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Dark Desires- A Dark BWWM Age-Gap Romance
🖤 In search of a dark romance story that features a captivating Black female lead? Craving a narrative where passion and depth beautifully intertwine?
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♡ Where to find me ♡
AO3 (Archive of our own) page
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*Ko-fi and tumblr are where I typically type my notes (its easier to keep track of them on there VS tumblr's layout of searching through the tags) and Ideas for next projects. Ko-fi is mainly where I'll post when im going to start taking commissions/requests for personal writings (Which wont always be frequent)
Amazon/ Kindle (Vella) page
*would mean so much if you checked it out the steamy romance amazon story above 🥰the first couple of parts are free for you to read. Make sure ur of age pls! My sx scenes can be …interesting for most)
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The Best type of disaster - Benimaru fanfic (Fire force)
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4 (TBD)
Forever mine - Personal attendant/servant Nanami (JJK) Headcanons
Forever mine - Personal attendant/servant Nanami (JJK) Headcanons - Part 2
Pride Aside - Gojo Satoru Fanfic
part 1
part 2
part 3 part 4 (final)
What we yearn for (original work/erotic romance *sensual/slow burn)
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An Emperor at his knees (Joo Jaekyung fic)
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My fanfiction stories can be found on both Wattpad and Archive of Our Own. Thanks so much for reading!
That's all for now ♡
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Stuff your kindle day is September 20, 2023
Hey, everyone! Sept 20 -22 is Stuff Your E-Reader/Kindle Day, where you can download tons of FREE eBooks to own.
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Let us know what you get and/or would recommend!
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They have sections for:
Black romance books
Books written by BIPOC Authors
Books with LGBTQ+ Protagonists
Books written by authors with disabilities
Colette's recommendation
A book series I personally recommend is the Isaac Taylor Mystery Series by Lashell Collins. It's a psychic mystery thriller series with a sweet, lightly spiced BWWM romance throughout. Their meetcute is *chef's kiss* it has an interesting cast of diverse characters and the writing is superb!
Book 1 of the series, Voices & Visions, is free to download and own today!
Happy reading!
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Control
(Joel McHale & Jeremy Allen White x Black OC)
Pairing: NYC Head Chef x Black OC
(dark smut)
Carmen Berzatto x Black OC
(fluff)
Summary: NYC Head Chef enjoys degrading
his chef apprentices.
Warnings: Smut, 18+, non con, emotional manipulation, degradation, very large age gap, painful sex, violence, breeding, crying, dark romance, hate sex, toxic, etc.
6099 words
(she’s long but hopefully worth it)
Wattpad link:
Author’s Note:
First tumblr post! (Idk what I’m doing) My friend and I were talking about The Bear (2022) and how absolutely crazy that one minute cameo of Joel McHale (Head Chef character) when he was absolutely tearing a brand new hole into Jeremy Allen White (Carmen Berzatto character) in the "NYC flashback scene" because it was just awful and intense!!!!
Here is the scene, and there isn't any show spoilers:
youtube
We agreed that the way Joel was yelling at him, had a bit of tension to it and it lowkey seems like Joel's character is the type to get off on being a complete dick.🤣
So I then had an epiphany LOL!
Joel McHale is literally 6'4 and lowkey beekeeping age level of hot, his character is constantly yelling and making people feel like shit! So this would make a great oneshot story for the readers with a degradation kink.
Enjoy my babies <3
———
Prim realizes that it's now the fourth time that Chef Carmen has told her that she's broken the sauce...
The Head Chef has finally taken notice.
He hovers close by her as he watches the mistakes continue to happen.
She begins to gulp with fear as she tries to earn space between her and Head Chef Joel.
"Chef, I-I appreciate your input, but I-I'm getting approval from Chef Carm—"
"And now you're getting approval from me, stir the fucking sauce, Chef." He immediately interrupts her stuttered plea.
She begins to stir the butter sauce quickly.
Mixing it with a metal spoon isn't how it is done, and she knows this. However with her nerves being racked, she stirs with the first thing that comes to mind, a goddamn spoon.
