Chapter 58
I looked at the chefs and other servants gathered in the kitchen and made several extra batches of cookies.
When the fresh, warm cookies came out of the oven, filling the air with their sweet aroma, I turned around and called out to them.
"I made plenty. If you'd like, come try some."
A few of the bolder cooks stepped forward, picked up a warm cookie, and took a bite. It was crispy and crumbly.
The sweet taste spread through their mouths - rich butter and cream mixed with a hint of apple fragrance, and the unique aroma of vanilla beans swirling around.
One of the chefs looked surprised and gave me a thumbs up, not holding back his praise.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Moretti, these cookies are world-class. Please tell us your recipe."
I was happy to share. While making a new batch, I told them the proportions and showed them each step in detail.
When Kane entered the kitchen, this was the warm, happy scene he found.
Kane quietly walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my slender waist, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he suddenly spoke.
"I didn't expect you to get along so well with them."
I turned my head and noticed that because Kane had come in, the cooks and kitchen staff had all quietly left the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty again.
I smiled and turned around, my fingers still covered with a mixture of butter and flour.
I reached out and lightly touched his lips.
But he opened his mouth and took my finger inside, gently licking the food off it.
His licking made my heart race. I felt embarrassed and pushed at him with my arm.
"Don't do that, there are people outside."
But Kane didn't care at all. He lifted me and set me on the nearby counter, his eyes deep as he released my finger.
His tongue traced from my finger all the way to my collarbone.
He opened his mouth, taking my collarbone between his lips, licking and biting.
A ticklish, slightly painful sensation spread through my chest.
I tried to struggle, but Kane's strength was more than I could resist.
My face turned completely red as I said to him, "Can we not do this here? This is where food is prepared. I can't imagine coming back here to cook and not thinking about what happened today."
But Kane whispered in my ear, "Not just here. Starting today, whether it's the manor, the castle, or anywhere we've been, we'll leave traces of our lovemaking everywhere."
Kane's wild words made my face burn hot.
I shook my head, but I knew my refusal was useless.
Because Kane had already started touching my pussy.
His eyes were full of fire.
I could only make one last attempt, "At least let me wash my hands."
I held up my hands, covered with flour, butter, and some cream.
Kane carried me to the sink. After I washed my hands clean, he impatiently spread my legs apart.
His fingers went straight into my vagina.
His fingers were still a bit cold. The heat inside my body made his hand feel even colder.
It was like an ice cube entering my body.
I couldn't help but shiver and instinctively pushed against his firm, full chest.
Kane looked at me with a smile, "What's wrong?"
I looked at Kane pitifully and couldn't help complaining, "Your fingers are too cold."
But Kane misunderstood what I meant.
With his other free hand, he pulled down his pants, revealing his hard penis, and said to me, "So my cupcake wants something hotter. Come on, this is what you love."
I shook my head to deny it, but Kane also jumped onto the counter and pressed my head down toward his penis.
I had no choice but to cooperate, opening my mouth and slowly licking and sucking his penis.
But Kane clearly wasn't satisfied with this. He held the back of my head and pressed it down bit by bit.
His thick penis was like a giant snake, desperately drilling into my throat.
A wave of nausea came over me. I wanted to throw up, but because his penis was blocking my mouth, I couldn't, so I could only keep swallowing.
My throat kept contracting. I felt Kane's whole body start to tremble - clearly, he was enjoying it.
Just when I couldn't help but roll my eyes from being choked by his penis, Kane finally let me go.
He gently cupped my face, watching my saliva drip down from the corner of my mouth, lightly kissed the tip of my nose, and praised, "My cupcake, you're amazing. You succeeded at deep-throating on your first try."
Tears from the physical reaction flowed from my eyes. I couldn't help complaining, "You're so thick and hard, and you just pushed straight into my throat. I feel uncomfortable."
Kane apologized without any real remorse, "That's my fault. I'll be more gentle with you."
As he spoke, Kane gently pressed me down.
I lay on the cold counter.
He spread my legs apart and slowly pushed his tip inside.
After our earlier interaction, fluid was actually flowing from down there.
I felt a bit ashamed of my slutty reaction and couldn't help turning my face away.
But Kane reached out and turned my face back.
His eyes stared intently at me.
His hips kept thrusting, while his other hand pinched my nipple, occasionally increasing the pressure to pull it up.
The subtle stinging sensation made me even more excited. I couldn't help wrapping my arms around his neck, arching my body to match his movements.
I don't know how long it lasted, but a hot stream poured into my body again, and Kane let out a satisfied sigh.
But I felt a bit unsatisfied, since this time didn't last as long as before.
I moved my body, and then felt the penis that had just softened a bit quickly swell up again, like an iron rod inserted inside me.
I looked at him in surprise.
Kane smiled and actually jumped down from the counter while holding me, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window in the kitchen.
My eyes widened. I nervously hugged his neck and asked, "People outside will see, won't they?"
But Kane said, "No one dares to look at you, don't worry."
With that, he held me and started moving his hips again, his penis constantly thrusting inside me.
My sense of shame was gradually replaced by rising pleasure. My mind gradually went blank, knowing only to seek the pleasure I wanted.
Finally, my lower body uncontrollably sprayed out a hot stream of liquid, completely soaking Kane's lower body.
Kane raised an eyebrow, staring at where our bodies joined. After a long while, he licked his lips with satisfaction, looked up at me, and said, "Your color is so beautiful, it's pink."
Hearing Kane's compliment made me even more shy.
I could only hold him tightly, burying my head in his chest.
Kane thoughtfully helped me put my clothes back on and carried me out of the kitchen.
I didn't dare look at anyone else.
After all, from our clothes and hair, anyone could tell what we'd just been doing in the kitchen.