His Every Desire

He used a scoop to pull out the floating ravioli and dumped them into the sauce. A spectacular, though short-lived hiss filled the kitchen as the water and hot butter reacted. Columns of steam rose up to Gordon’s face, making his skin glisten .

After a few flicks of the wrist and a generous palmful of Parmesan, he grabbed two deep, square plates and served up the shining disks.

Tracy grabbed her fork in anticipation as he set the plate down in front of her.

"Thank you again, Gordon. This is beautiful," she said, taking a deep inhale of the food.

He nodded silently, waiting for her to take the first bite. When she did, the deep, rich earthiness of the dish was the first thing that she noticed. The browned butter had a sweet, nutty flavor that danced in step with the mushrooms and distinctive sage. After that, the smooth, tangy bite of the cheeses hit her. Then, at the very end, only the slightest hint of the lemon whispered by.

"I can’t say it enough," she set her fork down. "You really are an artist. I can’t find one thing wrong with this. What do you think, Mr. Hayes?"

"I agree completely." Mr. Hayes closed his eyes and savored the food.

Gordon didn’t stay put for very long. "I’m going to clean up a bit and let you two finish before dessert,” he said. “Call me if you need anything."

"Of course. Thank you again." Tracy took another bite of ravioli and resisted the urge to moan with delight.

Gordon grabbed three pans and ducked out of view on his way to the large dish washing area. When he was gone, Mr. Hayes’ hand returned, though further up this time.

"And what do you think you’re doing, sir?" Despite her tone, Tracy was smiling from ear to ear. Even so, she wasn’t about to relinquish control. She grabbed his hand and pressed it down against the hot, soft flesh of her inner thigh. Mr. Hayes leaned in to her so that she could whisper to him, "So you know what would please me, Mr. Hayes?"

He didn’t answer.

"It would please me," she continued, "if you gave me something that I have always wanted."

She moved his hand up so that his fingers formed a cup around her the tiny triangle of silk at her entrance. Deep down, maybe she knew all along that the night wasn’t going to be about only food.

"You know that I'll buy you anything you want," Mr. Hayes replied through erratic breaths.

She pressed his palm against her pussy and rocked her hips.

"You know, it’s not always something that you can just go out and buy," she murmured.

"Then what is it? Please," he begged and forced the heel of his palm against the very top of her slit. "You know that I'll give you anything."

Hearing him like that, the way that he so desperately needed her, made the adrenaline in Tracy’s body begin to flow. Her hands and feet started to tingle and her heart rate jumped. She leaned back and reached her free hand into the top of her dress, massaging her own breast and moaning softly. Mr. Hayes was growing more tense with every second that passed. She could feel it in the way that his fingers strained to feel her without moving the fabric to the side.

Tracy thought back to the way that Gordon had looked at her at the beginning of the night, the way that his eyes wandered over her without regard for Mr. Hayes, who had been standing right behind her the whole time. She closed her eyes and replayed it in her mind while her lover’s rocking palm continued to work her beneath the fine wood table top.

It was becoming harder and harder for her to stay quiet.

"Please," he begged again in a whisper. “Tell me what would please you.”

Tracy turned her head to the side and opened her eyes, locking them with the pleading stare of her captive billionaire. He was, as so many times before, like putty in her hands.

"I want both of you to fuck me," she groaned. The idea of being with two men had always been a fantasy, but with the way Gordon looked at her, tonight seemed like an actual opportunity.

Mr. Hayes’ hand didn’t miss a beat.

"Anything," he answered. She figured that he had been prepared for this for some time, ever since she had given him the night of his life with Jenna Tice.

Tracy reached over to the throbbing erection in his slacks and stroked it only twice. Her touch made him whimper like a puppy.

"Good," she said and pushed his hand off of her. "I think we'll both enjoy it."

Not a moment later, Gordon came back around the corner with a tart pan in his hand.

"Ready for dessert?" he asked, oblivious to what had just happened seconds before.