The Chocolate Touch Novels & Stories

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

Why is he taking so long… Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty... I was about to call him when I finally heard his voice from behind me. “You took too long,” I said when he finally was in front of me. “Sorry. It’s so packed and the lines are long,” he said as he hands me a large cup. “I got you some hot chocolate.” I took the cup and feel the cup warm against my hands. “Forty,” I tell him. “What?” “I waited and I counted up to forty,” I said.

Just when I thought he couldn't have any tricks up his sleeve, he pulled out something from behind him. A sweet smell wafted through my nostrils, and I recognized it in an instant. It was chocolate. Before I could ask what he was about to use it for, he hovered above me. He trailed the chocolate over my boobs before trailing a slimy line down to my core. It sent tickles throughout my body, and just when I thought he was finished, he pulled out another trick. His mouth clamped down on one of my boobs, and as he licked and sucked the chocolate off my body, I squirmed underneath him. He didn't stop his assault on my body, not until he'd lapped every drop and was eating me out like his life depe

“Nice to meet you Josh, sorry I kept you waiting.” “It’s okay. Ready to check the space now?’ he asks, and I nod in excitement. We proceed to check the space, this one isn’t like I envisioned it. I take some pictures and ask him the price for this space. Even though the price is not so bad, the space isn’t what i’m looking for, so we head over to the next space. I drove us there, and on the drive there I got to learn more about Josh and I could tell he liked me and wanted me in one of his properties. As we got into the street of the second space, which was a five minute drive from the first space, I knew this space would be the one. The street is a busy one, offices and residential houses ar

The rich, dark squares sat between us like a peace offering. He reached for one of the brownies first, his long fingers moving through the air. For the briefest second, his skin brushed against mine. It was just a light, casual touch, but it sent a tiny, electric jolt up my arm. The rich scent of cocoa and sugar filled the small space between us, so thick and sweet it almost felt like I could taste it on my tongue. I tore off a small piece of my own brownie. It was still a little warm from the oven, and the melted chocolate inside was gooey, sticking slightly to my fingertips.

My knees shook as I tried to sit with my legs pressed tightly together, squeezing my core. I felt uncomfortable—not only because of his stare, but down there. My pussy… it was throbbing. Wet. Clit hurting, burning like fire. Then I heard him chuckle darkly. “They’re aphrodisiac chocolates, sweetheart.” he said finally. My jaw dropped, the piece of chocolate slipping from my fingers to the floor. He walked closer, shoes clicking against the marble. “Considering how you taught my daughter to rebel against me…” His voice dipped lower. “You’re surprisingly inexperienced yourself.”

"Now get up!" I did and she got on the bed and waited. This wasn't what I wanted but I had no choice since I was just a slave. I got on the bed with her and my dropped kisses on her neck. Trailed it down to her breasts then took a nipple in my mouth, and sucked. She seemed to like that because she moved and moaned. Then I used a finger from my good hand to play with her other nipple. This was the foreplay I could come up with. And I continued until I was able to make her release.

Show me. She unwrapped the dessert carefully, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the space. Placing it on a nearby counter, she scooped a small portion onto a spoon, her movements deliberate. As she offered it to him, their fingers brushed—slow, teasing, the contact sending a warm spark up her arm. She didn't pull back immediately, and neither did he. His touch lingered, rough from the day's work, contrasting the smoothness of her skin.

He pulled his fingers from the bowl and they dripped with dark, melted chocolate. She watched with no small amount of trepidation as he circled one of her nipples with the chocolate. She closed her eyes as the warm, thick liquid caused her nipple to pucker and her stomach to flutter. He continued to draw on her with the warm chocolate. He did a figure-eight around her breasts and then dragged his fingers down the center of her stomach, ending at her belly button. He dipped his fingers again and then traced her lips with the concoction. She couldn’t help but lick at the chocolate and the bitterest flavor of dark chocolate and raspberries burst across her tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes

His hand moved and molded according to my own , it felt so good – it gave me a sensation of comfort. Slowly but surely his hands made it to the end of my own , in one sleek movement – the chocolate was gently snatched from my hand. I wanted to protest but the closeness between us – or rather the lack of closeness between us – has paralyzed my entire body , and affected my ability to think. I feel his other hand snake around my waist – I feel a pleasurable burn that stays there long after he had removed it. His both arms around me , but he does not hold me. His hands are busy working in front of him , as he fiddles with chocolate wrapping.