His to Taste (6 page)

I wandered down the hallway and peeked inside a large room that appeared to be his personal gym, complete with a state-of-the-art treadmill, elliptical, rowing machine, plenty of weights, and a weight bench. I suppose if I’m going to have some spare time on my hands, then I might as well start getting acquainted with this room, especially if I’m going to be cooking lots of hearty meals for a manly appetite.

The next room was closed off, and I could hear his muffled voice on a phone call. I definitely wouldn’t be bothering him in
that
room. The next door revealed another bathroom, and the last room revealed a warmly decorated library. There were bookshelves lining two walls from the ceiling to the floor with plenty of comfortable well-loved easy chairs covered in cashmere throws. The large bay windows offered plenty of natural sunlight, and there was a cozy electric fireplace. Besides the kitchen, I knew that this would be one of my favorite spaces in the entire house.

After reluctantly tearing myself away from the library, I wandered out to the backyard and marveled at the lovely manicured grounds. There were plenty of fruit trees and lovingly pruned flower beds. The patio was elegantly simple and there was an invitingly huge hammock swaying gently in the morning breeze. I could easily picture myself lazing around under the warm sun with a refreshing strawberry margarita in my hand. It was a such a shame that Grandma would never see this enchanting garden.

I felt much more relaxed in my own skin after spending some time outside. The sun’s rays were revitalizing and I took a few deep breaths of the sweetly scented bright pink camellias and soft violet tulips. I strolled back into the house and made my way upstairs into my new room.

Now that I felt more confident with my cooking, I reexamined Mr. Cochran’s guidelines in the contract. My main duties were cooking and maintaining my workspace in the kitchen. I was to eventually create meal plans for him and I was in charge of the groceries, of which I could either do myself or order online to be delivered. Since he hired a cleaning service and a gardener to come in every two weeks, I wasn’t responsible to maintain the rest of the house. He had strict orders to ensure his privacy.

Everything was reasonable and I felt grateful once again that I had found such a wonderful position. I just needed to loosen up with him so that I wouldn’t have to endure a repeat of this morning’s debacle.

It would be so much easier if I was more comfortable socializing with an attractive man. Although I don’t have a whole lot of work experience, it doesn’t take a freaking genius to know that getting argumentative with your boss is a sure-fire way to get immediately booted out the door on your ass.

There was no reason for me to even be suspicious in the first place. Mr. Cochran wasn’t sleazy or rude or snobby; in fact, he had been a complete gentleman since we’ve met...well, if you didn’t count his presumptuous comments yesterday. Still, given that I was technically straddling his thigh and smooshing my tits against his chest, I suppose that any reasonable person would have to give him a pass for that little exchange.

The more I thought about how wickedly sinful his body felt against mine, the more tempted I was to indulge in another dirty story online. He probably wouldn’t text me for at least another hour or so, right? I slipped a hand into my panties and eagerly opened a new browser window on my laptop.

Jenny Williams was a bright and promising college student in her final year of her undergraduate studies. She was petite with 34D size breasts and a slim figure. With her light brown curly hair, pouty pink lips, and soft green eyes, she was angelic and innocently lovely. She was also speeding 25 miles over the speed limit because she was running late for class.

She chided herself for waking up late again which had forced her to roll out of bed and jump directly into her car without changing out of her outfit from the previous night of bar hopping with her roommates.

Jenny’s lush breasts were barely contained in her tight purple tube top and her ruffled black miniskirt left most of her long legs bare. She and her roommates had been celebrating a friend’s birthday and the theme was naughty schoolgirls. Jenny had thought it was hilarious to capture every stereotype, but she was regretting her dedication to her outfit when she realized that the harsh sunlight revealed too much of her intimate assets.

Her braided pigtails had fallen apart haphazardly in her sleep, but she didn’t have any extra time to throw on some panties, much less to fix her hair. Her makeup was only slightly smeared, but she had been able to salvage it as best as she could during red lights.

Just as she turned onto a quiet side street for a shortcut, she noticed a hidden patrol car behind a building and tried to tap at her brakes to slow down, but it was all in vain. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched the officer in her rear view mirror turn on his lights and pull out to follow her.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” she cried, as she pulled over to an empty lot. Jenny parked her car and nervously gathered up her license and registration. She tugged down her skirt as best as she could and waited anxiously for the officer to approach her.

Officer London whistled quietly under his breath when he saw the black SUV come tearing down the road. This area wasn’t his usual beat, but he had been taking a quick break in between calls. His tall brawny frame filled out his uniform quite well. With his handsome face, dark blond hair, and warm brown eyes, most perps made the mistake of assuming that he was just a pretty boy, but they never made that mistake twice. He pulled up behind the SUV and turned off his lights. Noting the license plate, make, and model, he took his time getting out of his patrol car, and sauntered over to see the speeding driver.

As he came closer, he smirked when he realized that it was a typical sorority girl heading home from a walk of shame.
This could be a
fun morning
, he thought.

Through her side mirror, Jenny watched the officer head towards her and was surprised to see how attractive he was; he looked like he had just stepped out of a bachelorette party movie as a stripper cop.

She smiled to herself and figured that she might as well use a little bit of good ol’ feminine wiles to get out of a ticket. She quickly tugged her tube top lower to reveal more of her soft cleavage, and dragged her skirt a little higher to reveal almost the tops of her thighs.

When he finally approached her window, she nonchalantly played with one of her pigtails and said, “Good morning, officer. What seems to be the problem?” She shamelessly fluttered her eyelashes at him and slightly pouted her lips.

Giving her a lazy grin, Officer London said, “You seem to be in quite a rush this morning, miss. Hand over your license and registration and I’ll see what I can do with you.”

