Dark Desires

Today Mia wanted to challenge her Chef. She is a very naughty girl and he knows it! Besides, that’s why he likes to be with her, to breathe her intoxicating scent and to feel her velvety skin on his body. So, his naughty little girl is hidden under his kitchen counter, patiently waiting for him to stand in front of her to cook.

It didn’t take long! Her Chef stood in front of the counter preparing the dough for the pizza. He had invited friends to watch the football match of his favourite team. So, he would make pizzas to treat them. He was the only person who had the right to enter the kitchen. No one else was allowed. It was a great risk for Mia who had been secretly waiting for him under the bench, preparing to make her bold move.

She spread her hands on his pants, lowering his zipper. The Chef looked down and saw her outstretched hands pulling his cock off his jeans. He could not help but smile. He always liked her games no matter how naughty they were. However, she violated a rule. Therefore, he should punish her. After all, that was what she was searching for by breaking his rules sometimes.

Mia had already started stroking him and playing with him in her hands. Her tongue and mouth were added to the game, licking it like ice cream. The Chef cursed inside him and left the dough aside. Without washing his hands, he grabbed her violently by the hair and lifted her to look him in the eyes. Mia smiled wickedly at him, biting her lower lip.

The Chef cursed Gods and Demons. This move was something that turned him on. Mia knew it very well. With his other hand, he slapped her buttocks. Mia let out a small scream of pain. However, her hands continued to caress his penis, stimulating him more. The Chef slapped her butt again. She groaned from the pleasure caused by his spanking.

The time for punishment had come!

“What did I tell you, bitch?” he asked, calling her by the name she hated.

Immediately she stopped smiling. She did not like to be called like that. When she was a good girl, he was calling her princess or baby. She liked such words. She hated being called bitch, slut, whore, prostitute and the like, just as Dracula hates garlic. When she used such offensive adjectives she knew that she had angered him and there would be an adequate reaction, her punishment.

“Didn’t I tell you that only one person can enter the kitchen?” he asked, shaking her head as he held her hair tightly in his fist.

“Yes, Chef!” she replied seriously.

“Then what the hell are you doing over here?”

She did not have time to answer. The Chef grabbed her neck with his other hand and lifted her so that she could not touch the floor. Immediately, he hurried to the door of the closet. Mia felt she was choking. She tried to hold on to his husky shoulders so that he would not choke her. Of course, he wouldn’t! They both knew this very well. They trusted each other completely in the roles they played.

The Chef lowered her so that her feet rested on the cold tile. He opened the closet and threw her angrily inside. Anna fell to the solid floor with noise and groans.

“Undress”, he ordered her.

Without a second thought, she took off her clothes one by one, looking at him with curiosity and impatience for her impending rebuke. The Chef grabbed a skein of rope and approached her. He looked at her dazzled and enchanted by her beauty. She was naked in front of him, she was all his!

With his fingers, he made a path from her collarbone to her round, large breasts. His fingers formed circles around her nipples, hardening them. The Chef looked her in the eyes. She saw the pleasure he was causing her. He did his best to resist his momentum, throw her back on the shelves and fuck her wildly.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

She immediately obeyed his order. The Chef guided her next to the radiator pipe that passed through there. He passed the rope to the pipe and then tied her hands behind her back. Next, he passed the rope around her neck. It was not very tight, she could breathe comfortably. Simply, if she wanted to shake her hands to release them, only then the rope would drown her. Something she would not do.

The Chef got up and walked out of the closet. Mia looked at him astonished. Would he leave her naked, tied up in the closet, she wondered. At that moment, he returned holding a pillow and a towel. He placed the pillow under her feet so that she could sit comfortably on it. After, he blindfolded her with a towel. Mia heard him getting up from the ground.

“You will sit here until the end of the match and the departure of my guests. If I hear noise or crying or your voice coming from the closet, I will send a guest to fuck you. Do you understand?” he informed her of her punishment and the consequences if she did not comply.

“Yes, Chef!” Anna agreed, nodding her head in approval.

The Chef turned his back on her and left the closet. Mia was left alone disappointed. It was not the punishment she expected. She would like him to spank her ass, as usual. Or let her beg him for orgasm, every time he would lick her pussy. Not this time, though.

The hours passed. She listened to his friends coming home. She also heard about the victory of his favourite team. She remained silent all these hours. Finally, when she heard the last visitor left, the closet door opened.

She heard his footsteps approaching. After, silence. For a moment she thought it was not him. She was scared! Of course, they had agreed that they would never do that. Neither she wanted it nor he. At this thought, she calmed down a bit. She waited impatiently to hear his voice.

“Sorry, Chef!” She finally decided to break the silence first.

She heard him sitting on the floor next to her and leaving something down. From the noise, it seemed that it was porcelain. His fingers gently caressed her cheek. Her heart skipped at his gentle touch. She hoped it was his touch. She could not see. She hoped with all her soul to be her Chef and not any of his friends.

His fingers continued to travel down her body to her neck and shoulders. His touch aroused her. Her nipples were already hard waiting to be touched or sucked. Instead, he had other plans.

