Bling Hot Sauce Novels & Stories

“Screw you, King Maddox! You’re deliberately making my life difficult. Until now, I’ve endured your inhumane torment silently, but not anymore.” So, during my kitchen work, I searched for a special ingredient from a top-notch pantry. The new chefs had asked for condiments not easily available in the Capital. A glass container with a tag of ‘ghost pepper’ was my ultimate destination. I skillfully infused it with the sauce and went to change into my new uniform. Humming a song gleefully, I twirled before the mirror, my devil smirk caught Moira’s attention. “What’s so special about this server’s uniform, Shyl?”

“Can you pass the hot sauce?” My mom slides the bottle across the table and turns back to her phone and Knox’s finger pushes inside me – one finger, curling forward and pressing into that spot while his thumb takes over on my clit. I pour hot sauce onto lasagna that doesn’t need it with a hand that’s trembling badly enough that the bottle rattles against the plate. He adds a second finger and the stretch under the table makes my thighs tighten and Dominic’s foot presses harder against my calf at the exact same moment like he can sense the shift in my body from across the table.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

He chewed it up and nodded while he swallowed, “That is awesome! My dad is going to love this.” We finished taking the food to the table and sat down. We started filling our plates and Luke smiled, “Dad, you need to try this. Sylvie calls it hot-hot. It’s her grandmother’s recipe.” Luke’s dad took a bite of it and smiled as he ate it. When he swallowed the bite of food, he moaned, “Sylvie, that is amazing. You must teach my mate how to make this!” I looked at Luke’s mom and she nodded. I told her, “On this dish, what you see is what you get. No hidden ingredients. It’s just tomatoes, onion, chili pepper and a half of a habanero pepper. A little salt and black pepper, then let it sit for as l

“Which is why I bring this bad boy along everywhere I go.” With a flourish, he pulled out a minuscule bottle of violently red-hot sauce from his pocket and wiggled it with a comical eyebrow waggle. I couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah, no, that looks like it’s going to burn a hole in my stomach. No, thank you.” “Aww, come on, it’s not as bad as it looks,” he cajoled, opening it and pouring a generous amount on his food. “There you go. Look how good it looks! Sure, you don’t want any?”

Seeing the angry look on my face, he struggled to bring himself back under control. “Start talking.” I said, my voice tight. He cleared his throat. “I was just amazed at your…. appetite and tolerance level.” he said. “What do you mean by appetite and tolerance level?” I asked, not at all sure of what he was saying. He pointed at the food in front of me. “Im talking about that. It's a sauce made with hot chilli for chrissake and yet, you devour it without hesitation… and you never drank water once. That's both amazing and scary at the same time.”

Her distorted reflection flickered across the chrome surface, warping and twisting as the coils began to glow. With a cheerful pop, the toast sprang up. “Here you go, Erica,” Louisa said proudly, plating the steaming snacks. “My famous grilled-cheese mini pizzas!” Erica raised a brow. “What is this?” “Everything a growing girl needs,” Louisa said with a wink. “Capsicum, tomato, and just a hint of hot spices.” “Really?” “Oh yeah. I love it spicy. Real hot. Can you handle it?” Erica smirked. “Yeah, of course I can.”

I winked. “With this much deliciousness around me, who could resist?” He chuckled, reaching for the hot dog, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “What’s this?” “My Loaded Chili Hot Dogs, with a special sauce. I also made the sausage myself,” I said, gesturing to the ingredients, trying not to sound too eager. “Keep dazzling me with your sparkling little noggin,” Nathan teased.