Page 13 of Bound to the Chef

“Well... maybe the sticky, gooey, icky part, but everything else was simply divine.”

“Hmmm. I guess I'll have to keep the sticky, gooey, icky part in mind whenever I need to punish you.”

“Oh. You know what? I'm completely good without that. I'm the goodest girl. The best submissive ever. A perfect slave. Always.”

His laugh rumbles from his chest and against my cheek, making butterflies swarm in my gut. “That you are, my love. That you are.”

CHAPTER7

JASON

I stare down at my wife, my heart clenching in my chest. I'll never know how I became so lucky to find her, let alone keep her, but I refuse to look this particular gift horse in the mouth. Once I have her settled in the car, I make my way to my side.

Deep in my pocket, I still hold the collar I plan to give her. I wasn't lying about it being on her neck one way or another. Just one more show of ownership that everyone will see. Granted, only those in the community will really understand its purpose, but I'll know.

It will look so pretty around her neck while she cooks under me, adding another bit of flavor to our already spicy life. Turning, I glance over at Rhylee and smile. She's so tired. I can feel the exhaustion wafting from her body, but I'm not done with her. Not yet.

Gripping the skirt in my hand, I inch it up her legs until her pussy is bare to me once more. Poor thing probably doesn't have another orgasm in her, but I can't get enough of her feel, her taste, or her smell. I was already obsessed before, but now that she bears my mark, it's as if a switch has been flipped.

Her soft moans fill the car as I reach between her splayed thighs and slide my fingers across her slick pussy. Still so fucking wet.

“You were perfection tonight, my pet,” I murmur, keeping my touch light and gentle.

“Hmmmmm,” she sighs, rolling her head to the side to look at me. “You weren't so bad yourself.”

“Even if I did leave you sticky, gooey, and icky?” I tease.

Her soft laugh skitters down my spine and into my balls where they draw up so painfully tight. How did I ever exist without her? She smiles so sweetly, so trustingly up at me as I continue to play with her.

Thankfully, the roads are bare. No doubt all the parents are out with their children scooping up Halloween treats. The vast nothingness stretches out in front of us, and for a moment, I debate just running away with my new bride.

Work be hanged. I want nothing more than to lie next to her all day and wake up with her every morning. Work will just get in the way of me pleasuring her body, giving her that bite of pain she needs to orgasm.

“We don't work all day,” she laughs. “There will be plenty of time to indulge and still bring home a paycheck. We've made it work before. Quite well, I'd say.”

“I agree, but it doesn't change the fact that I want to spend every waking moment in your presence.”

“I guess you'll have to change the menu to make us work a bit more closely together. It is rather difficult when you have me on the other side of the kitchen.”

A heavy sigh drifts from my lips. “I don't want to talk about work.”

“I know,” she agrees, her heart heavy.

I can feel the unease through the bond, and I can smell it wafting from her skin. “Talk to me, Rhylee. What has you so concerned?”

“I don't know, really. I just know this changes everything. I'm no longer the omega you're seeing after work. I'm your wife. What does that mean for us? Will I need to get another job?”

Unfortunately, I can't think while my fingers are messing with her pussy. Pulling back, I rest my fingertips against Rhylee's lips and wait for her to clean them off before putting my hand back onto the steering wheel. Yet one more thing that will have to be cleaned tonight.

“I will not entertain any discussion about you getting another job. Are you planning on fighting me for the role of Head Chef?”

“Of course not!” she barks out, her tone lined with incredulity. “I don't want that much responsibility. Ever. You know that. It's why I was content remaining as your sous chef.”

“Then why would you need to get another job?”

“I don't know. Conflict of interest? I've never had to think about it before. I mean, yeah. Part of me always hoped I'd end up married to you, but I never let myself actually plan for that future. I know you're just as lost as I am. I can feel it like a discordant thrum through the bond.”

“You're absolutely right. I never let myself dream of this moment. The idea of you belonging to another Alpha, even for six months at a time, was far too horrific for me to even contemplate. But the idea of me marrying you... The thought was so beautiful, so poignant, that I feared getting my hopes up.”

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