Fried Chicken

I’ve made a great dinner for him, one of his favorites: Fried Chicken, Green Beans, Rice and Cream Gravy and for dessert, my favorite, brownies and vanilla ice cream. There is no real reason, its not his birthday or our anniversary. It is just a normal ordinary day on which I slaved away in the kitchen to make sure he had a wonderful dinner. Well not really, I am having a chocolate craving and I went shopping this morning. But not that he will notice.

I made an awesome dinner though, and I timed it perfect too. I have everything ready just as I hear the garage door start to open. I quickly fix my long blonde hair to meet him at the door with a kiss.

“Hey Honey. How was your day? Can I get you anything?” I ask as I lean in for a hello kiss.

“A drink.” He replies as he deliberately dodges my kiss.

I am more than a little miffed when he walks off to another room without a kiss or even hello. But I decide he probably had a long day and I am just being over sensitive. I pour him a beer and head off to find him. I am not going to let his bad day ruin the kick ass meal just fixed.

He is in the study going through the mail when I find him. I give him his drink and encourage him to come to dinner. He only looks up from the mail and watches me.

“New shirt, did you go shopping?”

“Yes. You like?” I inquire as I take a step back and let you admire my body. The new shirt is a red silk blouse with the top few buttons open to show of my 34 D cleavage. I spin around so you can admire my great ass in a very little black mini skirt that ends just above the top of my stockings.

“You look like a slut, but I approve.”

“Approve?” I ask, shocked, I didn’t know I needed his approval. I’m not sure if he meant it as a compliment or an insult.

“Very nice blouse and the stocking are a good touch. The skirt could be a little longer; it makes you look like you are trying a bit.” There is a look of amusement in his eyes I haven’t seen before.

“Darling, Are you ready for dinner? I made your favorite: Fried Chicken, Rice and Gravy, Green Beans that are…”

He starts to chuckle as he puts down the mail and crosses the room to me. He grabs my wrists and pulls me close to him. My sigh of surprise is muffled as he kisses my lips forcefully and holds me tight. He starts nibbling my neck not so gently. Knowing that is my weak spot, he continues to bite and suck working his way up to nibble my earlobe. Just as I start to moan, he abruptly stops and watches me with amusement.

“Darling… your umm dinner…its not as good cold.” I stutter trying not to be distracted by the way he just devoured my neck.

“You can heat it up later,” he replies nonchalantly as he returns to sort through the mail.

“But it won’t be as good, I was trying to make tonight perfect for you, I wanted to make you happy.” I plead.

I am mad now, no I’m really past mad. I’ve spent the afternoon planning and prepping for tonight, and now with all my work he is more interested in the damn mail, and what this about ‘approving’ of my how I look, I am so furious I don’t even know where to start. I just stand here fuming, staring at him, as I try to decide how to most effectively and appropriately tell him off.

He looks up from the mail again and just watches me with that same look of amusement. Then he asks, “Do you know how beautiful you are when you are angry?”

“Apparently I will be sharing your dinner with your cats tonight,” I hissed at him as I turned to leave.

I only make it about two steps when he grabs my wrist, twists me around, and puts me in handcuffs. I am too shocked to even put up a struggle. He could easily overpower me if I tried to resist, but I don’t even try. To add insult to injury he takes the key, places it on a chain, and slips it over my head so the key is dangling into my cleavage. He has given me the key but I can’t even use the damn thing because my hands are bound behind my back. I am stunned. I am shocked. I am scared. I can’t believe that he would handcuff me as he just did, by the force and the total disregard for my preference.

He stand inches away from me laughing as I struggle to slip out of his handcuffs. It is obvious he is enjoying himself immensely as he watches me come to the realization that I will be bound until he chooses to release me. I also realize how excited I have become by both his control and amusement in me.

He kisses me again. This time, gently at first, holding me tight against Him. Then He starts to nibble at my lips teasing me into kissing Him back. He starts to nibble my earlobe and lightly lick my neck. i whimper as He devours my neck again. His hands cup my breasts through the soft silk of my blouse. He pinches my nipples until i moan. Then slowly He stops, steps back, and watches me as i am left breathless and flustered.

He smiles down at me and says, “I think you are going to please me very greatly tonight after all. But first let’s have dinner.”

Chapter 2

He leads me to the dinning room and helps me with my chair. He is a perfect gentleman, as he spreads my napkin across my lap and opens my beer for me.

