Chapter 3

ELIAS' POV

What woke me up the next morning was the sharp sting in my ass when I rolled over.

I winced because my body was still sore in places I did not want to think about.

And the memory of Damien’s hands landing hard on my ass time and time again with his deep voice talking me through everything would not even leave my head.

So I just lay in bed for a long time with my face up, staring at the white ceiling.

A part of me instantly began to feel every guilt for letting it happen so fast.

Another part of me felt excited in a way that scared me because I knew this was wrong

But I could not stop wanting more.

When I tried to get out of bed, my ass burned every time I moved.

I just gave up and fell back in bed with a deep sigh from the back of my throat.

Let's not even talk about my throat.

The rest of it felt too raw from taking all of his long, hard length down there.

My knees were not an exception.

Both of them still hurt from being in my knees while he fucked my throat raw.

A buzzing sound drew me back to reality.

I turned around to see that it was my phone making that noise on the nightstand.

Reaching out, I grabbed it and held it up in front of my face while scrolling.

It was a message from Damien.

The words were few.

{Come to the kitchen. We need to properly discuss the menu for the week.}

I stared at the words for a minute as my heart started beating faster.

And a glance at the time on my phone almost made me scream in panic.

It was fifteen minutes past seven.

That meant I only had about forty five minutes to prepare if I was going to be ready by eight o'clock as he had instructed me the night before.

My aching ass jumped out of bed.

Fingers pulling off my night attire while I was hurriedly headed to the bathroom in order to take a quick shower.

I had never woken up this late.

But it wasn't surprising to me that I had done so because my body needed the rest after everything Damien did to me.

After brushing my teeth, I stepped into the shower and let the cold water blast over me.

I was done in the shower minutes later and staggered out to pull on my clean work clothes hanging in the closet.

Checking the time, I sighed.

It was almost seven thirty.

I headed out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen breathing fast.

My hands trembled.

I tried to walk slower because my stomach was churning with dread at seeing Damien all over again after last night.

I stood outside the door of the kitchen and took a deep breath before exhaling.

"Fighting," I whispered.

As my hand reached for the door knob, his voice floated towards me.

"Are you going to spend the rest of the day standing outside the door boy?"

My breath hitched.

He must have heard my footsteps.

I cleared my throat.

My hand tightened around the door knob before I finally pushed it open.

When I walked into the kitchen, Damien was standing at the centre with his piercing eyes trained on the kitchen entrance.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt and dark blue trousers with his matching blue tie hanging loosely around his graceful tattooed neck.

My mind instantly went blank.

He looked so calm and put together as if nothing had happened last night.

And don't forget sexy.

He looked so edible standing there that my body instantly boiled with desire.

“Morning, Elias.”

His greeting dragged me into panic mode.

“Good morning, sir,” I blurted out while trying to keep my voice steady.

But it was impossible.

My nervous system was processing too many emotions at the moment.

Feeling too much.

And my body diddered from it.

"Seems like you slept well?" He asked.

I nodded an answer.

"That's good."

He pointed at the counter.

“Why don't you sit down and tell me what you plan to cook for the next few days?”

I didn't need convincing.

My ass was immediately planted in one of the chairs around the kitchen.

I was instantly pulling out my notebook as I started listing all of the dishes.

“Monday will start with grilled salmon and lemon butter sauce. Then there will be roasted chicken with herbs on Tuesday."

He made a hmm sound.

"For Wednesday, I prepared a new beef recipe with red wine reduction.”

Damien listened to everything I suggested without saying much at first.

And I tensed when he walked around the counter and stopped behind me.

That was when I realised that this encounter might not be about the menu after all.

Likely a continuation of last night.

Both of his hands raised and came to rest heavily on my shoulder.

“Those sound fine,” he started.

I swallowed—just the way my emotions were swallowing every inch of me whole.

“But I want you to prepare something special for dinner tonight."

He leaned in closer until his ears were brushing gently against my pinna.

Heat flushed my face.

"Something just for me.”

A lump rose in my throat.

I swallowed it.

Then I turned my head to look at him.

“What do you have in mind?”

There was a small pause.

“You.”

My mouth dropped.

The book in my hand followed.

And before I could answer, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the chair.

My breath hitched as he pushed me against the stainless-steel counter again.

“Sir, wait,” I breathed.

I was trying to sound bold, and failing miserably at it, as always.

He glanced at me.

Blood rushed into my stomach.

He stepped into my personal space with his hand flare against the counter at both sides of my body, encasing me.

"Yes?" He demanded.

The darkness in his eyes turned me on so much at that particular moment.

Blood engorged my dick.

My breathing quickened.

Still I managed to speak.

“I- I think w- we should talk a- about this first. L- last night was—”

His voice interrupted my stammering.

“Last night was only the start.”

His voice stayed calm.

But his rough hands moved in one quick move and his thick fingers were instantly wrapped around my neck.

A gasp escaped my lips.

“You do not get to decide when we talk. The decision is not yours. Elias.”