Company For Breakfast: Unbroken Plate

Company For Breakfast: Unbroken Plate

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

“I suppose you would be hungry, also?” He smirked, “Wouldn’t you be?” He nudged the fork forward across the plate. He sat there staring at her, licking his lips.

Summary

“I suppose you would be hungry, also?” He smirked, “Wouldn’t you be?” He nudged the fork forward across the plate. He sat there staring at her, licking his lips.

Content

Submitted: June 14, 2015

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Submitted: June 14, 2015

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The sheer, white curtains fluttered about as a breeze tickled across his bare, bronzed back. Stretching his legs, he opened his eyes slowly to see the sun rising through the opened window. He let out a sigh of relaxation while still laying on his stomach. He gave his pillow a strong hug as he stretched the rest of his body before he got up. His tone, muscled body ached as he sat up. It had been a long night he remembered, as he smirked looking over to the other side of the bed that laid empty. He took a glance about the room. White walls draped in elegant white features with splashes of colored décor. There was a grey, white-washed bookshelf next to the door and a small, dark wooden chair next to it. The room was nice to look at, but not his style. He dropped his feet to floor, only to feel fur tickle his feet. A grey and white fur rug decorated the floor. He wiggled his toes in it as he stood up and gave his naked body another stretch. Seeing his clothes on the floor in front of the bed, he walked over to grab his white dress shirt and charcoal grey dress pants. Zipping up his pants, his stomach growled in hunger.

“Time to refuel.’ He thought to himself. He flung his white dress shirt on and left it unbuttoned as he walked out of the bedroom. He found his way to the bathroom to take a piss. Once relieved, he walked over to the mirror to examine any possible inflictions on his face.

He smiled his crooked smile.

Nothing. Not even a scratch. His wide jaw complimented his smile as his prominent cheekbones met with his narrow, faded, blue eyes. His dark, short, peppered hair lay a mess as he ran his hand through it to give it some structure. He turned on the water to give his face a quick wash and patted his face with one of the hanging hand towels.

‘Let’s see what in the kitchen.’ He whistled to himself as he walked towards the kitchen. He had a slight bounce in his step knowing today was going to be a good day. Once in the kitchen, he rummage through the cupboards to find all the necessary ingredients and pans to cook an omelet. To his luck, he found sausage in the fridge and began to fry up a few links with the eggs. He began to hum to himself as he found the plates and silverware and laid one of each for his almost prepared meal on the counter. The sound of sizzling food and his happy tune filled the air. The noise created a muffled groan sound in the background.

He stopped for a minute.

Staring straight out to nothing. His crooked smile reappeared.

He continued with what he was doing and sang his little hum once more while scooping up his sausage and eggs onto the plate.

“Perfect!” He exclaimed out loud. “Looks delicious!”

 Picking up the ready-to-eat meal he walked over to the kitchen table. Sitting his plate down, he pulled back the metal chair and took a seat. Picking up the silver fork and knife he cut into the sausage and gave it a big bite.

The smacking of his mouth against the hot, greasy link made him tear into it again. Taking another bite he looked up and slowly put his fork down that still had half of the link left on it. He leaned back against the chair without wiping his face.

“I suppose you would be hungry, also?” He smirked, “Wouldn’t you be?” He nudged the fork forward across the plate. He sat there staring at her, licking lips. The morning sun cascaded down on her through the kitchen window by the table they sat at. He watched as the sun touched her fair skin, making her face glow. She wouldn’t look at him. She kept her eyes down. Those eyes that are stained with smeared eyeliner and sweat. Her face was turned away from him and he watched her intently.