He grabs her wrist.
"Are you fucking dumb? You'll ruin the sauce, where's your fucking whisk?"
"Right—fuck.. what was I thinking?"
Chef Prim beats herself up with thoughts over her simple and dumb mistake.
Pressed behind her against her left hip and ass cheek, Chef Joel enjoys the gyrating of her thick frame as she whisks frantically into the sauce pan.
His cock begins to ache as it stiffens into a full erection...
Hard enough for her to notice it pressed against her uniform if she weren't being shouted at and quickly approaching an anxiety attack.
The tears streaming down her face only makes Chef Joel want to smile, aroused and concealing the devious grin peeling at the corners of his lips.
He continues to sternly whisper over the young girl, causing her to panic and hardly be able to focus as the massive man invades her space and continues to distract her with his harsh criticism.
"I swear to god Prim, you're already heavy handed with salt... if those salty fucking tears drop into this pan you're fucking out of here. Suck, it, up."
She sniffs her tears back, gently whining and wanting the torture to end.
God, he loves her sweet sobs.
Joel shuts his eyes as they roll into the back of his skull. He quietly gulps back his pleasure as a bead of precum leaks out of the tip of his erection.
Wrecking her is the best thing he's ever done.
He could lick the tears streaming down her reddened cheeks, he'd even inhale the bratty whines that spill from her tongue.
"STIR THE SAUCE, CHEF!!!" Joel shouts louder in her ear, her friend from Culinary school, Carmen Berzatto wants to stand up for her... but instead he keeps his eyes down, and continues his own job.
Standing up for another chef is something that you just can't do in gourmet cuisine... Speaking up could put both of your asses on the line being that all chefs have to do their jobs perfectly.
"You're terrible at this. You're no good at it.
Keep going faster. Why are you so slow? Why are you so fucking slow?" He continues his verbal abuse towards Prim as her only friend Carmy, continues to ignore what is happening.
Prim frantically whisks so hard that she nearly throws out a hip. Little does she know, Chef Joel doesn't actually care how hard she stirs, he just wants to feel her wiggle a bit harder on his cock.
As much as she worries about stirring, she completely forgets to lower the heat.
The butter caramelizes far too dark and becomes burnt.
"Shit!"
Prim has an outburst from her own disappointment.
Sadly, cursing in a fancy restaurant like this is highly looked down upon... another reason for Joel to bitch at her.
"Burnt the sauce and now you lack hospitality and respect!"
Joel lets her have it.
"What are you doing here? You are absolutely shit at everything! A pathetic sack of shit."
She tosses the smoking sauce pan into the sink and the other apprentices begin to laugh at her being that now the kitchen smells of burnt butter.
With eyes full of tears, Prim looks up at her boss once more.
He can't even stand her sight. "Go."
"Hands!"
Chef Joel yells for the attention of each of his workers.
"Everyone, take your half hour before the dinner rush.
When you get back, someone better be able to make me a fucking herb-butter sauce for the Lamb Chops on tonight's House Special, or I'm going to blow my own fucking brains out! Move people!"
The chefs are able to breathe again.
Finally, their thirty minute break that they only receive because it's legally obligated.
Carmy usually would take this thirty minute break to stupidly gobble down some garbage microwaveable dinner, knowing that he's one of the best cooks the world will ever see.
He also enjoys to take this time to get a few puffs off of a calming cigarette, but today he puts his lunch and cig to the side for a talk with his friend Primrose Dodson instead.
Knowing that Prim has been a bit of a crybaby since their days back in Culinary school, he knows that he can probably find her sobbing outside somewhere near the dumpsters.
Carmy takes his chef jacket off placing it in his locker before he begins his search for Prim outside, soon enough finding her exactly where he thought she'd be.
"Primmy." He gently coos as he lights a cigarette anyways.
"Come on, you've gotta do better than this.
We are big time now, you can't start to cry when things get tough."
"Carmy, come on!" She wipes frantically at her tears.
"It's not like that! You act like I cry over nothing!
Don't you see how that asshole talks to me?!?"
He sighs.
"Prim he talks to everyone like that...