He took her proffered documents and returned to his car. After running her information, he noted that she had a clean record without any infractions. He let her stew in her car for a few more minutes before he returned with her paperwork.

“Have you been drinking, Miss Williams?” he asked, casually leaning into her window.

She emphatically shook her head. “No, sir,” she said. “I was just running late to class, and I’m really sorry for speeding. Do you really have to write me a ticket?” She nervously chewed on her plump lower lip, and stared up at him beseechingly.

“I’m going to have to ask you to step out of your car,” he said sternly. He straightened up to his full height and opened her door. “You’ll need to perform a few sobriety tests for me.”

Jenny gasped in shock at the turn of events. Her false bravado had quickly trickled away when he had forced her to twiddle her thumbs in her car as he ran her information. She was on the Dean’s List and had never broken a law in her entire life.

“Please, officer, “ she said, wringing her hands. “I swear that I’m not drunk and I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life! Isn’t there anything I can do for you, sir?”

Officer London loomed over her and drawled, “You were speeding, Miss Williams. Now you’re asking a police officer to repeat himself, and you’re on the verge of offering a bribe? Tsk, tsk, Miss Williams. You’re being a very naughty little schoolgirl.” He opened the door wider and brusquely gestured for her to get out of her car.

Jenny gulped, tugged her skirt back down as modestly as she could, and slowly stepped out of her car. She could feel the officer’s hot gaze as she stumbled slightly on her shiny black stiletto heels. She quickly found her balance on the pebbly dirt road and waited obediently for his instructions.

Officer London groaned inwardly when he saw her luscious round tits jiggle under her tight tube top as she lost her footing. He was about to reach out a hand to steady her, but she had caught herself in time. The more her small pale hands tugged self-consciously at the short hem of her miniskirt, the more it emphasized her long toned legs and creamy thighs. He cleared his throat gruffly and said, “Now, Miss Williams, when you’re ready, go ahead and walk a straight line for me to that tree. Keep your arms straight out. Now walk.”

Jenny dutifully did as he asked and paused at the tree. She hesitated before stepping forward and waited for his next request. He nodded his approval and said, “Now head back towards me, Miss Williams.”

She walked back and winced when a small pebble lodged itself in her heel. She tried to shake it loose which only made her teeter slightly and drop her arms.

“Arms up!” he barked, and she quickly threw her arms back up to the appropriate position. She stopped abruptly when she stood directly in front of him. Shyly averting her gaze, she held the position until her arms started to ache.

Officer London smirked down at her and said, “Good girl. Now walk over to my patrol car and stand facing away from me.” He followed closely behind her as she complied.

“Now,” he said. “I’m going to search you to ensure that you don’t have any concealed weapons or drugs. Spread your legs and place your hands on the back of your head.”

Jenny’s eyes widened in shock when she felt the officer’s large warm hands gently stroke her slender calves.

“Oh, sir!” she cried. “I swear that I have nothing on me! Please, is this really necessary? Why don’t you just write me the ticket and I’ll be on my way...and within the speed limit this time, I promise!” She stiffened when she felt his hands trail slowly up the back of her knees.

His grip tightened slightly and he said, “Are you presuming to tell an officer of the law how to do his job, Miss Williams?”

“N-n-no, officer,” she mumbled. “You’re right, sir. I shouldn’t have broken the speed limit.”

He gentled his grip again at her quiet admission. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now relax and let me resume my search.” He caressed her inner thighs and softly massaged her flesh. He felt her thighs quiver and he smiled at her response.

She bit back a moan when his questing hands trailed further up her skirt. Jenny knew it was wrong of her to feel so horny at his touch, but she couldn’t help her reaction. She fought the urge to sway closer towards his body and gritted her teeth. If only his hands would just brush against her aching pussy lips...

Jenny was torn from her reverie when he suddenly removed his hands from her flesh. The absence of his strong warm hands made her want to protest in frustration. She could feel a single droplet of her pussy juice trail slowly down her inner thigh and she clenched her fists in her hair.

“Miss Williams,” he said. “Some female perps have been known to hide their contraband in their intimate areas. Do you give me permission to touch you there?” His long thick cock grew even harder when he saw that she was already sopping wet and he automatically knew her answer.

“Um...yes, officer,” she muttered quietly, ashamed yet emboldened by her arousal. She begged him silently to continue touching her. She yelped in surprise when he gave her a slight spank on her bare ass.

“I didn’t hear you, Miss Williams,” he growled dangerously. “Say it louder.”

“Yes, officer,” she bit out reluctantly. “Yes, you have my permission to...um...touch me there.” She unconsciously thrust her ass towards him and held her breath in anticipation.

“Tell me where I can touch you,” he said sternly.

“My...um...intimate areas, sir.”

“For the record, I need you to be more specific, Miss Williams.”

She shuddered in her lust and whispered, “My..um...pussy, sir.”

“Very good, Miss Williams,” he said. “And where else?”

“You can touch my ass.” She swayed closer towards him until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“And where else may I touch you?” he asked, stubbornly withholding his touch.

“I want you to touch my tits, sir, and my mouth, and anywhere else on my body that you want to touch, officer.” She could feel her pussy juices dripping farther down her thighs now as she ached desperately to have further contact with him.

“Good answer,” he said. “Now lean forward and place your hands on the hood of the car.”

She scrambled to obey his command and almost wept in pleasure when she felt his hands cup her ass cheeks and squeeze. Jenny arched her back when his long fingers delicately traced her wet pussy folds. She thrust her hips back so that his fingers could delve deeper into her, but he held her hips fast.

“Hold still,” he said gruffly. “Hold still and let me complete my search, Miss Williams.”