He sat there for several minutes just staring at her. She still wouldn’t look at him. She didn’t want to give him any reason to get closer to her. Picking up the fork once more, he suddenly sprung up gracefully and slowly walked over to the other side of the table where she sat. He stood behind her, staring at the back of her head and down her nape. Her torn, silk slip hung loosely on her and her auburn hair hung about her shoulders. He reached out and softly touched her shoulder. She instantly jumped and her tangled hair flung forward as she lowered her head down. Intrigued, he slid his fingertips down her shoulder and arm, letting his fingertips bump over the silver duct tape that held her tightly against the metal chair. He moved his hand back up her arm and over her shoulders to her chest. He uncovered her breast that was a little small for his taste, but graciously fondled it before sliding his hand up to her neck. Her breath instantly quickened. Grabbing her neck and jaw tightly, he forced her head up to look up at him. Her eyes were tightly shut, but that didn’t stop him from peeling back the duck tape that was sealed against her lips. A gasp of breath escaped her free lips and she glanced up at him. Still staring down at her, he smiled with that same crooked smile and squeezed the bottom of her jaw and cheeks.

“You must be starving, my dear,” He sarcastically yammered on. “Here, have something to eat.” He shoved the rest of the sausage link into her mouth forcibly causing her to choke. The pressure on the sides of her face was meet with the pressure from his kiss as he leaned down and forced his lips onto hers. His greasy lips covered hers as he forced his tongue through her mouth. She squirmed in her chair as she tried to catch her breath. He then removed his firm grip from her face to the back of her head, grabbing her hair tightly to keep her from moving away from him. He didn’t break his kiss as he continued to explore her mouth. As soon as she began to whimper he stopped and straightened himself back up, still holding onto her hair.

“Still hungry?” He asked, leaning his head slightly to one side. He reached across the table and slide the plate of food in front of them. Grabbing some of the omelet with his free hand he shoved it into her mouth, smearing it across her face letting bits of omelet fall to the floor and across her chest.

“Such a messy eater.” He teased. Before she could even chew, he reached back down to get another handful.  “Please, have some more.” He continued while forcing more into her already full mouth. Coughing and choking, she tried to get most of it out of her mouth, but it was almost too much. Finally, after continuous coughing and gaging she was able to spit most of it out.

“Now, where’s your table manners?” He joked as he smeared some spit and omelet across her face. “Let me show you what you’re supposed to do when you have food in your mouth.” He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, exposing his hard penis. She tried to turn her face away, but he still had hold of the back of her hair and moved her face to face him. He rubbed the tip of his penis across her messy lips. “Open wide.” He yanked hard on her hair, causing her to open her mouth. He shoved his hard dick into her mouth causing her to gag as it touched the back of her throat. He pulled out a little and pushed her head hard back down. She gagged again and thought she was going to throw up, but after a few more thrusts he let go of her hair and pulled his penis back a little. Standing at her side, he lifted one leg and set his foot firmly on her lap giving him some leverage to really fuck her mouth. Gently cupping both sides of her head he guided her head to bob up and down on his dick.

“That’s right.” He moaned. “I’ll soon show you how to swallow your food.”

She could feel his penis begin to throb and grow larger in her mouth and the amount of pre cum swirling around was a good indication he was about to cum. She braced herself as he went faster, feeling saliva drip down her chin. Gripping hard on her head, entangling her hair between his fingers, he shoved her face into his pubes, feeling his entire dick in her mouth as he exploded down her throat. He grunted a loud moan as every ounce of cum shot out. Thrusting a few more times, he pulled out. He stood back and looked down at her. She sat there coughing and trying to catch her breath. Drips of saliva and cum glistened on her lips and chin. The top of her thigh was killing her from the pressure where his foot was. She looked up when she heard him walking away from her. He was headed into the kitchen. Finally, a moment to gather herself as her skin and body ached. Her mouth and jaw sore as the taste of his cum linger across her tongue. She could tell from the pain, that her arms were bruised from the silver restraints and the metal chair digging into her sides. He had them so tight, she could barely move her arms or legs. She tried wiping what she could from her face on her shoulder. She shuttered in slight pain when her jaw met her shoulder. This was all too much. She couldn't take much more of this.

While licking her lips that became too dry, she heard metal slide across metal come from the kitchen. She looked up in a nervous haste as she saw him turn around. Her eyes widen as that crooked smiling man held a sharp kitchen knife in his hand. He eyed her with a ravenous grin.


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