast she prepared was, nothing compares to the taste of her juices on my tongue. I kiss and lick her labia, sucking on it as I move to enter her with one finger.

“Jere…Sir, that feels so good. Please don’t stop!”

Even if I wanted to, there’s no way I could stop at this point. Not until I see her to completion. I insert two fingers all the way to the knuckle, curling them to touch her G-spot at the same time I begin sucking on her engorged clitoris.

“Fuuuck,” she groans as her head flops backwards.

“Keep your head up. Watch me pleasure you.” I lift my head slightly to demand she watch me. Not until I see her looking down at me with that half-lidded gaze do I go back to work devouring her pussy. I pump my fingers at the same time sucking on her clit. I feel her juices covering my fingers. I know she’s close to exploding when I feel her squeezing my fingers at the same time her thighs tighten around the sides of my head. Of course, this only spurs me on. Her taste, the moans and purrs coming from above me, and her tightening grip all encourage me.  I’m greedy for the need to see her finish.

“Ahhhh, shit! I’m cumming, sir!”

I continue eating and fingering her through her orgasm, only stopping when her shivers and aftershocks downgrade and eventually stop. Feeling sated myself, I gently remove her legs from my shoulders, stepping back to look her over. Her appearance is that of a sexually satisfied woman. Despite my cock demanding its own release, I hold back. She’s not ready for that level of connection yet. I keep my eyes on her freshly shaven vagina bearing my initials before taking a step back.  “Come here, doll.” I extend my hand to her.

On wobbly legs, she manages to climb off the counter and walk toward me. As soon as she’s close enough, I pull her to me, owning her lips again. I allow her to taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth when I bite her tongue.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow.” I sigh and pull back, placing my forehead against hers.

She reaches up and rubs her palm against my cheek. “You’ll be back soon, right?”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away, doll.” I place a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Come on. I want to wash you up.” I pick up the robe she had on, helping her into it. I tighten the belt around her waist before escorting her upstairs. Although I have no plans on taking her just yet, I still want my fill of looking at her and touching her before I leave.