We endure a few months of his torture and maybe one day we will get to be as big time as he is.
Maybe snag a few of those awards, huh?
That would be nice, right?"
Carmen gets her to smile gently.
"I guess." She shrugs.
"It's just that fucking sauce!
I-I don't know where my brain's at today! I've made that sauce hundreds of times...
In our career Carmy, we can't make mistakes.
Everything has to be perfect! Honestly, I don't know how you do it. I don't know how you're so perfect."
Hearing Prim call him 'perfect' immediately warms his heart...
He nearly blushes a violent red, being that compliments from Prim overwhelms him ever since he realized how bad he crushes on her.
"Ahhh, shut up!"
He teases, gently bending over her and wiping the tears from her stunningly soft features.
"You and I graduated from the same class.
If I'm perfect, then what are you?"
"Trash."
She continues to speak down on herself.
He watches upon her, feeling his heart beat loudly for her.
Carmy kisses the side of her cheek.
"Not even close."
He pulls her up from the dirty gravel as she brushes off her pants.
"Listen." Carmy continues.
"We are going to get back in there after break, and you will speak to Head Chef—"
Prim interrupts."But Carmy!—"
"Shhh." He hushes gently.
"Let him know how determined you are.
You are not one day of bad sauce-making, you are a million days of an incredible chef!
Don't give up Prim, you belong here."
...
Prim softly absorbs Carmy's positivity and support...
"Okay, fine.. I'll do it."
"Atta-girl!" He grins softly.
"You'll be just fine. Hey listen, enjoy break, but I'm going to get back inside and check on the schedule and meal prep.
You got this Prim, I believe in you sweetie."
———
As Prim pulls herself together, preparing to ask the boss for a second chance, Carmen gets back to work... Getting ahead of the game with a few other overachieving chefs.
As Carmy works, he gets a surprise visit from Head Chef Joel.
"Why do you hire fucking idiots?"
Joel frightens Carmy as he sneaks up behind him.
"Excuse me, Chef?" Carmy continues to work.
"You heard me right." Joel continues.
"When I'm not around, I expect you as leading chef apprentice to get rid of the fucking trash, why has it taken you so long to fire Primrose Dodson?"
Carmy gulps.
"Chef, I do believe in her talent Chef Joel.
I believe she may be having a rough day, but I have seen what she can do. She is an extremely talented chef."
"You've seen what she can do."
Joel begins to chuckle as he repeats his words back at him.
"What can she do Carmy? Suck a mean cock? Fuck you real good? Why else would you be chasing behind her and kissing her cheek by the dumpsters?"
Carmy's eyes widen in shock.
Head Chef watched them, meaning that he also heard Carmy and Prim call him an 'asshole.'
But what should Chef Joel care for? He knows that he's a prick, he knows how he treats people and he loves it.
"No sir." Carmy continues.
"It's nothing like that at all. Just friendly support.
See, Primrose and I went to culinary school together.
I know for a fact that she is one of the best bakers, dessert artists, and gourmet cooks one could ever meet. She has a way with exploring the sweetness and tartness of fresh fruit like something you've never seen before."
"Cut the bullshit Carmen." Joel presses.
"She has you choked up every time she bats her eyelashes at you. Don't act like you haven't noticed how her ass sits in the uniform... Clearly bought a size too small to fit her like a glove and make you lose focus of her careless mistakes."
"SHE IS NOT A CHEF, CARMEN."
Joel begins to shout.
"You can send her into my office all that you want...
I don't give a fuck that she can bake sweets in an EasyBake oven, I'm looking for chefs!
Not soft eyes and big titties.
I expect more from you, stop disappointing me."
———
Break winds down to only fifteen minutes left and Prim finally finds the courage to enter Chef Joel's office.
Carmy watches in the distance...
But strange enough, his sad puppy-dog eyes don't give her the reassurance that she needs...
Poor thing has no idea how this is going to go...
As she enters into the tiny broom-closet shaped office, she begins to see why Joel is such an asshole. His office sucks!
"Chef Joel?"