“Open your mouth,” he heard his coveted voice.

She opened her mouth waiting. Something small and round came into her mouth. She closed it and bit it. The sweet taste of the grape flooded her mouth.

“What is it?” he asked her.

“Grape”, she answered correctly.

The Chef smiled but she could not see him. On the contrary, he could see her reaction. He knew she was scared at first. He knew about her seeking forward to hearing his voice to calm down. At first, he wanted to leave her wondering but he felt sorry for her. That’s why he decided to talk.

They both knew the game they were playing well. Degustation game. With every correct answer, there is a reward. By guessing correctly, Mia gained something. A kiss. The Chef leaned on her and kissed her lips. At first, he was gentle until he started sucking her lips one by one. His tongue penetrated her mouth trying to find hers. He played with her. He heard her moaning with pleasure and felt her heavy breath on him.

Quite aroused, he stopped kissing her. Time to continue the game.

Without ordering her again, Mia opened her mouth waiting for the next item for identification. It was soft and fluffy. Chocolate-flavoured dessert.

“Chocolate cake,” Mia replied with a smile.

“Well done, little girl!“, the Chef praised her as he should.

Mia was glad to call her little girl. But she was happier when his lips kissed her neck. His teeth bit her lightly causing her body to shiver.

Third test. Mia knew it was cheese. The issue was what kind of cheese it was.

“Feta” tried by chance. It was salty but it was also softer than feta.

“Wrong! Haloumi”replied the Chef smilingly.

It’s his turn to have what he wanted for hours. His cock in her mouth!

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, lifting her from the floor.

Mia heard him getting up and unfastening his belt. Then, she recognized the sound of the zipper. With her mouth open, she waited for what she knew would happen. He would put his penis in her mouth. It is what she wanted to do earlier in the kitchen.

Mia gladly welcomed his cock in her mouth. He rushed into her larynx hitting its deepest point. His hands held her head by her hair indicating her movement. At first slowly and steadily and later faster. Her saliva dripped from her mouth every time his cock thrust in and out furiously in her mouth. Her muffled groans could be heard inside the closet.

The Chef couldn’t take it anymore and come into her mouth. It was so nice and warm. Each time he was coming into her mouth, Mia drank it all. She would not let a drop spill out of her mouth.

Fourth test. Mia felt the sweetness of her well-known favourite fruit.

“Strawberry” her answer sounded confident.

“Correct!“.

The Chef took one of her nipples in his mouth while the other was surrounded by his fingers. He bit one and pinched the other. Mia groaned with pleasure and pain together. She stretched her body again to facilitate his access to her breast. The Chef took both nipples in his mouth. He then sucked them and bit them. Mia felt the excitement down her pussy. It was soaking wet. She could feel it. It was there she wanted to feel his tongue, his kiss and his dick.

Fifth test. It was pineapple. Mia was sure. She hated this fruit, so she would recognize it even if she did not have a tongue.

“Pineapple”.

“Very well, Princess!“. His exclamation made her happy.

“Turn and bend over” he made her know about the position for her reward.

Mia did not hesitate a moment. She showed him her buttocks and her pussy. The Chef looked at them in ecstasy. He could look at them for hours. He stroked her white buttocks and noticed the moisture of her vagina. He stuck his tongue out there and licked it.

Mia sighed with pleasure. She felt his warm tongue pass through the lips of her pussy and then penetrate inside her. His lips were touching the lips of her cunt. Mia bit her lips. She felt his tongue play with her clit. She groaned loudly.

She felt his finger penetrate her pussy thrusting slowly and steadily. Mia couldn’t take it anymore. She released her juices. The Chef tasted them with pleasure. It was his favourite juice.

Normally, he should continue the game. “Oh, fuck it!“, he exclaimed frustrated and stuck his cock in her pussy. He wanted to feel her warmth and wetness on his cock. He grabbed her tied hands while thrusting her pussy. Mia was moaning loudly as usual. Surely the whole neighbourhood knew when he was fucking her. Her screams must have been heard all over the block.

“Who fucks you, baby? Shout it out loud so everybody hears it!”

“The Chef! The Chef fucks me!” Mia shouted.

Satisfied, he put a finger in her asshole. Mia cried out loud “yes”. The Chef felt the spasms inside her. She was coming.

“Chef, yes!” Mia shouted.

The Chef inserted a second finger in her butt hole, opening it more. She did not stop coming. He could still feel her pussy’s convulsions. When Mia calmed down a bit, the Chef changed the holes. With slow movements, he penetrated her asshole. When it was opened enough, he pounded it hard on her.

Mia was shouting with pleasure. She felt his cock in her ass and it aroused her more. Especially when his fingers played with her clit, Mia went crazy. Her cries echoed throughout the house. Tears of pleasure flowed from her eyes, while her pussy had become a sea. She was coming continuously. The Chef finally released his cum in her asshole.

After they both calmed down, the Chef untied her and took her in his arms. He placed her on the bed and lay down next to her. Mia perched in his warm and confident embrace. She kissed his chest. The Chef kissed her forehead and they both fell asleep in the arms of each other until the next morning.