"Let me?" He raised his h*ps and lifted her off of the bed, pressing their gen**als together. "You wanted it."
She leaned over to take his other hand and pressed her full tits into his face.
"I want a lot of things, you know."
Tracy quickly guided him up and tied both of his wrists to the headboard. Gordon was still playing along, though her suddenly commanding disposition made him a little nervous. He had never seen her so aggressive.
"Like what?"
She reached up and pulled down her dress, exposing her perfectly pointed ni**les. Then she shimmied down onto his legs and unbuttoned his pants while also kicking off her own panties in the process. When she did, his rock-hard erection sprang out at her, demanding attention.
Tracy leaned forward again, this time to let her br**sts glide over the stiff meat waiting below. Gordon groaned and rocked his shaft between them.
"I want to tie your feet, too."
"Go ahead," he responded.
She sat up, turned around and bent over to work on his ankles, making sure that he could see her dripping wet pu**y being spread wide as she did so. She took her time, however, to give him enough time to remember her silky folds and the way that she had screamed his name before.
Finally finished, Tracy turned back around.
"What else?"
"I want you to please me."
Without waiting for permission, she crawled up until she was seated with her neatly-shaven lips just an inch above his waiting mouth.
Gordon craned his neck and buried his tongue into her tight folds, forcing a moan out of her lips. It moved in and out of her in quick, rhythmic flickers and slowly moved up to her swollen clit. Once there, she lowered herself down just enough to allow him to wrap his lips around the tender nub.
"Yes," she screamed and held onto her bouncing tits with both hands.
He continued to switch between suckling and licking with a dexterity similar to what he displayed in the kitchen. It didn’t take long for him to bring her to the very edge.
"Don’t stop," she demanded.
Gordon sucked down onto her cl*t harder than before, pulling away the last threads of restraint that she had left.
Tracy rocked her h*ps and screamed again as the pleasurable shock waves spread throughout her body. Hard chills raced through her spine, making her body buck against the tied-up chef’s mouth with little regard for his feelings. Every bit of it felt so good.
When she was done, she slowly inched herself back down over his body. The anticipation on his part was palpable; she could feel just how bad he wanted her right then. Though neither one of them spoke, there was no denying it. He needed her as much as the big gulps of air that he was taking.
By the time Tracy reached his lap, he was whimpering for some kind of release.
"Do you want to know what I want now?"
She straddled his member and reached down, slipping it out from behind his boxers. Her hand moved up and down over it slowly, stopping each time to gently squeeze the purple tip. Tracy lowered down just enough for his c**k to graze the very outer edge of her folds. She rocked them back and forth over it, teasing him with her ample wetness.
"Yes," he cried. "Anything, please."
The moment of truth had arrived. The decorated chef had been pushed to his limit. Tracy could see it in his eyes, just as she had seen it before in Mr. Hayes. At that moment, he would have given her his own legs to have what was between hers.
She slipped her hand down to the base of his shaft and tightened it firmly.
"I want to know who you’re working for."
Gordon Baxter instantly turned as white as a sheet and looked at her with his mouth agape, though not a sound came out. Tracy squeezed a little harder.
"Who sent you?"
He looked down to her with a mix of desperation and horror on his face. In that brief moment, Tracy wondered if she had been mistaken all along. Everything that she had done up to that point was all a wild shot in the dark. What if she was wrong? What if this poor guy was just a player in an elaborate scenario that Tracy had built up in her own head?
"Tice," he said, tears already in his eyes. "John Tice."
The words were like a bullet to her chest.
"He heard about your restaurant- about me coming to work for you- and wanted to find out what you were up to. Please, Tracy," he pleaded. "I didn’t have a choice."
She finally let go of his softening c**k and slapped both hands onto the front of his shirt. Her fingers curled up around the fabric and she used the matching bunches to pin him there.
"Why?"
"Why would he tell me that? All that he wanted was information."
Tracy pulled on his shirt, raising his back off of the bed slightly.
"What’s his phone number."
"Look, I don’t want to-"
Without even thinking, Tracy reared back a fist and brought it back down near the corner of Gordon’s mouth, which still glimmered and shined with her slick fluids. His head snapped to the side for a moment, then turned back to face her.
Tracy leaned in close to his face, "We can do this all night, Mr. Baxter."
The lower half of his lip was already swelling up before her eyes.
"555-8524."
She released his shirt and quickly climbed down, pulling her panties back on afterward. She grabbed a nearby pen and notepad and scribbled the number down, tossing the pen aside when she was finished.
Tracy started toward the exit.
"You’re just going to leave me here like this?! I told you that I had no choice. Who knows what those guys could have done to me? Please Tracy, you have to believe me."
She paused near the bedroom doorway and, without turning around, said calmly, "Mr. Baxter, you’re fired."
The long walk out of the hotel was a bittersweet one for Tracy. Although she still didn’t know who the man from her dream was, she had the answers that she had been seeking. Of course, now it all made sense to her. But why would the Tice family care about her restaurant?
"The restaurant," she mumbled and leaned back against the elevator’s polished wall.
Everything, it seemed, had been ruined. She no longer had a head chef, not to mention the fact that he had betrayed her so deeply. There was no time to hire anyone else and, even if she did, how would she ever be able to trust them after everything that had happened?
Tracy had so many doubts.
She hurried through the main lobby. There wasn’t another soul in sight, save for the two front desk clerks who waved her goodbye.
Outside, posted against one of the tall, Romanesque columns holding up the reception area, Mr. Hayes waited for her silently. When she finally saw him, after almost walking past without a second look, her heart sank. She didn’t want him to find out like this. There wasn’t even enough time for her to process what Gordon told her, let alone enough for her to find the right words to say to him.