Tough Love

Part 15

You woke up the next day, rolling over and feeling the other side of the bed. Your hand immediately comes into contact with cool sheets. You rolled onto your back and looked around the room and saw that Paul was gone.

You got up, seeing your hair everywhere in the mirror that was above the dresser and tried in vain to fix your hair. You opened the door and smelled food as you followed the scent of coffee down to the first floor in the kitchen.

Paul was in the kitchen, his focus on a pan as you walked in, trying to not look disappointed at his shirt covered chest as he flipped something in the pan.

"Morning, coffee is over there," he said pointing in the direction of the coffeemaker as you saw a coffee cup already waiting next to the coffeemaker.

"How long have you been awake? And why didn't you wake me?" you asked, pouring the coffee into the mug and putting some creamer in it and taking a sip. Wanting to down the coffee but restrained yourself from doing so and looking stupid in front of him.

"Oh I'm kind of an early bird. Always wake up early, even on tour. It's a curse really. But I got a little workout done and came back. Checked in on you and you were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you so I thought making breakfast was the next best bet. Because there was something I would have rather been doing but we didn't talk about that yet," he said as he turned to you with a glint in his eyes that made you more than positive at what type of wakeup call he would have loved to give you this morning.

"And what would that be exactly? Since this is all about open communication and everything?"

"Well I think you would've figured it out when my tongue was sucking on your clit this morning, but since we didn't talk about it. Would you be ok with that?" he asked as he grabbed his cup of coffee and sipped at it, waiting for your answer.

You bit your lip in thought "I mean I wouldn't mind it. I just would rather you wake me up normally and then do that? I think that would be a little jarring for me. Plus I really don't think you would want me to kick you in the face," you said, thinking he was going to say something in response to that or frown or something.

But he just nodded in understanding.

"Ok, noted. No waking you up straight away with that. And I guess the shoe can be on the other foot. If you are down to give me a morning blowjob, I guess being asked first makes sense," he said with a wink as you smiled at him.

"See if I had woken up with you I think you probably would have gotten that this morning," you said as he caressed the side of your face.

"Well someone just likes my cum then at this point," he said as he turned back towards what he was cooking as you laughed, remembering the previous night's events. Rubbing your thighs together and focusing on your coffee to get your mind out of the gutter.

You looked over his shoulder at what he was making, which looked to be eggs in a hole. With the holes cut out of the bread and an egg in the center of it.

"Sorry, you want something else. I just thought that this would be simple enough--" he said as you put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, before working your way down his arm. As you felt the muscles stiffen under your hand.

"It's fine. Haven't had that in a long time. I'm fine with whatever you cook," you said as you stepped back as he turned to face you as he pushed you up against the counter, his hips slamming into yours.

"What did I say about touching? I guess we'll be talking about forms of punishment during breakfast since you do seem to be a brat that can't listen and just wants to be punished?" he asked, and despite yourself you smiled up at him before sipping your coffee as he narrowed his eyes at you. And you realized he wasn't going to move until he got the desired response from you.