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“Thanks Sheil. I’ll be in later.”
I waved as everyone left. Finally. My shell-shocked mother, my giggling sister, and the woman who pretty much held my career in her hands.
But she said she would keep Casey in her back pocket. Not say anything. Not get my ass kicked out of the department for gross misconduct.
For now, anyway.
I turned and crossed my arms, locking the door behind me. Casey crossed her arms too. We stared at each other, each of us pissed off.
But for very different reasons.
“Can you cook?”
She blinked at me, then nodded. “Yeah, some stuff. Why?”
“Because I’m starving.” I held up the chain. “And it’s time to pay the piper.”
Her eyes got bigger as I started stripping. She shook her head and pointed at me.
“You are not tying me up again!”
I smiled grimly.
“Oh yes, I fucking am. I’m tired of running after your ass every time you get a bee in your bonnet.”
I distracted her by taking my pants off. My cock bobbed free, pointing right at her. Hard and ready. I squeezed it, feeling my heavy nuts swing.
“A bee in my what?”
She was staring at my cock, clearly not focused on the conversation at hand. I had to admit, I loved that awestruck look in her eyes. I grinned and reached for her.
“Bonnet.”
I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I started peeling her clothes off. I cursed as I saw the hot pink lace underthings I’d bought her. My cock swelled even larger.
“Christ, those are hot.”
“Huh?”
“I like your panties.”
“Oh- you got them for me.”
I smiled at her. She was already in a sex daze. I loved how easily I did that to her.
“I know.”
I ran my hands over her flanks and up again. Her skin was silky smooth. I peeled down her panties, kissing my way down her body as I stripped off the last little scrap between me and my goal.
Then I snapped the cuff on her ankle.
“What the hell Conn!”
I smiled up at her and ran my hands up between her legs.
“What’s wrong?”
She gasped as I toyed with her soft little pussy lips. I leaned forward and licked her, flicking my tongue against her clit.
“You- bastard- oh….”
She quieted right down, thinking I was going to take care of her. But I had no intention of letting her come. Not yet. Not for a good long while.
I was still pissed at her for messing with me this morning.
“I’m so hungry. Let’s make something to eat.”
“Huh?”
She looked adorably confused as I stood up and pecked her cheek. Then I walked into the kitchen and tied an apron around my waist.
“You want to- cook? Now?”
“Aren’t you hungry?” I smiled at her, my eyes between her thighs. “I know I am.”
She just stared at me in a trance. I shrugged and got out some steak and fished around for something green in the crisper drawer. I had a bag of broccoli in the back. Perfect.
“Wash this.”
I held out the grocery bag and she walked over and took it. Then I got the steak going in a cast iron skillet, seasoning it with salt and pepper.
I flipped the steak a few times to sear it and turned the heat down.
I leaned back against the counter to enjoy the show. Casey’s slender back curved down to that ridiculously squeezable ass. I licked my lips as she bent over the sink. She set the broccoli on a cutting board and looked over her shoulder at me.
“Done.”
“Here.”
I handed her a knife from the box of confiscated sharps. She started neatly trimming the ends of the broccoli and cutting the rough parts of the stems.
Good girl.
I stepped up behind her and started kissing her neck as I fondled her perfect breasts.
“Pay attention, sweetheart. Good. Now fill that pot with water. Hmm hmmm…”
She moaned as I lifted my hands away, but just to put the pot on the stove. I dumped the veggies in, added salt and pepper and covered it with a lid.
Then I got down to business.
Casey squealed as I lifted her up and plopped her fine ass on the island. I grinned and pushed her back so she was lying flat, her legs hanging over the edge. Then I spread her legs wide and stared at that gorgeous pussy of hers.
Scratch that. It was my pussy now dammit.
“Just a little snack…”
She whimpered as I tasted her. Lick by lick. I didn’t apply nearly enough pressure to be satisfying. I just teased her.
Then I smelled the steak starting to burn.
“Times up.”
I turned the stove off and helped her down, unable to resist one more taste. I put one steak and some veggies on a plate and sat down at the table.
“On my lap. I’ll feed you.”
She gave me a piqued look. I just waited. Finally she sat down, the thin fabric of the apron the only thing between us.