Chapter Five
Cherry tossed another dirty bowl over toward Inigo and opened another package of softened butter for her next recipe. The last six days had gone remarkably well, especially once they had found their routine. Though Jacob grumbled about it at first, he had finally gotten a good night’s sleep and agreed that sharing her bed was helping. Not that they would tell Chance. Even if they were just sleeping together, it was too intimate to share with her big brother. She was glad Jacob was finally getting some sleep and had lost the dark circles that had been under his eyes, but holy heck, she couldn’t sleep at all.
His well-chiseled muscular body was torturing her both day and night. The scruff of his cheek would sometimes rub against her shoulder while he was sleeping, and it would send a surge of warmth to her pussy. And that threat of being spanked by his hard hand—there went her panties again. She knew he was attracted to her. Something that large and happy to see her, was kinda hard not to notice. No, it wasn’t a banana in his pocket, he had grinned and informed her last night.
She was going to literally die from the sexual tension. And as much as she wanted Jacob to sleep well, she wasn’t sure how much longer her body could take it before it mutinied and just jumped him without her brain’s approval.
There was also that little matter of the package she’d received yesterday while Jacob had been out for his morning run. She’d thrown the box with the dead roses into the dumpster in the back before he noticed. The last thing she wanted was for him to go all caveman and into protect the little woman mode. She would tell Jacob about it at some point, but for right now, it still just seemed harmless.
So, they continued their work while tippy-toeing around the obvious sexual tension. Hopefully, it would pass soon. Or she’d die from lack of orgasm. Or he’d get tired of her increasing grumpiness and decide to head back to his base early.
Jacob was the perfect partner in the kitchen. When she was busy trying out her new recipe for sour cream coconut cake, Jacob took care of the clean-up, prep work, office management, and the occasional customer. She had noticed a significant increase in female customers since he had started standing behind the service counter. Females between the ages of twelve and eighty-five.
“Sisters Theresa and Mary Katherine are back for another batch of cupcakes.” Jacob poked his head through the kitchen door and grinned at her.
“Another two dozen already? I thought Father Marcus was diabetic. And I know for a fact Sister Theresa is gluten-free only.”
“Well, Catholic school teachers love their chocolate fluffy stuff.”
She laughed. “Ganache. It’s pronounced guh-nosh.”
“Dang it, Miss Donovan, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar—”
“Nun!” She flung a dollop of chocolate at his head, but he turned just in time, taking the brunt of it on his left ear. “You can’t quote that stuff with nuns out front. That’s gotta be against some rules somewhere.”
His eyes flashed, and he went perfectly still. “Did you just throw frosting at me?”
She gulped and pretended to pay extra special attention to the orange cake in front of her— her Aunt Kathy had recommended using orange flavoring to make it taste more like an orange creamsicle, and it had turned out mouthwateringly gorgeous. “Maybe. But you deserved it. You keep acting unprofessional, and I’ll do it again.” Oh my God, was she flirting with him or baiting him? Trying to get a rise out of him? He had jokingly threatened to spank the bossiness out of her yesterday after she micromanaged him all morning. But that’s all she thought about yesterday. Would Jacob actually spank her? Turn her over his knee and call her a naughty, bossy girl who was getting too big for her britches. Oh. Her tummy spasmed and her pussy clenched.
Jacob was still standing there half in, half out of the kitchen door, a calculating look in his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
The double swinging door swung open and closed when he left the room, and she suddenly felt very alone.
Well, it was her own dang fault. She was playing with fire each time she flirted with the man. And just because he could out-quote her with movie lines—no, that wasn’t true. She had a zinger from the movie Gremlins that would finally stump him. Just because this sexy man, with a crew cut and a body that would make a Greek god jealous, an amazing smile and eyes that twinkled when he laughed, yeah, just because he added onto his appeal by knowing every single movie she knew and seemed to enjoy trading quotes with her all day, that didn’t mean he like liked her. He probably thought of her as a little sister. A little sister whom he shared a bed with. They were sleep sleeping together, and he hadn’t made a move on her. That should mean something. Especially since Chance was his best friend.
