He had made fettuccine alfredo with
shrimp, garlic bread, and a salad. There were two glasses of wine
sitting by our plates on the bar. My senses were overpowered. Not
only did the food smell delicious, it looked just as
good.
I walked over to the bar and sat
down.
"Stefan, this smells so good." I
grabbed my glass of wine and took a drink. "And this wine is
delicious." I grabbed my fork and started twirling the
noodles.
"Have you not eaten today?" Stefan
chuckled as he watched me devour my food.
"No, not really." I smiled.
I was sure I looked like an idiot, but oh well.
I was starving.
Stefan started eating his dinner, but
at a much slower pace. He would pause every now and again to look
at me and chuckle softly.
"What? Do your women never eat?" I
asked him, after getting annoyed with the laughing.
"Oh they do, but you are like a cave
man that has just been offered food for the first time.” He smiled.
“I enjoy it, very much."
"Well, it smells so good, and it taste
even better. I can't help myself. Do you have a chef who cooks?" I
glanced around the apartment, looking for someone to pop out and
proclaim they cooked the meal.
"Uh, no, I cooked it." He looked up at
me with a proud smile on his face.
"You did? You're a great cook. Where
did you learn to cook like this?"
"My mom is a fantastic cook. I learned
from the best." He ate the last few bites of his pasta and
bread.
By the time we finished eating, I was
stuffed. He picked up the plates off the bar and set them in the
sink.
"How was it?" He asked, although he
already knew the answer.
"It was delicious." I smiled up at him
and gave him a kiss.
"I'm glad you liked it." He started
cleaning the dishes but I stopped him.
"I've got this." I told him before
scooting him out of the way. He cooked dinner, the least I could do
was clean up the dishes.
"If you insist." He sat down on the
barstool, watching my every move.
"So, are you going to accept that
Mercedes now?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"Nope." I turned around and smiled at
him.
"Jennifer, you need to take the car.
So just take it, and say thank you." He folded his arms; he was
ready for an argument.
"I understand that, thank you, but I
can't afford that car and I don't want to have to worry about how
I’m going to pay you back. So no.” I shut the dishwasher. As I
turned around, Stefan was right there, towering above me, looking
at me with those hungry eyes.
"Are you sure your final answer is
no?"
"Yes." I stood straight up and looked
up at him. He was so much taller than me. I had always realized
that, but when we were standing like this, it was like he was a
tower and I was a blade of grass.
"I'm giving you an opportunity to
change your mind." He stepped closer to me, making me take a step
back. My back ran into the counter.
"No, I am not taking-" His
hands grasped my hips and lifted me onto the counter so I was eye
level with him. He opened the drawer next to me and pulled out a
pair of metal handcuffs, slowly swinging them on his finger.
What the hell? Did he just keep these things all
over his house?
"I had a feeling you would say no." He
grabbed my hands and held them up to the handles on the cabinets.
He buckled them closed and took a step back. He reached back into
the drawer and got a black blindfold and covered my
eyes.
I heard him start walking
around. "You have no idea how badly I want you. More importantly, I
am going to make you
want
to take that car. Here's the thing Jennifer, I
have money. So much money, I don't know what to spend it on half
the time. I enjoy giving you nice things and surprising you. It
shows you what you mean to me." I heard him stop walking across the
wooden floor.
"I want you to show me with your body
and words not by materialistic items." I tried to make sure to get
my point across. Just because he had me bound and blindfolded
didn't mean I was backing down.
"I’m going to show you and I have just
the thing." I heard him walk away then, after a moment, I heard him
walk back. I felt like every hair on my body was standing straight
up, waiting for his touch, his breath…, anything.
"When I give you something, I expect
you to accept it and thank me for it. I wouldn't buy you something
if I didn't want you to have it. So accept it." He started
unbuttoning my pants, and wiggled them down around me. Next were my
panties. Then his warm touch was gone.
"Well, shit. I tied you up,
but didn't even think about your shirt being on."
Jokes on you.
Then he ripped my shirt off. He
started at the top of my shirt and went all the way to the bottom.
He ripped the remaining shreds of fabric off me. Jokes on me after
all.
"That'll just have to work.
Strapless bra, perfect. I wouldn't want to have to rip that off
too." He unclasped the front of my bra. Here I was, sitting on his
counter, naked, tied up, and blindfolded.
I had never felt more sexy or confident.
He used his hands to make his way in
between my thighs and parted my legs, wider then I had
expected.
"You are going to feel a slight sting
down here." He rubbed his finger over my clit. I tensed with
anticipation. Then his fingers disappeared.
"Breathe, Jennifer."
Then I felt it. The slap on my inner
thigh. It stung and made me cry out, but the inner part of me was
drenched. I could feel the wetness going down my leg.
"This is called a flogger. It has
leather and suede straps on it. It stings, but the suede helps calm
the impact." He slapped it against me again, this time hitting my
clit straight on. I groaned and arched my back as the feeling went
all the way up my body. I felt his mouth over me. He was soothing
and exploring my body, running his tongue across my most intimate
parts and controlling me, every part of me.
“
Oh, Stefan….” I felt all
the breath suddenly escape me. After a moment, his lips were gone.
I tried to control my breathing, but at this point it was damn near
impossible. All I could think about was him, and what he would do
next.
Then I felt his hands glide under my
ass, grasping it. I felt his mouth over my neck as he swept my hair
off my shoulder. He came up until his lips met mine, I kissed him
more passionately then I had ever before. I wanted him so badly and
I wanted him to know that. He broke away from my kiss, but I still
felt his arms holding me in place.