She gulps, noticing his glasses off and clearly trying to relax for the last few minutes of break.
"Oh... I apologize, maybe I can come back?"
"No." He clears his throat.
"Good, come in, I was meaning to speak with you."
Prim smiles with hope.
"That's great to hear actually, you see, I was hoping that—"
Joel immediately interrupts her, uninterested in what she has to say and already having his mind made up.
"I'm moving you to the front of the house.
Waitress aprons are in the supply closet down the hall and to your left."
Prim's heart instantly breaks.
"What?" She frowns.
"I'm not moving to the front of the house! I'm a chef!"
"You're really not." Joel sighs.
"You can either go to the front of the house or go home.
You've been such a fuck up, I was just going to kick you out, but your boy Berzatto asked graciously for me to give you a second chance.
"So do that!" Prim continues to explode.
"Then give me another chance!"
"YOU ARE NOT A CHEF."
Joel stands abruptly from his desk and his shouting begins to frighten Prim as his tone rains down upon her.
"You're a whining little fucking baby who can't take the heat of the kitchen. Now take off that fucking uniform!
Try wearing a low top blouse, it'll up your chances to earn better tips. You are not tough, you are bullshit, you are talentless."
Not being able to take another day of being yelled at by him, Prim slams her fists against his chest, sending Chef Joel back a few steps to give her the space she's been wanting all day. "I HATE YOU!"
Noticing that she just put hands on her boss and has washed her dream career down the drain, Prim's eyes widen as she gasps.
She clutches her hand against her mouth in disbelief of what she's done. But, Joel isn't the type to back down from an altercation... most of the time, he's the one who starts them.
Joel grabs her, easily manhandling her fight as he painfully pins her wrists over her head and against the door.
Her anxiety worsens.
Oh, what a terrible feeling it is to not be in control.
"I read your stupid fucking resume.."
Joel begins to grit his words through his tightened jaw and grinding teeth as his anger peaks at an all time high.
"The only thing decent that you can make are desserts.
Everything else, you ranked mediocre scores in Culinary School. I sat at that panel and crossed you off of the list immediately because I knew you had no fucking business getting one of the twenty spots here at this apprenticeship.
You never have deserved your spot here."
"Chef! Get off of me!"
Prim fights as tears stain her cheeks and his large body begins to crush and suffocate her against the door.
"Ms. Betty fucking Crocker."
He begins to chase her eyes each time she turns away from him and his glare. Joel laughs deviously at her sure displeasure. "Why are you even here little girl?
Could have easily had yourself a little rat infested bakery in Harlem, but you actually thought that you were better than that... So let me be the first to tell you, you're not.
You're nothing. You'll never work gourmet and you'll never be an executive chef."
His words puncture her like a knife...
If it weren't for the amount of force keeping her up by her wrists, Prim's knees would've buckled by now as she'd sob to the ground.
...
"Please let me go."
Her fight is over, she loses the headstrong battle and completely drowns herself in tears.
"I-I'll tell HR what you've done to me, I will write a report on you!"
"HR?" Joel laughs.
"I am HR, I am everything here.
This is my restaurant and everything in it belongs to me... Even you."
Prim finally relaxes enough to notice that it isn't her pens and note pad stabbing her in her pockets. It's Joel's throbbing hard-on pressed flushed against her heat.
Releasing one of her wrists, Joel forces his hand inside the front of her white uniform pants.
Moving too quickly, he misses the opportunity to enter through the waistband of her panties, but that doesn't stop him from tearing them to the side and grabbing her sex inside of her pants.
She squeals as the seams from the bed of her panties tear and pop on her skin. Torn in the perfect place, leaving her pussy bare and in the palm of her boss's hand, Prim gasps at the sudden surprise.
Fingers rolling through her slick folds, she watches up at Joel in disbelief.
His pupils have burst... He's hardly even there mentally.
Hungry for her reaction and hatred for him, Joel's mouth waters as he watches her doe eyes fear him.
"A-Assault!" Prim stutters.
"Sexual Assault and Abuse!"
"I'm not even doing anything, Prim."
Joel's voice darkens into baritoned groans.
