Devour Me (Master Chefs Series #1) (18 page)

She’d
looked at him with shock. Had he really gone to all that trouble? Did he really
wanted her that much? As he made love to her, with his eyes filled with lust
and his lips soft as they caressed her skin, she couldn’t imagine herself with
any other man but him.

“I
loathe the notion that you enjoyed yourself with that young Henri. No other man
should hear you laugh the way I do. No other man should please you the way I
do. No other man should touch you. I’m the only man, Taryn.” His lovemaking had
become more ardent. “I’m the only man, do you understand me?”

A
worrisome voice called from the back of her consciousness, warning her of the
danger of such obsessive behavior; all this possessiveness and jealousy. It was
flattering to think he wanted her all to himself, but it was also troublesome
to see the extent of his obsession. She nonetheless chose to ignore it.  This
man, as beautiful, charming and talented as he was; this man that so many women
would go to the ends of the earth to get within arms-length of… he wanted her. 
He wanted her, cared for her… He wanted to possess her. And she felt the same for
him.

“I
love you, Errol.” The words had snuck out of her mouth of their own volition.

Again,
as she looked at the tantalizing lace costume Errol had insisted she wear, she
blushed as she remembered uttering those dangerous words. Her breath had caught
in her throat as she’d anticipated Errol’s sardonic laughter, but it never
came.

Instead,
he’d replied with a request. “You love me, Taryn?” he’d said as his hands
gripped her buttocks and squeezed while his erection sought out her deepest
desires. He thrust into her, causing her to groan. “I don’t believe you. I don’t
believe anyone who says that. What would you do to prove it?”

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

She’d
known instinctively what he’d wanted from her. She’d do anything to show him
the depths of how she felt, this poor man, this man who had never felt love
from anyone except the nana he recently lost. Despite his tough exterior, his
dominating personality that made him rule the kitchen as well as the bedroom,
he was a caring, deeply passionate and sensitive man. She saw that part of him,
even when she wasn’t looking, when he took care of her after she had food
poisoning. She saw that every night when he made love to her, the tenderness he
would have for her when he bathed her, took care of her, made sure she ate,
slept, and did well in her studies. It hurt that he didn’t think he could ever
be loved, that he could never experience that, but she knew she loved him…this
complicated deeply flawed beautiful man, and she had to try.

For
weeks he’d hinted at his interest in seeing her bound; handcuffed. They’d
briefly sampled the effects of being tied up the first time they’d made love,
and it seemed to ignite his desire to see more.  However, the thought of such
complete lack of control unnerved Taryn and her fear had kept her from allowing
him to fulfill this fantasy with her.

Now,
with their emotions so clearly spelled out, she’d succumbed to his wishes; in
part to please him, to prove to him how much he meant to her, but also to satisfy
her own curiosity.

What
would he do with her once she was handcuffed?

Shy,
despite the many degrees of nudity in which he’d already seen her, she silently
emerged from the bedroom. While the black lace traced its way across her belly,
it circled her breasts, leaving them entirely exposed.  The crotchless panties
added only a trim of frilly lace about her thighs and above her buttocks.

“Why
the blush on your cheeks?” Errol said as he turned and took in the sight of
her.  He reached out for her hand and led her to the dining room.  “Let’s see
what I have planned for dinner tonight. Since we’ve been apart for so many
nights, I want this night to be something special; something you’ll remember.”

Taryn
looked at the assortment of jars and bottles set on the table. “Looks like
you're ready to make a sundae,” she said as she picked up a bottle of chocolate
syrup and a jar of cherries.  Also on the table were a pot of honey, a
container of whipped cream, a jar of marmalade and a bottle of Grand Marnier.

“I
think we’ll start with a blind taste test,” he said.  He pulled two sets of
handcuffs from his back pockets.

Taryn
swallowed the ball of uncertainty that quickly rose to the back of her throat. “Funny,”
she said with a nervous chuckle. “I thought you were going to pull out a
blindfold.”

“In
due time.” He held the handcuffs out, letting them dangle in front of her. “Ready?”