He leaves the room and return in a moment with our plates. He places mine in front of me and takes His place across the table from me.

Then He begins to eat His dinner. He is making a show out of savoring each bite of the meal i made. He makes the occasional small talk about some show He would like to see, politics, or some baseball game.

Once He finishes His meal, He flashes me that same teasing smile. “You did an excellent job with dinner, as always. The chicken was great, you need to make this more often. I don’t think it was too cold at all.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you not hungry? You haven’t touched a bite of your dinner yet.” He asks with a tauntingly sweet grin.

“i don’t have the use of my hands at the moment. Will you release me?”

“No. Come here,” He commands me.

i get up and walk over towards Him. He pushes His chair from the table allowing me to sit on His lap. Once i am seated on His lap, He asks if i would like to be fed.

“Please”

So He picks up the chicken and holds it so i may eat out of His hand. He continues to feed me more of my dinner the same way. He is so sweet and attentive in the way He is feeding me.

“Thank you” i whisper after He has finished.

Then He gets my beer and helps me to drink. He only allows me have a few sips, so i ask for more.

“No, I would prefer enjoy you tonight without the beer dulling your senses.” He replies in a tone that makes me want to scream for Him to please enjoy me already. Instead i just look back at Him and hoping to see how He wants me to respond.

He must have read my mind. Chuckling again, He leans down to kiss me. He traces His tongue lightly around my lips, then nibbles my lower lip and sucks at it. As i part my lips to sigh, He slips His tongue into my mouth and begins to explore. He tangles His hand into my hair and tilts my head to expose my neck. i am moaning as He begins to nibble and lick my neck working His way up from my collar bone to my earlobe and back again. His kisses and bites are growing more forceful. I am getting even hotter knowing He is encircling my neck with a trail of hickies that mark me as His.

His other hand is exploring my body. His is pulling at the buttons on my silk blouse until they open. Then He gropes my tits, slipping His hand beneath my bra to play with my nipples. He begins to pinch and pull on my hardened nipples. He continues to twist and pinch my nipples until I squirm in pain. Then He kisses my lips again

I am in ecstasy. The feel of His fingers as He tease my tits and the magic of His mouth on mine is incredible.

“aahhounngh, “ I whimper as He abruptly pulls away. I open my eyes, looking up at Him silently pleading Him not to stop.

“That was for my pleasure, not yours,” He says, arrogantly laughing at me. “Go down on me.”

i scramble to get off His lap and kneel between His knees. i am still breathless, fluttery, tingly, and weak from His kisses. i have a moment to catch my breath as He unfastens His belt and opens His pants.

i lick the precum off the tip of His huge hardon, loving His salty sweet taste. i lick His shaft and around the tip. i take the tip into my mouth as deeply as i can, using lots of tongue and saliva to make Him moan. With His moans driving me wild, i take Him deeper, then shallow, deeper still, then shallow again. With His hands in my hair, He is guiding me off His dick and down to His balls. i kiss my way around each with lots of spit and a little sucking. i alternate taking one into my mouth then the other making Him moan and shiver. The ways His balls have pulled up against His body and His moans let me know i am doing good work. i continue to kiss and lick under His balls working my way down to that ignored area.

His hands are in my hair again as He pulls me back to His dick. This time He holds the back of my neck forcing me to take Him as deeply as possible. i feel Him quiver and moan. Bobbing my head up and down, pushing Himself deeper in to my mouth each time. i am working harder and faster trying to keep up with Him and make Him cum.

He tenses up, then pulls out, cumming onto my face, lips, and tongue. i look up at Him with cum running down my chin and smile.

“Damn you’re good,” He tells me as He settles back into His chair and closes His eyes to recover. His hands are still tangled in my hair so i stay kneeling between His knees and continue watching Him while waiting for my reward.

Chapter 3

After a minute or two He looks down on me and starts to chuckle.

“You are my beautiful and messy slave,” He tells me as He retrieves the key from around my neck and unlocks my hands. He kisses the red mark on my wrists left by the handcuffs.

“I’ll be waiting in the living room after you have cleaned up this kitchen and yourself. I have set out some things for you upstairs, I want you wearing them and the stockings.” He requests on His way out of the room.

To avoid keeping Him waiting, i rush to clean up the kitchen. Then i run upstairs to wash his sticky cum off my face and brush my hair and fulfill the rest of His request.