Well, dang it. She finished the ganache layer in the cake and set it carefully into the cooler behind her. As soon as it was set, she would add the chopped-up Mounds bars on top, wrap it up and put it out front.
Jacob walked back in while she was wiping off the counters from her last creation. “Store’s closed for the next hour. The sign is turned, and the door is locked.” He stalked toward her like a predator following its prey. Oh yeah, she was the prey.
“We still have another hour before our lunch break.” She turned her back and picked up the bowl of frosting and walked over to the sink.
“You wanted a reaction from me. What was it?” His low voice made her knees feel like jelly. “I saw the expression on your face, all the different emotions you’ve been trying to hide behind fruit, flour, and chocolate fluff.” He was suddenly in front of her, towering over her as he took the bowl and spatula from her.
“Ganache,” she croaked, her throat dry, her mouth not seeming to want to work properly.
“Ganache. This right here.” He held the spatula in front of her, not touching her. But she couldn’t have moved anyway. “The stuff you threw at my head.” His eyebrow cocked.
Clearing her throat, she tried to get a handle on her rapid heartbeat, as he handed her the
bowl.
“Do you know what I do to little girls who don’t play nice and who get Daddy all messy
for his customers?”
“Oh God.”
“No, just Daddy or Sir, whichever you prefer, young lady.”
“I like naughty girl,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Heck, why not? She reached her fingers into the bowl, scraping a tiny bit onto her fingers, and then ran it down his stubbled cheek, down his neck, and then wiped her finger across his tan t-shirt with two long strokes.
“You are such a naughty little girl.” He took the bowl out of her hands and set it on the sink, and quickly turned her around so her belly was against the sink. “Daddy’s going to punish you for that.” He gripped her bottom cheeks and squeezed hard, leaning over behind her, his hard cock pressed into her backside. He nipped at her ear and his warm breath caressed her neck and lobe. “If you don’t want me to pull down your pants and spank your delectable ass, you’d better say something now. Yes or no, little girl?”
She pressed her bottom out as far as she could and nodded so fast, she almost hit her head on the faucet. But he quickly put his hand in the way, so she knocked her forehead into his palm. Then he moved the faucet all the way to the left and turned on the water.
“I’ve timed it.” He added some soap in the bottom of the sink, before reaching for her elasticized buttoning of her jeans. “It takes two and a half minutes to fill this thing. I don’t know what the acoustics are like in this part of the building, but since I could hear you mumble bring out your dead while I was out front earlier, and you were in here, I’m not taking any chances. I’m going to give you a thorough spanking over the next two minutes, then I’m taking you into that office. Any time you need to stop, you say red or stop, got it?”
She wiggled as he pulled her jeans down to below her knees. “You’ve already used up thirty seconds, Daddy. And I already need a Castle Anthrax fix.” The Monty Python quote about spankings and oral sex had her so wet, she was going to lose it before he even touched her.
His hand crashed down onto her panties, and she gasped. Holy crap his hand was hard. He smacked her right cheek, and the warmth spread across her bottom quickly. Five more crisp, hard swats had her moaning and practically humping the front of the sink. He was methodical in his attention, making sure to cover her quickly so no portion of her remained untouched.
She knew her panties were soaked even before he reached into her waistband and pulled them down. And now Jacob could see how aroused he had made her. The cool air stroked her wet clit and her well-heated backside. She moaned when he ran his finger up her inner thigh and across her aching pussy. He distributed the wetness all over her folds and flicked her clit.
“Oh my God!”
He cupped her bottom and massaged her warm cheeks. “Want me to stop? Sink’s only half
full.”
“Please don’t. Ung. No stop.” She couldn’t articulate words. What the heck were words? All she knew was her body needed more attention—like what he had already given her, only harder, faster. “More. Please, more.”
