Erotique Volume 1

After a night of a night of intense and exhausting passion with Sir, she was awakened harshly by shrieking sound of her phone’s alarm. “s**t!” she whispered audibly as she scrambled across His king size bed to turn off her alarm. She had planned on being up well before Him and downstairs making breakfast as she said she would before coming over last night. Her feet had barely touched the floor when suddenly He entered the bedroom. Without warning He pulls her to her feet and into His body. He kisses her passionately. “Good morning sunshine! You’re such a sleepyhead.” He says. Before she can fully process the kiss or the good morning that followed, His hand tightens around her throat as He pins her to the wall, "Why don't you open your cookbook and get downstairs and make Me waffles, you b***h!" She struggles to swallow and squeaks out a "Yes Sir. Do you want butter on them?" He nods His head. As she hurries of to fulfill His command He smacks her soundly on the ass, "and make sure to put blueberries and raspberries on them and drizzle some honey on them too, slut!" She lifts up on her feet and hurries at the soundness of the smack on her bare ass. Taking the bowl out of the cupboard and turning on the waffle maker, she can feel His eyes on her every move. He loves to watch careful movements and the look on her face of concentration with a hint of worry as she measures out each ingredient. As she gets into the rhythm of mixing, a calmness comes over her. Her hips start to sway, her knees bend, and her ass pops. He is amused at her antics. He takes His seat at the end of the kitchen table still watching her work her culinary magic. The alluring aroma of homemade waffles filling the air. She brings over a knife and fork, setting the table in front of Him. She brings a cup of hot coffee, prepared the way He likes it. Next, smiling she carries in the plate of fresh, crispy waffles, heaped with ripe berries. He can see the butter melting and the honey drip off the berries. Placing it carefully in front of Him, she trails her fingers across the back of His hand. "I hope You enjoy, Sir!" He watches as she grabs her plate and carefully kneels beside Him to eat. After taking a bite He pets her hair, "Good girl." Which immediately puts a smile on her face. The warmth and satisfaction that she feels filling her up inside from being able to provide Him with a delicious and heartfelt meal overflows from her. He can taste the love in her cooking. This moment is enough for them both. The room is filled with the radiant glow of their happiness and thoughts of more breakfasts to come.