Disciplined by Allison Hobbs Read Free Book Online

don’t want it to slide off before your guests get their chocolate fix.”
    Having dinner guests licking and tasting delicacies from her restrained body wasn’t a bad idea. Actually, it was brilliant. So deliciously decadent! Maybe she’d stay awhile. Perhaps, that Merrick chap knew his stuff after all.
    Louis returned and the pleasant scent of coconut wafted up to her nostrils. Working with a smaller brush, he applied precise stokes as he covered her clean-shaven pubis with the coconut-flavored oil. The oil-slick brush glided over her shamelessly spread-open pussy, teasing her clit with the soft bristles. The chef hovered nearby, occasionally smoothing out dribbles of oilthat pooled inside her open vagina. She fought to remain calm, but her breathing sharpened, her cunt ached with need.
    “You must learn to trust Mr. Merrick. He’s a wise man,” the chef said as he deposited thick sauce in her open palms. He stood back and appraised her and then resumed running his skilled hands over her well-defined curves, smoothing out the oil coating on her small round hips and slim tapering thighs. “You must use all your inner strength and lie still while your guests dine. No talking, no wriggling about. I assure you, madam, you will experience the most thrilling sensations. Now, do I have your promise?” The chef leaned in closer, waiting for her response.
    “Yes,” she murmured, panting and overly stimulated by the provocative image of her pussy on a platter and being served as a side dish.
    “In addition,” the chef added, “you must exercise discipline and remain silent throughout the meal.”
    “Why?”
    “Mr. Merrick’s orders,” he said simply.
    “That’s ridiculous. I refuse to be silent.” Her emerald eyes glinted in anger.
    “You’ll have to hold your tongue and control your sexual urges—” Thoughtfully, the chef stroked his chin. “You’ll forfeit your first night of carnal pleasure if you don’t comply.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding!”
    “I’m serious,” he said sternly. “However, after your guests’ appetites have been satisfied, so shall your sexual desires…beyond your wildest fantasies.” There was a twinkle in the chef’s eyes as he dabbed a finger in various locations, taste-testing how the sauces intermingled with her bodily flavors. “You taste wonderful,” he chimed, sucking his finger. “Your guests will be pleased.”
    Yoyin sucked her teeth. “Why didn’t this Mr. Merrick inform me of all these silly rules before I left Philadelphia? Had I known that there would be so many conditions—” She gasped suddenly, experiencing an onslaught of tiny tremors as Louis’s brush strokes and the chef’s roving hands, threatened to drive her over the edge before her guests were served.
    “Do you agree to all the conditions?” the chef asked. “I must know before you’re taken to the dining room and presented.”
    It was a tantalizing proposition. If she exercised discipline by remaining silent and controlling her insatiable libido, she’d be rewarded with hard-ramming, torturously good sex after the meal. “Okay,” she said, the word carried on a sigh of displeasure.
    “Do you agree?” the chef inquired.
    Annoyed, she glared at the chef. “I gave you my bloody okay, what more do want? Must I spell it out?”
    Moments later, the chef’s staff held a huge mirror above her before she was taken into the dining area. The fabulous food art truly enhanced her beauty. She quelled the urge to beam with pride; the overbearing chef did not deserve her praise or approval.
    CHAPTER 6
    A convivial atmosphere filled the elaborately decorated dining room. Ten distinguished guests—six men and four women—sat at a formal table, sipping champagne, tropical island drinks, and other libations. They were an attractive, elegantly attired, and affluent bunch. They laughed gaily, conversed in crisp, self-assured tones, running the gamut from gossipy, “who’s getting divorced from