Putting
on a brave face, she smiled and held out one wrist.  “You do have the keys,
right?”

“You
worry too much, dear.”  He clamped the handcuff to her wrist then guided her
down to the floor so he could clamp the other cuff to the table leg.

She
looked at the big table, its solid oak legs sturdy and strong.  She’d secretly
hoped he’d handcuff her to something she had a chance of freeing herself.  As
she lay back, she stared up at the underside of the tabletop.  Errol clamped
the other handcuff to her wrist and stretched her arm out to clamp it down to
the other table leg.

“Comfortable?”

Her
breathing was a little more rapid than it’d been just moments earlier. She
nodded.

“Good
girl.” Errol ran his fingers through the palms of her hands, down along the
length of her arms, brushed against her breasts and into the valley of her
waist, over the swell of her hips and down her legs to her ankles. Kneeling at
her feet, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Let’s see what you really
know about cooking ingredients.”  He leaned over her and bound her eyes.

“I’m
not sure I like this.”

“You
will.”

Through
the darkness of her blindfold, she heard a jar scrape along the top of the
table. “Now, don’t bite,” he said as he brought his finger to her lips.

She
licked his finger and immediately recognized the taste of blueberry jelly. Instead
of calling out her answer, she licked his finger clean, taking the time to
slowly run her tongue along the length of the digit.

“If
you continue like that, we won’t make it to the third ingredient.” He pulled
his finger away and sought another ingredient.

“That
was blueberry jelly,” she said.

“Right. 
Now open wide.”

She
reluctantly parted her lips and felt a few cool drops of liquid drip into her
mouth. Having seen only sweet ingredients on the table, she was surprised and
grimaced.  “Ah, lemon juice?”

“Yes.”
He popped open another jar. “Now you're really going to have to open wide.”

Again,
she just barely parted her lips. 

“You
want to play it that way?” He pressed something cool and bitter to her lips,
parting them further.

Bitter,
salty, tangy… she knew it had to be something that was marinated. As he slipped
the ingredient further into her mouth, she realized how big it was… a pickle. 
Slowly he drove it to the back of her throat before gently pulling it back out.

“You
like that, don’t you?”

Nodding,
she slipped her tongue out and ran it along the pickle.

“I’m
starting to get jealous.” 

He
pulled the pickle away and stood. Taryn heard the sound of fabric brushing
against fabric then the clink of a belt buckle as it hit the floor. Errol
opened another jar, then straddled her. She felt his skin against hers as his
legs brushed against her hips.

Slowly
he crawled up until his knees were up to her arms.  She knew what he was up to and
anticipated his next move. The softness of his skin dipped in chocolate syrup
brushed lightly against her lips. It could have been his finger, but she knew
better. It was a part of him that she had come to crave in her in every way.

After
only a quick lick of the chocolate, she said, “Chocolate.”

“Sure? 
Taste again.” He gently nudged his way into her mouth and she felt his budding
arousal grow even harder while she sucked and teased him with her tongue.

Pleased
by his reaction, she licked all the chocolate off him, slowly until he was
groaning. Then she continued sucking, taking him deep to the back of her
throat.

“God,
Taryn,” Errol groaned. He began thrust slowly against her while she licked and
sucked harder, enjoying the delicious taste of him filling her. He was a man
through and through, and she appreciated and loved every part of him. Feeling
him grow harder until he was like hard candy, she sucked in and out faster and
faster until he had to pull out.

“Okay,”
he said between clenched teeth, “if you don’t stop, we won’t be able to get to
the other items I have planned,” as he pulled back and got off her.  “We’re
jumping the gun a bit here.”

He
opened another jar, but instead of bringing it to her lips, he slathered the sticky
liquid over her breasts. As he brought his lips over her breasts to lick her
clean, his tongue circling her nipples over and over again until they were hard
enough for him to suck on and kiss. He brought his mouth up to hers and kissed
her, entwining his tongue with hers until she can taste the sweet honey that he
had licked off of her breasts. Honey never tasted as sweet as when it came from
his tongue. She sucked hard on his tongue, wanting more of him, wanting to
taste the honey all over him. He brought his lips to kiss her nose and brow as he
pulled the blindfold off her eyes.

