Chef's kiss

Chapter 13

Scarlett's POV

I wake up with a cold sheet on my left. I groan when I feel my sex is sore. I wait for a couple of minutes, looking at the ceiling while waiting for my girlfriend. She's now my girlfriend! Official!

We have a label and we can be a sweet couple anywhere. I forced my limbs to stand though it's a bit shaky. I went to the bathroom to pee and it fucking hurts!

I just want to pee but my core is sore and painful.

The aftermath of lovemaking.

I face the mirror and do my morning routine. I saw the red bruises all over my neck that made me blush remembering what happened last night. I never thought I would have a choking kink and love it rough. Love bites and hickies are all over my body.

I grip on the walls of the bathroom so I could walk back to bed. My hands didn't grip tightly, I strip on my way and was about to fall when strong arms quickly catch me.

"Mahal, you should stay in bed," Y/N said, carrying me into a bridal way, and walking back to bed. I wrap my arm around her neck while my other hand is on her shoulder. "What happened to you?"

I frowned and hide my face on her chest, "I want to pee but it hurts like hell. And it's your fault." I whined and playfully slap her chest. She just chuckled at her. "stop laughing at me, daddy!"

"Okay, okay, stop. You're hurting me, mahal." Y/N said, I stop but im still pouting at her. She laid me down on my bed. "That's why I'm here, l will serve you, mahal. Timmy and I cook you breakfast. Here, mahal, eat up."

She gets the foldable table and places the plates with food on top. She also made me a coffee, sweet caramel mocha, my favorite that she made for me when I was in the kitchen with her.

We eat together, messing with each other. Y/N put the icing on my mouth and then leaned, using her tongue to clean the icing. I gulped when our eyes meet. Her mouth moves to my lips to meet mine. Her hand grip on my jaw as she deepened the kiss.

"Mhm, daddy," I moaned in the kiss as her hand's grip on my shoulder, pushed me down to the bed. She pulled out that made me whine. She put the table on the floor, settling herself between my legs. "Come here, daddy."

She smiled, leaning to capture my lips once more. My legs tangle on her waist, pulling her closer to my body as need and desire take over me. Our tongue moves in rhythm, involuntary moans slip out between our needy kiss. I can feel her hands travel to my body, sending shivers down my spine.

"I can now have my proper breakfast." She whispered, planting wet kisses on the back of my ears down to my neck. "You smell so sweet, mahal. You're so perfect."

I feel my body burning, blood rushed to my cheeks. I tilt my head to give her more access to leave love bites. I'm a whimpering mess beneath her, I tugged her shirt to get her attention. "What do you want, mahal? Tell daddy what you need."

"I need you. Touch me."

"Where?"

I whined, "you know where it is."

"I don't know, mahal. You have to be more specific." She teased with her smug smirk. I rolled my eyes and slap her shoulder. "You want daddy to touch this pretty tight pussy?"

"Yes, please."

She nodded, "I have to remove this, mahal, it's hard for me to fuck you with this..." She husked, pulling my shirt up to my head then tossed it on the floor. "there you go, my pretty girl." Her sweet praises are making me wetter.

Now that I'm fully naked beneath her, she stared at me with a hunger that was evident in her eyes. She loves to see me naked, vulnerable, and submissive.