The Heavenly Baker

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have?’ I ask.
    â€˜We have a few options,’ admits Matt with a wry smile.
    I feel my own lips starting to curl. He has a habit of making me do that and I am suddenly aware that being around him makes my spirit feel lighter. There is a chink in the darkness.
    â€˜What do you suggest?’
    â€˜Now there is a question. Let me think.’
    How could I have suspected him of wickedness when his heart is so pure? I want to kiss him but just then I spy my mother coming out of the hospital and such thoughts are sidelined.
    â€˜I have to go.’
    â€˜I know,’ he says. As I turn to leave, he squeezes my hand and a little more weight falls from my shoulders.

Chapter Thirteen – Cupcake Heaven
    â€˜Do you trust me?’ he asks.
    â€˜Yes, I trust you,’ I reply, watching his eyes as he places the silk scarf over my eyes and ties it securely so my world is now dark. It doesn’t feel dark, though. My father is out of surgery without complications. The doctors feel positive about him making a full recovery. I feel the weight sliding from my shoulders.
    Matt gathers me in his arms and lifts me onto the stainless steel worktop. The bakery is deserted. I came back because I knew he’d be here. Everything is tingling just like the first time that I saw him. The anticipation is sensational.
    I feel his hands on the buttons of my shirt and I go to help, but his hands close on mine.
    â€˜Trust me,’ he whispers.
    â€˜I do,’ I whisper back.
    Gently, he peels my shirt away. I feel the buttons of my jeans pop. Too many thoughts invade my brain. He unlaces my trainers and it takes all my self-will not to pull off the scarf and find his lips but I resist, just about. He slides my jeans off my hips, pulling them gently away.
    And then something unusual occurs. Matt binds my left wrist with a cord. Then he slips the cord over my right wrist. I don’t fight it but soon enough my arms are tied securely above my head as I lie on the worktop. He does the same with my ankles and the thought occurs that this is getting seriously kinky and my heart beats a little faster. Who knew I was into a little kink?
    â€˜Now that I’m completely at your mercy, whatever do you intend doing with me?’ I ask, as innocently as I can muster.
    â€˜I’m going to do everything to you,’ he murmurs, his voice so low and husky it reverberates through my soul and makes me ache for him. ‘The art to good baking is to always be prepared. So I have prepared my ingredients with care and now we are ready to begin.’
    â€˜So what is on the menu tonight then, chef?’ I ask, straining to hear him remove clothes – or is it just my imagination starting to get trippy?
    â€˜You’ll see,’ murmurs Matt.
    â€˜Hurry up,’ I whisper. ‘I’m so hot for you right now and I don’t think I can wait.’
    I can feel the tell-tale moistness in my crotch as I start to imagine Matt parting my thighs and pressing himself into me.
    â€˜Patience is a virtue,’ he replies.
    â€˜Apparently so,’ I mutter.
    â€˜First we must prepare the cooking area to ensure it is free from blemishes.’
    The touch of his hands, the caress of them against my skin, makes me inhale involuntarily.
    â€˜Easy,’ he whispers.
    â€˜That’s easy for you to say,’ I murmur. ‘You know what’s coming and I wish it was me.’
    He touches his lips to my mouth to stop further conversation. A hungry kiss that draws me in then leaves me breathless when he pulls away suddenly.
    The chocolate is warm as it hits my stomach and cascades over my naked skin. I feel it pool in my bellybutton and can’t help the giggles that escape. The chocolate splashes onto my breasts, still hidden beneath the silk of my bra, and now desperate to be free. My nipples are like lightning rods, hard to the touch and screaming for release. He must be able to see how hard they are and

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