“
Do you want this
Jennifer?”
“
Yes.”
“
That’s yes sir.” He felt
like he was only a couple of inches from my face.
“
Yes sir, I do want
this.”
And just like that, he rammed into me.
He held nothing back; our bodies were complete. I wrapped my legs
around him, holding on tight, not wanting this to ever
end.
He owned me; he owned every part of
me. I was all his and I didn’t mind. He massaged my clit and made
my body come to life. He was everything I had been waiting for and
everything I had wanted.
He undid my blind fold and I looked at
him. He was completely naked, our bodies conjoined together. He
reached up and undid my handcuffs. My arms fell around his neck,
gripping his hair. I had waited so long to do that, it was
exhilarating. He let out a groan and grabbed onto me
harder.
I groaned as we had come apart,
feeling empty without him inside of me. He lifted me into the air
causing me to giggle a little at the unexpected change. He smiled
before kissing me again, deep and passionate. He carried me to his
bedroom and laid me down at the top of his bed. He hovered over me,
staring at every square inch of my body. My hands went to his
biceps; I looked over at one arm and rubbed my hand up and down his
tattoos.
Stefan smiled and leaned his face in
close to mine, kissing me again. Then he was inside me and I closed
my eyes, letting the groans and moans spill out of my
body.
“
Open your eyes, I want to
see you.” He whispered.
I did as I was told, and opened them,
looking into his deep caramel eyes. He leaned down and kissed my
neck before taking my breast into his hands.
“
Perfect size,” he said as
he cupped them gently.
He began thrusting faster, deeper into
me. Every thought and worry escaped my brain and all I could think
about was the tattooed, caramel-eyed guy that was hovering above
me.
“
Come baby, come for me.”
He said in between pants.
I moaned in response feeling his hot
liquid shoot inside of me.
He kept a rhythm that eventually
topped me over the edge. My orgasm spilled out in front of him, our
breathing intertwined and shallow. He leaned his head down on my
breast and I felt him smile as he stated nuzzling me.
“
That was amazing.” He said
after he calmed his breathing.
“
Amazing isn’t a good
enough word to describe that.” I put my hands on his back and began
to rub up and down.
He looked at me like he was deep in
thought about something.
“
I want you to have that
Mercedes.” He said rubbing my leg as I sat up crisscrossed next to
him.
“
Stefan, it’s too much,
really. If you want to pick me out a less flashy car, I will agree,
but the Mercedes is just too much.”
“
Jennifer, that car is safe
and reliable. That’s my main concerns, not the price tag on it. So
just take it, please.” I watched his caramel eyes transform into
the puppy dog eyes, again.
How could I say
no to that?
I realized I had lost the
fight. I had to lose fights and he had to lose fights. I had to
choose my battles with him.
“
Fine, I’ll take it.” I
smiled a fake smile and cocked my head sideways.
“
Thank God.” He grabbed me
around the waist, bringing me down on the bed. He was hovering over
me again with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his
face.
“
Besides, I look really
good in it.” I smiled, putting my arms around his neck.
He cocked his head sideways and let
out a laugh.
“
You look good in anything,
dear.”
And just like that, his lips smashed
into mine and all the air in my lungs vanished once
more.
Chapter Eleven
I woke up in the middle of the night
and felt lonely and cold. I looked over and Stefan was nowhere to
be found. I stretched and looked at the alarm clock, two thirty in
the morning. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, picked up
Stefan’s shirt off the floor, threw it on and walked into the
living room. There was a small light on outside so I walked over to
the sliding glass door and pulled it open. Stefan was sitting on
the patio chair outside and quickly turned around. He didn’t have a
shirt on and the pajama pants he wore hung low on his waist. He
stood up as I walked through the door. It was a bit chilly outside,
but he had a blanket draped across the back of the furniture. I
walked over to him, sat down and pulled the blanket around
me.
The view was spectacular. I could see
all the lights and when you looked up, all you could see were
stars. He sat down next to me and pulled me into him.
“
I didn’t mean to wake
you.” He kissed me on the top of my head.
“
You didn’t. It’s so
beautiful out here.” I leaned into him and yawned.
“
It really is. I can clear
my mind up here. No distractions or people telling me what needs to
be done or when to do it. Sometimes life gets
overwhelming.”
“
I can imagine. It’s nice
to have a break sometime.”
“
Don’t you have class in
the morning?” Crap, I had forgotten all about that.
“
Yeah, I do.” I yawned
again, I was so worn out.
“
Well let’s get you back to
bed, sleepy.” He picked me up and pulled me against his chest. He
was right, I was worn out.
He laid me down on the bed and pulled
the covers over us. He turned me on my side, facing away from him,
and pulled me in tight to him.
“
Goodnight Jennifer.” He
whispered in my ear.
“
Night Stefan.” I
yawned.
Just like that, I drifted off into my
paradise.
When I woke up again, Stefan was on
his side looking at me smiling.
“
Good morning sunshine.” He
leaned over and pulled the hair off of my face.
I smiled up at him, “What time is
it?”
“
Almost eight in the
morning.”
“
Oh shit, I have to go to
class!” I jumped up, quickly realizing I had no clothes to change
into.
“
You can take a shower in
my bathroom and there is a fresh towel with some clothes I had
Kennedy pack for you.” He winked at me. He was my
lifesaver.