"You're the one fucking my hand."
Confusion dazes her mind.
Prim looks down at her hand holding his wrist for more of a support than a fight... She also notices the rolling in her hips, clearly getting relief as she rides the fingers of his hand.
She hadn't even realized...
Poor girl fighting the disagreement between her mind and body more than her actual fight with Joel.
But God, his hand feels good.
Long digits, cleanly short trimmed nails, a wide palm, and slightly callused skin...
A hand that has made the finest cuisine for royalty and famous public figures for the last twenty years.
A hand that is constantly talked about in every culinary magazine known to man.
A hand that is insured, and worth more than the lives of the entire kitchen staff!
... And here it is edging Prim, bringing her to a well deserved cum after another long day of pure hell.
She tightly wraps her arms around Joel's neck as the two part lips and share each other's moans in an aggressive tongue kiss.
Joel pushes from her tongue kiss, listening to her mewl with needy desire. He places his now soaked fingers into his mouth as he would taste a sample of his chef's cooking.
He absorbs it on the tastebuds of his tongue, scowling in thought as if he were coming up with opinions of what ingredients it may need.
"God you're sweet, Strawberry Shortcake."
He teases once more at Prim's love for baking dessert.
"Take all of your clothes off, I don't even want to see a hair-tie on you, understand?"
Joel takes a seat in his desk chair, manspreading his lap as it soon appears to be a yummy seat of bent long legs for Prim to sit on.
"Yes, Chef." She immediately obliges as every article of clothing leaves her flesh.
"Lock the door."
Joel gives his demands in a daringly hush tone.
Prim turns around, turning the lock and jiggling the handle to be sure of no surprises later on.
As she turns back around, she notices Joel's pants and briefs halfway down his legs, fisting his erection as he watches her with devious intentions.
Prim quietly watches at a distance...
She knows that being six-foot-four, Joel is the tallest man in the kitchen... most of the time, the tallest man in any situation.
She figured that he would be well endowed, but what she didn't expect was to see his erection being the same girth of her own wrists...
Gorgeously tanned and long with an already moist rose colored tip, but far too large for what she can take.
"Come 'ere."
Joel softly commands her to come back to him as he notices her frozen stare while clinging near the door in fear.
Continuing to tug on his cock, he pauses to feel on the soft young flesh now infront of him. His erection continues to stand tall, flush against his abdomen where his navel would be under his chef's shirt.
Joel's large hands nearly eat up her waist, almost doubling over as his fingers wrap around her.
He bites his lip as he watches the way his strong fingertips dimple her soft flesh.
He loves the gentle pudge of her belly and the roundness of her childbearing hips.
Prim's breasts are full, perky, and sit up with puffy brown areolas and pointy nipples of aroused buds...
Pretty like the appearance of his world famous almond-butter blossom cookies topped with Hershey kisses.
A million dollar baby.
She's so feminine it kills him inside, he finds her to be extremely malleable... Wanting to make her his, and have her as his sex-pet.
Better yet, let her have him as whatever she wants.
Used to the boring sex and cold bones of NYC's Fashion Week models that he constantly gives on the house martini's to, he absolutely can't wait to devour all of Prim's rich warmth.
He knows how beautiful she is as his heart beats wildly out of his chest for her, but will he ever tell her that? No.
He's rather far more excited to call her his slut as he watches his cock bulge through her stomach.
"You're thinking I could easily tear you into two, aren't you?" Joel's lips gently part as he takes a nipple into his mouth with a gentle kiss.
Prim trembles at the feeling of his mouth on her, softly placing her fingers on his shoulder for stamina.
"Oh?" He thinks to himself. "Someone isn't touching this body the way they are supposed to."
"I should split you into two, shouldn't I?"
Joel's eyes stalk up at her as he gives the same treatment to her other breast.
"For being such a fuck up? Hm?
What do you think Primrose?"
A hot tear graces down her cheek as she closes her eyes, trying her best to fight the enjoyment of Joel's gentle kisses now coming down the skin of her belly.
Joel's right hand leaves her hip and winds back to violently leave a smack on her ass.
