Chapter 56 Chapter Fifty-Six - Gabriella
I look down at the bowl in front of me, my abdominals aching from the laugh I’m struggling to keep inside. I bravely lift my fork and jab it into the food, picking up a mushy clump on my fork while Jartre watches me with bated breath. I steel myself and eat the forkful of food. I close my eyes, tears pooling behind my lids as silent laughter wracks my body as the mushy, yet tough, burnt concoction sits in my mouth refusing to go down my throat.
I bite down, something crunching unpleasantly between my teeth that causes me to lose all composure. I grab a napkin and spit out the mouthful of food, breaking into a fit of laughter as tears stream down my face.
“Is it that bad?” Jartre asks, his face looking almost bereft.
I reach out, grabbing his arm as I fight to control my laughter. I take a large sip of water, swallow down whatever is left in my mouth and wipe away my tears.
“It is, without a doubt, the most bizarre and most atrocious stir fry I have ever eaten in my entire life. I don’t think there is a single edible component to this dish, and yet I can honestly say it is the best meal I have ever been served.” I take his face in my hands, placing a deep and loving kiss on his lips.
He pecks my lips in return, his face appearing confused as I pull back to look at him.
“If it’s that bad, how can it be the best meal you’ve ever been served?”
“Because it’s the only time in my life someone went so far out of their way to do something nice for me that they tried to learn a new skill and pushed themselves out of their comfort zone. It may be a fail, but the fact you put in so much effort because you wanted to do this lovely gesture for me and share in an experience makes it the best meal I have ever had,” I say, smiling with sincerity.
His face softens as he gently holds my wrists and kisses both of my palms before holding my hands to his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job.”
“I don’t care. The effort you put in means everything to me.”
“But you’re not going to eat it.”
“I love you and I think you love me enough not to want to risk my health.”
“Permission to conjure something more edible?”
I shake my head. “How about I make us something and you can watch and learn? If you still want to learn that is.”
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather learn from,” he says, his voice enveloping me in its warmth.
“I really can’t thank you enough for doing this,” I say as I wrap my arms tight around him, hugging him as tight as I can.
His arms engulf me, holding me securely to his chest. “You’re welcome, Starlight.”
“Now let me show you how the pros do it,” I tease.
I slip out of Jartre’s arms, his deep laugh lifting my soul as I make my way to the other side of the kitchen island.
I never thought I’d find a man – let alone a God – who would be so willing to step outside their comfort zone just to see me happy. It’s things like this that, despite all the horrible things he’s done in his past, I just can’t bring myself to hate him. I see the heart that hides under the hurt. I just wish others could see it too.
This is more frustrating than that time I went bungee jumping. It’s all good and well to look like sex on legs, but some outfits should come with an instruction manual.
I secure the final strap of my bondage lingerie into place and examine myself in the bathroom mirror. Now that it’s on and everything is where it should be, I can finally appreciate the vision the designer intended. Each thick and thin black strap hugs my curves and defines my shape while every inch of exposed skin works to entice the viewer. My nipples strain against the straps securing my breasts in place as I turn to admire my ass. I adjust the thick garter belts on my thighs, so they evenly match. With that done, I tie my hair up into a super high pony, give it a swish and make my way out into the bedroom.
I lean my arm against the doorframe, watching Jartre as he sits patiently at the end of the bed. He finally lifts his head to look at me, his eyes blowing wide as his mouth pops open. I feel confident and galvanised as I watch his eyes slowly scan every inch of my body, his hands fisting the sheets as his pants begin to form a very responsive and impressive tent. He slowly licks and bites on his bottom lip, grazing it with his teeth as he cocks his head to the side, his eyes further appreciating my form.
“What do you think?”
“I think I made the right decision to trust your judgement when it comes to clothes.”
He starts to get up, but I hold up my hand to holt him. He freezes in place, his brow raising curiously. I slowly walk towards him, placing my hands on his shoulder as I encourage him to sit back down. He obliges, his eyes fixed on mine as his hands slowly glide up my thighs and over my hips.
“All I want right now is to lick every inch of your perfect body and taste your sweetness on my tongue,” he says in a deep breathy voice, his hands caressing and kneading my ass.
I lean in until my lips brush against the shell of his ear. “Hold that thought.”
I slowly walk over to the dresser, my hips swishing, enticing him perfectly as I feel the subtle but noticeable notes of his desire growing within him. I open my phone and turn on my playlist. The moment the first note hits I begin to move my hips, slowly, seductively, glancing over my shoulder to look back at Jartre as he leans back on his hands, his silver eyes burning like liquid fire as his chest rises and falls as he drinks in my every move.
I turn my body to face him, whipping my hair to the beat. I stalk towards him, my eyes fixed on his, feeding off his energy and desire as I slowly touch my body. I feel myself all over, imagining it’s his hands on my body, clawing at me, claiming me, owning me. As I reach him, I place my hands on his knees. He allows me to push his thighs further apart, sliding my body against his like a sensual snake, eager to wrap myself around him and devour him, feeling him deep inside me.
I lean into him, my lips just a breath away from his. He leans in to kiss me, and I immediately pull away, turning my back to him as I sit on his lap, feeling his steel dick pressing against my ass making my pussy dripping wet. I grind on his dick, revelling in his groans of ecstasy as he takes a firm grip on my hips forcing me to grind harder on him. I glance back at him, a seductive smirk on my face. My smirk falters as a moan escapes me when I feel his warm tongue glide up the length of my spine. He satisfies his desires, kissing every exposed area of flesh feverishly, my body burning under his touch and my breaths turning to pants of pleasure as I feel him feast on my flesh, his teeth and lips nipping and sucking, marking my skin with his desire.
No part of me is safe. He marks me with the need of a man driven mad by his desire. I feel him wrap my hair around his hand as he yanks my head to the side. His tongue glides up my neck, sucking my ear into his mouth as his other hand moves around my waist, sliding between my thighs and cupping my pussy like he owns it. I lean my back against his chest, grinding my ass on his dick as he rubs my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong.
“You’re like a temptress sent to destroy me.” His words are spoken like a feverish delirium.
“I think you love it,” I pant.
He pulls the strap from my shoulder, exposing more of my body to his greedy mouth. “As midnight loves the moon.”