Chapter 128: Krispin
I remained pissed about the bathroom incident knowing I was completely to blame. Lydia told me to watch Angela closely. Her squirming around in the car shouldn't have been my first clue.
It was a relief to get home and I loved showing off my LA home. I owned a penthouse in New York and thought seriously about renting a permanent suite in Damian's Houston hotel. Depending on how Angela did with this trip, I was ready to sign the papers and make it happen sooner than later.
"You have your own movie theater?"
"Yes, but the popcorn isn't nearly as good as the Cineplex." She was like a child at a candy shop. It felt wonderful to see my house through her eyes. "What would you like for dinner? Wade can run and pick us up anything you'd like."
"Would you let me cook for you?"
"You cook?" I tried without success to keep the longing for a home cooked meal off my face.
"Yes, I cook." Finally, she seemed to relax.
"The kitchen is yours. Just use the house phone and dial 666 for Wade. He'll go buy anything you need."
"666?"
"It was his idea and sometimes it's easier to just give him his way."
"It might be easier to give me mine, too."
"You're such a naughty girl. I think I've found the perfect punishment for you."
"What's that?"
"Delayed orgasm."
"It's not the delay, it's the not having one at all today."
I reached over and pulled on her lower lip. "I'll be sure to keep this busy."
She actually blushed. "Do you want to invite Matt and Stephon to dinner?"
"They'll trip over each other getting here but you've been warned."
"Where am I sleeping tonight?"
"With me."
"And no sex?" Her voice was incredulous.
"I'll be sure to enjoy myself."
"Yes, sir."
God, her pout turned me on and I started whistling to take my mind off my cock. I showed her the master bedroom and then took her back to the kitchen. Bringing out one of my guitars, I sat on a chair, strumming chords, while she learned her way around. She looked incredibly sexy opening up cabinets, and making a grocery list.
I cleared my throat. "Who taught you to cook?"
"My grandma."
"Even better. You know... the way to a rock star legend's heart is through his stomach."
"Really, I thought it was through his cock." She turned away quickly.
I lay my guitar against the wall, walked over, and placed my hands on either side of the counter blocking her in. Using one hand, I lifted her hair and blew across the back of her neck. "Turn around for me."
She turned and I lifted her ass to the counter, pulling her legs around my waist. Sliding my hands under her skirt, I bunched the back of her panties in my hands tearing them when I pulled. "No panties in my house. I think you might need to write down some of my rules."
"You have so many rules for women that I need to write them down?"
"I'm thinking of new one's every minute. I've had women here for an evening but never three days so the rules will be tighter for you."
"My pussy is tight right now. Why don't you check it out?"
"Umm, sorry, I'll just come back."
I turned to see Wade walking backwards out of the kitchen.
"No, I need you to take these and dispose of them."
Wade came closer and I handed him Angela's panties. She actually growled and the sound went straight to my cock. I pulled her off the counter, rearranging her skirt.
"Angela's cooking for us so after you throw those away come back in here and take her grocery order."
That knowing, mature grin appeared back on his young face. "I know they're destroyed but can I keep them?"
"No, get your own girlfriend and start a collection. I better not find those in your room."
"Damn, you take all the fun out of having a woman in the house."
"Too bad."
She whispered in my ear, "You gave him my panties. He's just a kid."
"He's twenty-two and only two years younger than you. He can handle a pair of panties and I like seeing your cheeks flushed."
"Okay, but if things with you don't work out I might try a younger man next."
I pinched her nipples through her tight t-shirt.
"Ouch."
"You're wearing nipple clamps tonight."
"I promise I'll be good."
"Too late, now please soothe my temper over your bratty behavior through my stomach."
I called the boys and told them to come over for dinner. They said they were on their way even after I told them it would be two hours before it was ready.
They joined me in the kitchen to serenade our cook. The songs were spontaneous and grew raunchy as our stomachs began growling with the wonderful smells traveling throughout the room.
She made Italian meatballs with salad and bruschetta.
At the end of an amazing meal, Stephon stood and walked over to Angela's chair. Going to his knees, he looked into her startled face, "Will you marry me?"
She blushed but played along, skimming the hair from his forehead, "Why, Sir, I fear you come with a sidekick, and I'm a one-dom girl. The two of you would knock my poor little heart right from my chest."
Stephon turned to Matt, "I'm dumping your ass if she changes her mind. Krispin doesn't deserve someone lovely that can cook."
Matt looked over and managed not to crack a smile. "I haven't asked her yet and believe me; you're not even in the picture if she'll say yes."
"That's enough, boys. She's mine and if you make her any more uncomfortable I won't share the dessert she made me."
"Are they always so goofy?" she asked, looking at Wade.
"Only from early morning until late at night, it's hard for someone of my serious nature to persevere."
"That did it." Matt threw his napkin down and Stephon stood at the same time.
Wade tried to get up from his chair but the guys grabbed him first. They wrestled him to the floor, and then unceremoniously carried his struggling body from the room.
"Where are they taking him?" Her eyes were huge seas of green.
"The pool, and I'm not sharing dessert."
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