Chapter 25

I arrived home to find Gabe watching television, he wore only a pair of blue jeans. If there was an equivalent to lingerie for men, in my eyes it’s a man just wearing a pair of well-fitted blue jeans. The sun was setting out the back sliding doors. My black heels and collar were waiting for me on the end table near the door. He didn’t acknowledge my presence at all. I set my bags down and stripped off my clothes. I slipped on my black four-inch pumps and shook my hair loose from its bun.

I pushed the hidden button that opened the silver padlock and closed my collar around my neck. I walked over and stood before him, just inches from the sofa.

His eyes met mine and I could see that he was trying to keep his face expressionless, but he wasn’t entirely successful. The left corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny appreciative smile, seeing me naked and waiting for him. He looked back at the television.

“I’ve had a long day, and we ran drills yesterday, so I had to work late last night to get the galley clean. I don’t feel like cooking,” he said. “You do it. The recipe is on the counter. Everything you need is in the fridge.” Gabe had never asked me to cook before.

“Pay attention to the recipe and don’t rush.” He looked back at me, and his eyes drifted down my body. I could feel my nipples stiffen under his gaze. “Do not disappoint me.” His voice had taken on a deep authoritarian tone that I loved.

I nodded and smiled. “Yes, Alpha. May I go to the kitchen now?”

Another small smile. “Yes.” I turned and was about to step away when he stopped me. “Wait, step backward to me.” I did so and stood with my hands at my side. I kept my eyes front as he reached forward and caressed my ass lovingly. I heard the sofa creak as he leaned forward and kissed each cheek. I frowned a bit, thinking maybe he had misunderstood me when his right hand came down on my right ass cheek like a whipcrack. A second followed in an instant on my left. I’d told him months ago that I did enjoy being spanked. I loved that he’d waited until now to give it a try.

“If supper displeases me, I’ll make sure you can’t sit down in the courtroom tomorrow. Get to it,” he said quietly as he settled back on the sofa. I felt my ass stinging as I walked leg over leg into the kitchen. It felt wonderful.

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I looked at the recipe that he’d hand-written for me. It was creamy chicken and mushroom carbonara. He left detailed instructions so a child could follow the recipe. Or someone as culinarily inept as myself. I began assembling my cutting board, pots, and tools when he called me.

“Tina, bring me a Seven-and-Seven,” he said.

“Yes, Alpha!” I answered instantly. A warm feeling came over me. I mixed his drink and walked it out. He frowned immediately and held up his hand to stop me. “Drinks are served on a tray. They are above the stove.”

I found a small serving tray that I had no idea was even in the house. He’d been adding kitchen implements with some regularity. My kitchen looked nothing like it had when he moved in. I set the glass on the tray and walked it out.

I stopped next to his knees. Our eyes met. “Bend over here,” he said. I bent at the waist, offering him the drink. He reached up with both hands and took both my nipples between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. Our eyes met again as he began to squeeze. When the pleasure gave way to pain, I whimpered for a moment, and the glass trembled on the tray. He stopped and sat up, pulling me down for a furious kiss. I could feel his teeth on my lower lip. He caressed my face with his left hand and his right began squeezing my nipple again. After a minute or so he released me, took the glass from the tray, and sat back. I was breathing heavily and noticed the bulge in his pants. I was very happy to see it.

I’d been afraid that Gabe would do this for me, but not enjoy it himself. I was very happy that he seemed to be.

After about thirty minutes things started smelling good in the kitchen. Even though Gabe did most of the cooking, I had helped before and had been paying attention and asking questions. I heard him walk up and set his glass in the sink. I felt his breath in my ear as he looked over my shoulder. “Mmm. Very good, slut. If dinner is satisfactory, perhaps we’ll do something special.”

My heart leapt into my throat when he set a coil of white rope on the counter to my right. I was astounded. I never imagined he’d try something like this. But then again, he’d been surprising me since day one.