35.Food and Wine

La Bella Vita was closed to all its customers tonight. The lights were completely off. In the large kitchen, it was just me and him. Leo took the chef's apron and wrapped it around his waist in a handsome and attractive manner. His movements were undeniably magnetic and enticing to me. He slowly approached the kitchen counter and chose his knife. As he swung his sharp knife towards the vegetables, I was enchanted by the mastery of each of his movements.

Standing directly across from him, I was wearing a deep-necked black dress. The dress clung perfectly to the curves of my body, adding an elegant and regal flair. My hair cascaded in waves onto my shoulders. I slowly brought the red wine glass to my lips. With each sip, watching Leo's dominance in the kitchen became even more enjoyable.

For a moment, Leo's eyes shifted towards me. I saw the spark in his eyes and that playful smile. I could feel that cooking wasn't just a meal preparation act for him, but also an art and passion.

"I hope you like it," he said, stirring with one hand and glancing at me with the other. My wine tasted even more intense for a moment. Tonight was not just a meal, but also a dance, a game, and an attraction. And I was determined to live every moment of this game to the fullest.

A month had passed since the accident. We had been living together for a full month, and here we were tonight. I hadn't imagined when he suggested we have dinner together that he would personally prepare a meal for me. Especially not closing his entire restaurant for it.

Now he was preparing a meal for me in his restaurant's kitchen.

"Are you very hungry?"

"Not enough," I replied with a smile, taking another sip of my wine.

"Alright, Isabella," he said, his eyes shining. "Tonight, you'll eat the best meal of your life."

"Quite a bold statement. What if I don't like it?" I challenged.

He smiled and walked straight towards me, bringing a small piece of carrot he had chopped to my lips. As I took the carrot from his fingers, I lightly licked his finger.

Was I playful? Definitely. Every movement, every touch, every look I gave him had subtle hints. I hadn't been intimate with Leo for a full month, and this, like high voltage energy between two flames, drew us closer to each other.

"If you don't like the meal, you can punish me," said Leo, continuing to chop the vegetables on the kitchen counter.

While saying this, the slight smirk on the corner of his lips signaled a deeper meaning behind his words. Perhaps this was just a part of the game between us.

"Will you do whatever I want?" I asked, a noticeable tremor in my voice. My heart was racing.

Leo paused for a moment, not taking his eyes off me, and said, "I'll obey every command, Bella." His voice was determined and passionate. Then he gave me a look that filled my entire body with warmth.

His skill in the kitchen constantly held my attention. He was cutting vegetables and meats with his hands, adding spices, and playing with the flames dancing on the pan. Every move was made with the mastery of a chef.

Gradually, the aromas of the dishes he prepared began to fill the entire kitchen. Seafood sautéed in olive oil, chicken breast marinated with fresh spices, and a mushroom sauce prepared with white wine. All of these were making a perfect main course.

When we moved to the table, everything was prepared perfectly. Fine white porcelain plates, crystal candelabras, and shining silverware. In the middle, red roses stood in a white vase.

As Leo served the dishes, I sipped my wine to savor this special moment with him. The dishes were as delicious as they appeared. Every bite was filled with exploding flavors on my palate.

Despite the exquisite taste of every dish, I said nothing. No, tonight I wanted to make Leo my slave. He had said he would do everything I said. Even if it meant foregoing all these flavors.

"I didn't like it," I said, taking another piece from my meal and lingering a bit longer as I brought the piece to my mouth with my fork.

Leo's dark eyes focused intently on me. He wiped his lips with a napkin; his movement was so slow and deliberate that it seemed as if everything was planned. He took a sip of his wine, the red of the drink shining on his lips as he left them on the slightly curved mouth of the wine glass. Then, looking at me, his lips curved mockingly. "I'm sure you didn't like it, Bella. How could it be otherwise?"

There was a playful mockery in his voice, which both unsettled and intrigued me. My eyes locked onto his. "Yes, you should improve yourself a bit more in this regard," I said, looking even deeper into his eyes, challenging him further.

The spark in Leo's eyes brightened for a moment. "Hmm, since you didn't like my meal, I guess it's time for my punishment, isn't it?" he said, his eyes smiling.

For a moment, I caught my breath. I swallowed. I pressed my legs slightly against each other, he shouldn't have noticed this movement, but the expression in his eyes made me feel he saw everything. This was certainly not a punishment, and he knew it. I challenged him with the sparkle in my eyes.I swallowed hard. My eyes wandered around, and I found the kitchen where Leo was cooking with his own hands. We'd never made love in the kitchen before, had we? We needed a change in the atmosphere, a refreshing sensation.

"Am I giving my first order?" I said, lifting my chin up with a cheeky tone. Noticing the playful sparkle in my eyes, he stood up, laughing.

"At your service, princess," he replied, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Pick me up and take me to the kitchen," I commanded, my voice softened with a hint of sweetness.

He moved faster than I expected, and suddenly I found myself in Leonardo's arms, holding a glass of wine. I let out a small scream in surprise. Some wine splashed out, but neither of us seemed to care.

With calm steps, Leo carried me to the kitchen counter. The kitchen lights were still dim, and all I could sense were the rising aromas from the cooking dishes. As the cold surface of the counter touched my legs, I shivered.

Leo brushed my hair aside with his hand and gently kissed my neck. "So, princess, what should I do now?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear.

I leaned in close to his ear and whispered back, "You should heat up this kitchen a bit more," a clear desire in my voice.

"And how do you suggest I do that?"

"Start by kissing me," I replied. He took my wine glass, took a big sip, and pressed his lips to mine. As the wine from his mouth smeared onto my lips, I moaned in pleasure and wrapped my arms around his neck