YM778.TV Chapter 245 - Sounds Like A Trick
«Food,» he said. «Real food, for the Moon Goddess. What you have in your fridge can\'t be considered as such.»
«Are you going to cook for me?»
«That\'s the plan.»
«Nice plan,» she chuckled.
«I figured you wouldn\'t have been done with your bath and found something to keep myself busy. I\'ll make you dinner.»
«Oh, tempting,» she chuckled. «But we agreed, Rider: nothing more than sex.»
«Isn\'t food sexy?»
«Depends,» she sighed. «But it can also be intimate or friendly... I\'m afraid it will make things difficult.»
«Hmm... I would agree with you during any other day of the month. Yet, today, we\'re going to be close no matter what we do. It\'s what happens during a Black Moon, isn\'t it? Why fight so much? We both are adults and can understand - tomorrow when the effects are gone - that it was just a moment. Nothing to grow a relationship over. Am I wrong?»
«It sounds like a trick.»
«Because it is. You\'re troublesome. Just eat my food and say thank you later. If it\'s good, of course. If not, I\'ll distract you from the taste,» he said, taking a couple of steps in her direction.
Instead of doing anything a boyfriend could do, he just passed next to her and placed the bags on the table in the kitchen.
«I also bought some ingredients for easy dishes. You don\'t need to starve or eat garbage when I\'m not around,» he added.
«I don\'t eat garbage!»
«I\'ve seen the inside of your fridge, Mine. You can\'t hide it from me.»
Samantha\'s shoulders bent down as she accepted reality. Something yummy and potentially healthy seemed like the right idea. Moreover, it was better to have enough energy for hours to come.
«Go take your bath. I\'ll need a lot of time here,» he continued, taking out what he needed and leaving it on the counter while putting away the rest.
«Is that meat?» Samantha said when the aroma of blood reached her nose. «Beef?»
«Ground beef.»
«And? Tomatoes? Oh, even a carrot and onion! What are you going to prepare?
«Surprise!»
Before she could reach out and rummage in the bag, he grabbed her wrists and made her turn.
«Go. Take. Your. Bath. If you come out of there in less than forty minutes, I will be very mad at you,» he whispered to her ear.
«Oh,» Samantha sighed, leaning back until her body hit his chest. «I need more details, Mister Rider. So that I can choose which option appeases me the most.»
«You don\'t want to see me mad, believe me.»
Since he didn\'t seem to take the chance to touch her, Samantha guided his hand on her breast. He just chuckled against her neck, sending shivers through her spine with that simple action. His fingers didn\'t press on her skin, and he caught her wrist again. He pressed Samantha\'s hand where his was a few seconds before, and he licked her earlobe slowly and carefully.
He could sniff her scent, and he knew she was losing her cool.
«You can do this in the bath while thinking about me,» he whispered, this time with a more provocative tone. He wasn\'t threatening anymore... Oh, his was more like a promise. «While imagining me cooking for you, ah? Doesn\'t that turn you on?»
«Just a little,» she voiced, her lungs aching for the lack of air. Even talking was so difficult at that moment.
«Then go, and loosen up. I want to see you pleased and relaxed when you\'re done. Am I clear?»
«Oh, Rider... Don\'t do this,» she murmured, turning on her feet and placing her hands on his chest. «Don\'t send me away like this! Do I stink, by any chance? Is that why you\'re sending me to bathe with so
much insistence?»
«Hey,» he warned her, but she didn\'t listen.
Instead, she leaned forward, intending to cut any distance between them.
«Mine, last warning.»
«It\'s funny when you pretend to be stern,» she chuckled.
«Funny? Pretending?»
He made her rotate towards the door, and he pushed her slightly forward. After Samantha had taken a short step, already considering going back and teasing him again, he spanked her.
There was no strength at all. He just wanted her to feel how serious he was about her bath. Yet, her red face and trembling shoulders made him reconsider.
«Hey, Mine?» he inquired. Was he going to feel her rage? Or had he hurt her pride or something like that?
What was the problem? Was she angry, hurt, or shocked?
«You\'re rude,» she said, trying to keep her laughter down. «I can\'t believe you really did it!»
Her voice filled the room, and Rider\'s heart returned beating again. Even if she was making fun of him... Ah, that little devil!
«You really are a big, bad, and rude black wolf,» she said.
«Do you want another one?» he warned her, and the woman shook her head while walking away.
He could hear the flowing water, and then her body entering the tub. She was listening, for once. Now, he had to cook something edible if he wanted her to listen even after dinner. And he wanted her to listen.
«Oh, was once enough?» he wondered.
Maybe, he should have asked his mother to show him for the second time. But he was confident in his skills.
If he could make an omelette, he could also prepare something slightly more complicated. His mama told him it was still a basic plate. And he knew how to solve it if things went awry: with fried eggs.
Not to mention that he had ingredients for an army.
«Good,» he murmured while rolling up his sleeves.
There was a naughty, hungry devil waiting for his hard work.