The recoiling bounce of her round ass cheeks makes his cock twinge with desire.
"You haven't answered me once."
Prim yelps at the sudden sting, she presses her other hand onto his shoulder and depends on him fully to keep her standing.
"No Joel!" She sobs.
"Who?" Joel frowns at the sudden use of his name.
"Chef!" Prim corrects herself.
"I-I don't want you to split me into two."
"Say that you're a fuck up, Prim."
He continues to get his pleasure from degrading her down to a pulp of mush.
"Admit to it. You're a fuck up, and you're a whore."
Her eyes dart open, glossed over with tears.
"I'm not a whor—"
Joel immediately stands from his chair, towering over her as he forces out her submission.
"I swear to god, I'll fuck you right now without any mercy." Joel threatens her with an injuring grasp to both of her arms.
"No!" Prim weeps, stuttering what he wants to hear her say in vast embarrassment.
"I'm a fuck up, and I-I'm a whore..."
The shame burns her face, however, she's glad that he has sat back down.
"Good, baby."
Joel coos as he pulls her back to him.
"Now I'll take care of you. Work you open a bit, hm?"
Hearing him use the term 'baby' to refer to her, makes Prim melt. She likes when Joel is nice to her, but maybe she likes when he is mean too.... How else did she end up here with soaked thighs?
As he notices her nod, Joel gently lifts her onto the edge of his desk.
He places her legs on his shoulder blades, and between her thighs open widely for him... Kinda like looking down at a dinner plate of gourmet cooking.
He notices Prim's entire body trembling and he loves every second of it. Kissing her ankles on each side of his face, Joel bends his face closer to his desk as his wide tongue swipes through her cunt.
The feeling turns her arms into putty and Prim quickly catches herself as her elbows slam keys down on his computer's keyboard.
Joel finds her clit.
Licking the bud and slurping it into his mouth as it pulls from her flesh.
Prim shouts a desperate moan, attempting to push his head away from her.
Her clit already swollen and toyed with from each time she'd squeeze her thighs together for sexual relief.
Joel tossses her hand out of his way, however allowing her to run her fingers through his hair because he likes the feel of it.
His slurping and swallowing is lewd and far from gentle, as if he were trying to devour her completely.
His tongue presses at her entrance and begins to probe as far as it can go inside of her.
Warming her to the coming fuck, Joel places a finger inside and realizes how tight she actually is when he struggles with adding the second one.
"M'fuck! Chef, please let me up!"
Prim nearly hyperventilates as a spring painfully tightens in the midst of her stomach.
"I feel like I'm going to pee! Let me go!"
He forces in a third finger instead, it's uncomfortable, but it also brings her closer to her cum. Joel's fingers spasm upwards, knuckles curling and knocking on the walls of her g-spot.
"Joel!"
She complains, now prying his fingers from out of her cunt and his lips from the kisses at her clit.
"I-I can't hold it!"
Joel knows from the way her pussy is collapsing around his fingers that she's almost there, however watching Prim worry that she'll piss herself gives him the ultimate amount of joy.
Her breath hitches inside of her throat, as she gasps for air once more. Her pussy soaks the desk and between her thighs as she finally squirts for him.
Wanting to shout from the exhausting orgasm however she can't, inaudible due to it stealing her adorable raspy voice.
Pussy numb and worked through, Joel can't wait to find his nut in the depths of her womb.
Devious thoughts of keeping Prim here, swollen and fat with his baby as he watches her work his kitchen, crying obnoxiously and tired, makes him so horny.
The man is truly awful... So terribly mean that he doesn't even know if he likes her or hates her.
But to him, there isn't a difference.
Prim's eyes hang almost shut as her full lips are parted, clearly tired while still coming down from her high.
He snatches her off of the desk and into his lap like a rag doll. His cock painfully rock hard and balls blue from being so patient with her.
"Please.." Prim begs softly.
"I can't, I need a break.
I-I can give you head but Joel, please I'm numb."
"Don't want your mouth." Joel refuses as he prepares to fuck her dumb. "I've had enough of that all day today."
