Yes, Chef: Punishment & Patience

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Marie has struggled for years to reach her dream job, and all her work has finally paid off. A fresh, proud line cook, everything in her life seems to be going perfectly. Yet when Baxter Wilcox enters her world, taking over the restaurant, the curve balls start coming. The young red head has never met a man like him, someone so passionate and dominant, he makes her head spin. Even worse, he seems unimpressed by her cooking skills, and offers her a simple deal; Let him train her privately, or she can find a new job. It seems an easy choice, until the lessons take a turn into an area of education Marie never imagined. 12K words of steamy sex, domination, bondage, and more.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES

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Wishing her heart would stop fluttering, the young woman settled on the seat directly before her head chef, peering up at him uneasily. Her hands were folded in her lap, and she pondered briefly on how he never seemed to even consider that she would argue with what he asked.

'Does he really ask, though? It's almost always a direct command, isn't it?'

Baxter whipped out a long swatch of black cloth, snapping it with a deft flourish. She went to speak, to question what he was planning, but one sharp glance from him made her bite her tongue. In the end, she didn't need an explanation. It was clear what he was doing when he bound the covering around her face, blocking her eyes from sight.

Effectively blind, she hoped the blood pulsing in her ears with her anxiousness wouldn't deafen her as well.

“Now,” he whispered, so near her cheek that she jerked back in surprise. “This is a simple test. I'll feed you a morsel, you'll tell me what it is. If you perform well, maybe I'll rescind my belief that you've got no skill for cooking. Got it?”

Grimacing, Marie turned her head towards where she thought he was, her tone biting. “Yes, chef.”

She had a moment of genuine thrill and shock when she felt his hand on her head, his fingers in her rust colored hair. He held her steady, and she half lifted her hands in defense. It was hard for her mind to make sense of it, blind as she was, and her brain was reacting at the intimate touch far more than she would have liked.

Instantly, he released her, and she felt both relief and disappointment.

'Wait, disappointment? Marie, what the hell is wrong with you?'

Before she could recover and ask what he had been doing, she felt her wrists grabbed. The touch was almost violent, an impatient yank that took her arms behind the chair. His voice hissed in her ear, halting her struggle instantly. “Are you playing a game with me, Marie? I asked if you understood, and you go and try to stop me from giving you the first taste test?”

“I... what? No, I just thought...”

He sighed loudly, and she felt her limbs being coiled in something. When he let her go, she gave an experimental tug, but it was obvious what had occurred; Her chef had tied her arms to the seat. Her mind shot warning signals, and fear bubbled up at this new predicament. Blind and bound, the young woman was sure this was going too far.

“You agreed to do as I say, and in return I agreed to train you. I'm following my end of the bargain, so now,” he brushed her hair from her forehead, making her quiver. “You will hold up yours. The test will begin, you have ten seconds to guess the ingredient.”

Marie was in a haze of confusion and fear. She certainly hadn't imagined her boss would go as far as this, and she knew she should have listened to her intuition. Yet, now, faced with it all, she debated with herself over what to do. Had she not wanted this, to be trained by this man? Was he not doing as he said?

Her internal struggle ended all too fast, Baxter's fingers cupping her jaw and holding her steady. “Open up,” he mumbled.

Marie parted her lips.