“I think naughty brats should be punished with the implement they used for their misbehavior. What do you think?” His voice was silken as he rubbed something cool and somewhat wet across her buttocks.
“Is that the icing sp-spatula?”
He tapped it a few times on her bare bottom, and she mewled.
“It seems fitting.” He took it away from her rear end and brought it crisply down into her center of her cheeks.
She howled into her palms. The heat rose quickly as he spanked her again and again. Pleasure combined with pain, and she couldn’t tell which ached more. Her throbbing bottom cheeks or her aching pussy.
After every wince, shudder, and muted shriek, she lifted her bottom back out to him, begging him for more. This was everything she had hoped and dreamed it would be. So many senses colliding, her emotions overloading. The running water in front of her, the wisp through the air, the thwack and snap as her bottom received his attentions. The searing initial heat that dulled into a warm residual ache spreading over her whole body. The wetness dribbling down her legs, as her poor, lonely pussy begged to be put out of its misery. The sounds of his low breaths and groans, mixing with her whimpers and mewls and hiccupped pleas for more, please Daddy more. It was almost too much. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she raised her head to tell him to pause a second.
But the water was already off, and he had picked her up in his arms, storming into the office in the back. He slammed the door shut and practically flung her into her chair, before diving to his knees.
“Shit. You can’t open your legs with those things.” He cursed and ripped her jeans and panties off her, flinging them onto a pile of tax paperwork. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She spread her legs tentatively, but that wasn’t enough for Jacob. He growled and pressed her legs apart and leaned in, attacking her clit with his mouth.
She yelped at the sudden pressure and pleasure. Too much, too fast. “Wait!”
He sucked on her clit, hard, and she saw stars. She screamed and held his head as he continued to lick and suck. She didn’t think it was possible for her pleasure to get any higher, but it did. And she soared as he helped her ride out the last moments of the best freaking orgasm of her entire life.
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Jacob was still recovering from watching her beautiful orgasm. The way she shook, her gorgeous body wiggling as she released so much pent up energy, he was sure they had blown another lightbulb in the kitchen. Her taste was exquisite and still on his tongue reminding him that he had been the one to make her body come alive. It made him feel vigorous and powerful and heady with a need to do it again.
“Trade places.” She stood up and pulled him into the chair, sinking to her knees in front of him.
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said, grinning as she pulled down his zipper, allowing his cock to spring free.
“My kitchen. My office. My decision.”
“I might have to spank you again if you get too commanding.” He leaned back and shuddered as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock.
“You’re in the army, for Pete’s sake. You know how to take orders.” She sucked the tip into her mouth and released it with a pop.
“What are my orders, ma’am?” He winked at her.
“Sit back and enjoy the moment, soldier.”
“Ungh, Roger, wilco.” He groaned when she took his whole length into her mouth before releasing him to grin up at him.
“I’ve told you before.” Lick. “It’s Cherry.” Suck. “Please don’t forget again.” She engulfed his whole length and her cheeks bulged and her eyes widened as she gave him the best blow job of his life.
“Cherry.” He grunted and sat back to allow her better access. “I would never forget.” Now he had to hold on a little longer before the sex goddess on her knees in front of him made him lose his load like some teenager. Shit. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He grabbed her head and stopped her with the tip of his cock still between her lips. “Upstairs. Bed. Now.”
She nodded and threw on her jeans and raced him for the back hall leading up to her side of the apartment. When they got into her living room, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.
She shrieked and batted at his back. “You are going to hurt yourself. I’m too big!”
He shifted her just enough so he could clap his hand down onto her ass. “No more talk like that. You’re perfect. Unless you want a real spanking. One that won’t include an orgasm, I suggest you just hold on tight.”
“Fine.” She pouted.
He laid her gently on the bed, enjoying the vision of her flushed cheeks and her strawberry hair fanned out over the pillow. He shucked his pants and covered her body with his. “Now, where were we?”