He lets Prim lean against his body, chest to chest in the office chair as she lays her head tiredly against his shoulder.
"But I won't talk back again."
Prim continues to plead mercilessly.
"I promise Chef Joel."
"Hush now, Prim."
His mouth marks her with love-bruises as he sucks rounded red and purple hickies on her flesh.
He wants the world to see who she belongs to, he wants Carmy to see who she belongs to.
"Save your promises for something you'll actually keep.
I know that a brat like you will always talk back."
Lifting her off of his lap, Joel lines his cock with her entrance. Only gliding it once through her slickness for lubricant, he then sets Prim all the way down, slowly having her take his every inch of impalement.
"Fucking, shit." Joel hisses, tightly shutting his eyes at how nicely her insides hug him.
"Ahh, I'm not lasting long in this shit."
"M'Joel!!!"
Prim whines, arms wrapped around his neck as he lifts her underneath her thighs and lowers her continuously back onto his cock.
"I know baby." He gulps. "Fuck— I know."
Checking his watch, he realizes the restaurant is soon to reopen for the dinner crowd.
He isn't very worried, confident that a warm cunt like this will have him cumming in under a minute.
Joel sets Prim down on the entirety of his erection, pressing his hand over the prominent tummy bulge and the cushiony flesh of her cervix.
"Fuck that's good." He mewls.
"Listen to me." He begins.
Prim silently hangs her head in the crook of his neck.
He snatches her face into his view, strong fingers cupping her soft cheeks and puckering her lips.
"Who are you fucking?"
Joel grunts with each thrust into her, suddenly becoming furious if anyone else has had this pussy.
"No one."
Prim's warm cinnamon scented breath warms his face, he knows that she's been sneaking cinnamon streusels out from the desserts tray prepped for tonight. He can smell it.
Joel could yell, but the sweet warmly scented breath causes a web of his jizz to paint her insides.
He calms himself before he cums too quickly and erupts.
"Prim, I'm not fucking around."
Joel presses on, watching his newest love be bounced on his cock, tired and near drooling.
"I told you to take off your clothes and they instantly fell to the floor. Who else do you get this fucking slutty for?
And don't fucking lie to me."
He strums her clit like a guitar string to wake her out of her sex-daze.
"Just you!" She bursts truthfully...
Determined to gatekeep the new jewel that he has found, he is forced to trust her words.
But Prim is no liar.
What chef apprentice has time for a sex life during their terribly busy schedule?
The best enjoyment Prim gets at home is from a vibrator that never gets her where she needs to be... just helps her sleep.
And other than a few finger-happy frat boys in college, she can't remember the last time she's been touched by anyone but herself.
Pausing with his hips flushed against her ass, and cock still buried deep inside of her, Joel looks at the girl with thoughts of having something more with her...
He shakes the thought from his head...
No. He'll never be that fucking nice.
"I won't be your boyfriend, I won't be your man, and I won't be your fucking friend."
He begins with stern determination.
"But god knows that I am going to fuck you like this every day because you are mine.
If I find out you're giving this pussy away to anyone else I swear I will ruin your name in every worthy restaurant in the entire world. I will have you slinging Big Macs for the rest of your pathetic little life, understand me?"
Joel threatens his young apprentice, but he knows because he is starting to care for her, he'd never actually jeopardize her future.
Prim gently caresses the sides of his stubbles face as she begins to smile lightly.
"Smiling?" Joel thinks to himself.
"Why the fuck is she smiling? Such a pretty smile, but what? Does she think I'm pussy or something?
That she's won?"
"Don't fucking smile at me..." Joel gulps, continuously throbbing in the pit of her pussy.
Prim lowers her eyes into something intoxicating and soul stirring. She begins to arch her back, slowly bucking her hips against him as he watches her come alive and fuck him back.
"I think you like me, Joel.."
"Are you fucking stupid? What did I tell you to call me?"
He gulps.
Prim sweetly nibbles at his earlobe, enticing him with a whisper. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
A caught breath chokes him.
Joel has to catch her hips before her grinding makes him cum.