She
watched him, amazed by his hunger and thrilled by his desire to touch her,
taste her, devour her.  She’d never seen him so enraptured, nor his hard naked body
more magnificently aroused.

When
he’d licked her clean, he pulled back and looked at her, his eyes hooded and
wicked. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart then lifted them
straight up into the air. Licking his lips he looked down at the opening of her
crotchless panties.

“We’ll
see how flexible you are, my young goddess.”  He pushed her legs up toward her
head until he was able to slip each foot under the lip of the table.

Though
increasingly aroused, she felt nonetheless vulnerable, spread eagle, with her
ass, literally, up in the air.  Errol gave her a sound slap on the butt then
reached for an instrument of some kind on the table.

“What’s
that?” She tried to sound intrigued rather than fearful, but knew she failed.

He
cocked a wicked brow.  “A new toy.”

The
object looked like an eight inch long pear with a sleek and smooth surface.  He
ran the fat end of the pear between her legs, from her back side up to her
navel. Repeatedly, he passed the pear over her increasingly beckoning and moist
lips.

“You
want to know what it’s going to feel like, don’t you.” Chuckling with deep
arousal, Errol eased the pear-like object inside her.

The
size of the object scared her and for a moment she tensed up.

“Ease
up, Taryn. You’re going to love this.” He pushed it in deeper. Still holding on
the end of the pear, he knelt back and looked down at her. “No matter how I
look at you, you're so beautiful,” he growled, bending down to lick her wet
folds, while moving the wand-like object around, causing different but deep
sensations with each angle. Errol was right, this was heavenly. Her nipples
puckered tighter, and her entire body clenched in the explosive sensations
coming from Errol’s mouth, his hands, and the thrusting object in her. She gave
an orgasmic cry before shuddering violently with pleasure.

As
the last wave of orgasm swept through her, he thrust deep into her, rocking
along with her trembles until he came with a loud grunt, calling out “Taryn, my
angel,” before he collapsed on top of her, kissing her deeply then tenderly
against her jawline, her cheeks and her lips. “My sweet girl, that wasn’t that
bad, wasn’t it?” He smiled a boyish sweet smile, happy to have found a new game
to play with his playmate. “Let’s try it once again, only…” he pushed the
pear-like head back into her, wiggled it, and bent his head down to lick her
clit. He was devouring her to the point of climax when the lights suddenly went
out.

“Errol?”
Instant panic swept through Taryn as total blackness engulfed her. “What’s
going on?”

“Don’t
worry. It’s probably just a fuse or something.”

She
heard his receding footsteps. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t
move,” he said.  “I wouldn’t want that thing to get lodged in there.” 

As
he called his warning, the object sank deeper inside her. “Errol, I don’t like
this.”  She wanted desperately to release the hold her feet had on the table
and lay her legs back on the floor, but she feared the consequences of the
strange object inside her.

From
a short distance away, she heard him tap his knuckles against the glass of a
window. “Looks like the whole neighborhood is out.”

“Untie
me, Errol. I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Taryn fought
against the panic rising within her…the panic she had never told anyone before
that she faced…total darkness.

“Relax.
It doesn’t change anything. You were blindfolded just a minute ago and you
didn’t panic.”

“I
know, but this isn’t the same. Now you can’t see what you're doing, either. Besides,
I don’t like have this thing…”

“Take
it easy, Taryn.” His footsteps sounded across the dining room floor and out
toward the large storage closet by the front door.

“Don’t
leave me alone, Errol.  Please.”

“I’m
just going to get a few candles. You know this might turn out to be even better
than I’d planned.”

Through
the darkness she heard him rummage through boxes.

“Hurry.”

“Okay,
I got them.”

Taryn
let out a hiss of stressed relief.  Though she tried to stay calm, panic
refused to stay at bay.

“Now
all we need is a lighter or match to…”