Flames In The Kitchen

Victoria couldn’t stay away.

Even after that cold look in Sebastian’s eyes last night, she still went to him the next evening when he invited her to his flagship restaurant.

She arrived just before the dinner rush. Sebastian met her at the back entrance wearing his signature black chef jacket. He looked powerful, and in control. The moment the door closed behind them, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, his hand sliding up her thigh under her dress.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” he whispered against her lips.

“Stay in my office and watch me work. I want you wet while you watch me.”

Victoria’s heart raced faster than an over speeding car on an expressway. She was already soaked. He led her to a private glass office that overlooked the entire kitchen. The staff moved like a well-oiled machine - fast, precise, and clearly terrified of making mistakes. Sebastian stepped into the kitchen like a king entering his kingdom.

Victoria sat on the edge of his desk, her legs crossed, and her eyes watching everything.

Sebastian was magnetic.

He barked orders with calm authority. “Fire the scallops! Where the fuck is the sauce for table twelve?”

His voice cut through the noise like a hot knife. The staff moved faster whenever he spoke. Some of them looked nervous while others looked at him with pure respect.

Every few minutes, Sebastian would glance up at the glass office and lock eyes with her. His gaze was dark and full of promise. Once, while adjusting a plate, he slowly licked sauce off his thumb while staring straight at her. Victoria’s thighs pressed together. She was dripping.

Halfway through service, a famous food critic sitting at the best table sent a message to the kitchen. One of the sous chefs read it out loud.

“‘This is easily the best meal that I have had all year. There's always talk about competition and speculation on what would have happened if Marco Vale was still around, or if some new star rises, but Sebastian makes it feel like there can be no real competition anyway.’”

The kitchen laughed. Someone clapped while Victoria froze.

Marco Vale.

She heard the name clearly this time. The timing of his downfall and Sebastian’s explosive rise felt too perfect and little too convenient.

Sebastian didn’t laugh with the others, as always. He simply unleashed that calm, dangerous smile of his and said, “Keep the standards high. I don’t want anyone thinking this kitchen got soft.”

But when he looked up at her through the glass, his expression changed. He knew she had heard the name and was doing something mentally with it.

After service ended, the kitchen slowly emptied. Sebastian walked into the office, locked the door behind him, and looked at Victoria like he was a seasoned predator.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, voice low.

She was breathing hard.

“You’re… terrifying in there. In the best way.”

He stepped closer.

“Take off your panties.”

Victoria’s hands trembled as she obeyed. She was soaked. The black lace was drenched.

Sebastian took them from her and put them in his pocket. Then he lifted her onto his desk, spread her legs wide, and dropped to his knees.

He ate her like he was a starving man.

His tongue was aggressive - licking every drop, sucking hard on her clit, and fucking her with two thick fingers. Victoria gripped his hair and moaned loudly, not caring if anyone was still in the building.

He made her come quickly.

Before she could recover, Sebastian stood up, freed his thick cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The desk shook as he fucked her deep and rough.

“You liked watching me control everything, didn’t you?” he growled as he pounded into her.

“It made you wet.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“So wet.”

He fucked her harder, one hand around her throat while the other was rubbing her clit.

“Say my name when you come.”

“Sebastian - fuck - Sebastian!”

She came violently, her walls squeezing around him. He followed right after, burying himself deep and filling her with hot cum while groaning her name.

They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard and unable to say anything.

Sebastian kissed her forehead, then looked into her eyes with that same dark intensity from last night.

“Some names you heard tonight,” he said quietly, still inside her, “are better forgotten.”

Victoria’s heart pounded.

The pleasure was still pulsing through her body, but fear was creeping in too.

She was addicted to this man; addicted to his power, his body, and the danger he brought her way too close to. 

And she was starting to realize that the deeper she fell…

The harder it would be to climb back out.