Cook

When Rune opened his eyes, he heard a loud alarm sound next to him. He grimaced in pain as he shifted to his side and reached over to the side table next to the bed he was in to turn off the alarm. Noticing the time, he took a long, deep breath, then sat up and leaned his back against the headboard. The pain throughout his body caused him to clench his teeth tightly together. The time spent with Leslie the night before had been difficult for him. He was gagged and handcuffed to the table and Leslie refused to let him orgasm; thus he was subjected to unusual punishment.

Because it had been such a long night, he couldn't remember exactly when he went to sleep or how he managed to get to the bed he was now sitting on. As he took in his surroundings, he realized that the other side of the bed was undisturbed. It looked like he was sleeping alone. Rune was rubbing his eyes wondering if he was allowed to leave the room when the door suddenly opened and Leslie walked in. This gave him great comfort because he no longer had to try to figure things out. "Good morning, Rune."

"Good morning." As Rune answered, he looked at Leslie who looked extremely hot in her suit.

Leslie approached the bed, standing next to it and staring at Rune as she said, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore but otherwise fine."

"Okay. Your pain will feel better once you soak in the bath that was prepared for you. When you're done, please get dressed and we'll have breakfast in the kitchen. The double doors on the left will take you to the bathroom."

"It's OK thank you."

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As Rune looked at the food that was prepared for him, he couldn't help but wonder if Leslie had gotten up and prepared everything. He was also curious when Leslie woke up and if she really slept. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the woman sitting across from him, but he didn't seem interested in conversation as they ate together. Rune devoured his entire breakfast in complete silence. He wasn't much of a breakfast person, but strangely enough he had an appetite and he knew it was because of everything that had happened the day before. His body needed the lost energy back in order to be restored.

Leslie looked at Rune, pleased that he had finished his meal. "You ate well."

Rune smiled, "It was a good meal; I enjoyed it well, thank you."

"Was there something more appealing about this meal compared to the ones I prepared that made you enjoy it more than the others?"

"To be honest, I believe it's my appetite this morning. You have amazing talent in the kitchen, surprisingly, as evidenced by the fact that I've enjoyed every meal you've prepared so far, even though I'm a picky eater. I have to admit though, eggs are a favorite and this omelette was cooked to perfection." Rune responded by giving Leslie feedback as well as compliments.

Leslie's eyes were fixed on Rune as she asked, "Why is it surprising that I'm a good cook?"

"Umm, well, to be honest, you don't look like someone who would be in the kitchen creating the kinds of dishes you make. Most individuals in your position hire a personal chef, but I'm going to guess. You like to cook, don't you?"

"What is my position?"

"Huh?" Rune was confused by Leslie's question.

"You said people in my position would hire a personal chef, so I'd like to know what position I'm in?"

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