Daddy?
God he loved that.
"Chef."
He corrects her in a gulp as the muscles in his entire body begins to tighten.
Receiving a kiss from her doesn't help...
He wants to feel these kisses every morning that he wakes up.
Only insulting her can help with the way that he feels right now, so that's what he does.
"You're a terrible chef, a weak woman who cries too much, hardheaded, ill tempered, pathetic, and your sweat stinks."
He lies, her sweat smells as if someone were baking cookies.
"I stink?" She coyly taunts.
"Maybe I should get up then."
Prim attempts to get up and Joel refuses.
"No!"
Sounding desperate, he tugs her back down into his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he embraces her and inhales the smell of her sweet smelling perspiration.
Prim laughs at him as she softly brushes her fingers through his hair. "I thought so."
He's losing...
Losing this battle terribly.
"I despise you." He ups it a notch.
"You think you're winning but you'll be nothing but a toy to me."
"And you'll be nothing but a wet mouth to me."
Prim contends.
Annoyed with her back talk, Joel grabs her arms, pressing them against her sides.
"You are such a b—"
"Bitch?" Prim interrupts, making the Head Chef's eyes widen. "Yeah, I'll be that bitch. The only bitch that can make you cum during this pitifully short lunch break."
He sucks his teeth, nostrils flaring as if angered steam could come out any second now.
Instead of arguing with the pragmatic girl any longer, Joel puts his words to action...
He stands up from the chair, carrying Prim with her legs wrapped around his waist...
He shows her exactly what he means about becoming his toy.
Joel's eyes darken and jawline tightens.
He begins to thrash Prim onto his cock and thrusting upwards into her with an awful attitude of pure rage.
Even Prim, the woman he's determined to have, can't change the ways of an impossible control freak like Chef Joel.
He will have what he wants his way, and no other way is acceptable. Hopefully Prim knows what she has gotten herself into with him.
Arms wrapped around Joel's neck and being fucked into like a whore, Prim sees what he means about being his toy.
He holds her tiny waist and violates her like his personal cock sleeve.
Fucking her with no importance as if she were a fleshlight that he'll throw under his bed when he's finished.
Her eyes widen and the hot stream of her tears hit his back, making Joel grin deviously knowing that she can't take the rough fuck from him any longer.
He huffs and grunts so eager and focused on his finish that he ignores Prim's complaints about his uncomfortable jabs.
A final orgasm consumes her, making Prim once again putty in his arms, hoarse, and unable to complain.
Her nails dig into the skin of his back as she closes her eyes tightly from the shamefully lewd sounds of their bodies slapping together.
Her cunt drips with nectar for him every second and she hates that she has no control over it.
Her pussy clenches in overstimulated waves of shock and Joel's cock spasms as he continues to get squeezed. Jamming his cock in her as far as he can, he releases his hot cum... filling the girl's womb without a thought to pullout.
"Jesus— fuck, you can take cock."
His words are again harsh, however for some reason, they feel even more cruel than before.
As his balls are completely drained and milked, Joel places Prim into his office chair.
Unsure of what just happened, she closes her trembling legs shut.
She gasps as Joel prys them back apart again to watch his seed drip out of her.
Prim's innocent eyes watch up at him as she stares in disbelief... Joel chuckles and licks his lips at the sight of the oozing cum.
She now realizes that possessiveness has nothing to do with genuinely liking someone...
She is exactly as he said, just his toy.
Tucking his cock back into his briefs, the timer for dinner rush goes off on his desk.
As he turns the alarm off, Joel tosses Prim's clothes at her.
"Get dressed." He demands, without a care of her body still being sore and needing rest.
"Get back in the kitchen, and this time don't break the fucking sauce. If I ever see you flirt with Carmen Berzatto again, I'll fire your ass at a drop of a dime, understand?"
Prim sniffles back her tears...
Although her mind is full of confusion about where her and her boss stand at this point, at least she has her second chance to get back into the kitchen.
She wipes her fallen tears, redressing her sex-battered body still dripping of his semen into her uniform...
She gulps. "Yes, Chef."
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