Don't Touch

“I hope not. I might like surprises, but I'm not a fan of tricks. I have an older brother who used to love tricking me as a kid. It drove me nuts.”

“That sounds annoying.”

“It was.” She drops into the chair, and I help push her in. “Thank you,” she says.

“Chivalry isn't dead yet. Even if I'm the last man on earth, I'll make sure a woman knows she's priceless.”

Arisa smiles, batting her long dark lashes. She looks so beautiful. Her makeup isn't too thick, it enhances her just enough to showcase her natural beauty. Her lashes are coated in a dark layer of mascara. Her cheeks are a little pink, but I'm not sure if it's blush or her face flushing.

“So,” I say, clapping my hands together, “I wanted to test you a little today.”

“Test me? On what?”

My lips thin and I smirk. “Close your eyes for me.”

“Why?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. “What exactly am I doing here?”

“Well, you're going to be my sous chef for next week, and this is going to tell me what you know and what we need to work on.” I walk behind her, and she tries to look up at me, but I slip a blindfold over her eyes and wrap it around her head. “No peeking, this is part of the test.”

“This just got interesting,” she says with a chuckle. “I'm not sure if I should be worried or not.”

“You don't need to worry about anything. This is going to be fun. Now, stay right here and keep it on. No peeking.”

“All right, but leave me for longer than five minutes and it comes off.”

“I won't be that long.” I go into the kitchen and get the cart I put together not long before she got here.

I roll it out into the dining room, and her ears perk as she hears the metal lids clanking. “I didn't peek,” she says.

“That's good. I wasn't planning on any punishments if you didn't listen, but I'm sure I could have come up with something.”

I watch her entire body shiver and her lips pull to one side as she smiles. “Maybe I should peek then.” She nibbles her bottom lip, pulling it gently into her mouth.

“I'm not against tying you up.” I walk behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. She jumps slightly in surprise, causing me to laugh. “For now, we're going to play a little game. A blind taste test.”

“Really?”

I massage her shoulders for a second, then walk back around in front of her. “Yes, really. I'm excited to see how you do.” I lift the first lid, and steam comes tumbling out.

“Whatever that is smells incredible.”

“Have you ever done a blind taste test before?”

“No, actually. Once in class we had identify spices by smelling them, but nothing like this.”

“So, you're saying I'm your first, then?” I ask, my voice teasing her a little.

“Yes, you're popping my blind taste test cherry.” We both laugh out loud. “Come on, I'm ready.”

I take the seat beside her and pull it close, so I'm sitting right in front of her. I scoop a little food onto the spoon. “Okay, here's the first one. Open up.”

Her lips spread wide and she leans in trying to feel for the spoon. I let it touch her bottom lip, causing her to wrap her mouth around it, and take every last drop. My cock twitches in my pants as her lips close, and she wipes the edges of her mouth with her fingers.

Arisa chews slowly, tilting her head as she moves the food around inside her mouth. She swallows with a smile. “It's dark chocolate mousse.”

“That's right, but it's more complex than that. Can you taste it?”

She licks her lips and runs her tongue around the inside of her cheeks. “Truffle?”

“Good job. Dark chocolate truffle mousse.” I take her hand and pass her a glass of water. “Rinse your pallet and we'll go again.” Once she swallows the water, I use a fork to poke the next bite of food. “Here,” I say, causing her to open her mouth.

She curls her lips around the fork and slowly pulls the piece of meat free. Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever done. The way she takes the food, the way her mouth slips the food off, and her tongue licks her lips is turning me on.

Food has always hit me in the soul, but this, this hits me in the chest, the gut, and the cock. I'm feeling it all over.

“Mm, I know this one too,” she says as she chews. “Fillet, seasoned with a little salt and pepper, and drizzled with a red wine reduction and portobella mushroom sauce.”

“Very good. You got that one down to the seasoning.”

She sips her water and smiles. “I like to think I know my food.” The blindfold is still securely tied to her head, but it still feels like she's looking right at me. “I hope these get harder.”