10: Breaking up with telepathy.

Miss Zenith, the boss will see you now.

I look from the white wall I was staring blankly at. Oh, thank you.

If you would follow me now, I notice she is bare feet. Well, that is odd.

I am pregnant with twins and my shoes are too uncomfortable, I hope you understand.

Sure, of course.

She Held a glass door open for me. He is expecting you. Word of advice don't tell him "it can't be done"

Thank you.

I step into a spacious office with Thick black drapes pulled shut. And the only furniture here was a long black sofa. I do not see him anywhere.

You must be Zenith a voice from behind me says. I jump in fright. Didn't mean to scare you, he says with a chuckle.

Let's get to it, shall we? He gestures to the Sofa and I sit on it.

Wow, this sofa is soft and bouncy. I adjust my skirt but the flap at the slit refuses to co-operate.

I was told you were the best in the business, so here you are. I nod and take out my notepad. My grandmother is turning 83 tomorrow and I want a cake that will say I love you Mon mon. Pen poised and ready to write.

I want a two-step cake with a disco ball that is a cake at the top, I also want Six 4 Step cakes with disco balls. Then I want them arranged together on a platform. The 2 step cake is in the middle and the other four surround it. The cake in the middle should have rainbow patterns, inside out. For the other cakes surprise me with your creativity. 1000 decorated cupcakes with 5000 brownies.

He pauses for breath to meet my stunned expression. A frown forms on his face as he continues and I want them sent to the charlatan hotel and suites before 9 pm this night.

The pen drops from my grasp. Mr Peterson, the order you are making is huge and getting it ready before 9 pm tonight is frankly impossible for my cafe. I am sorry but I can't do it. Please ask someone else.

What, did you say?

I said I can't do it.

Tell me what it will cost me and you shall have it. He scoots closer to whisper in my ear. Anything at all.

Mr Peterson, I already told you I can't handle such an order.

Yes, you can and more. His whispers cause goose flesh to rise on my arms and my breathing turns heavy. His hands find their way to the exposed skin of my thighs, stroking it, He delves deeper. Caressing my mound through the fabric covering it.

You were saying.

mmm, Mr Peterson i...

He presses a little harder and I gasp. Adjusting my panties to the side, he grazes my hot nub. Like a woman electrocuted I jump from the sofa. I have to get going. He is in front of me, blocking my path.

Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you.

You do not need to. I have to be going.

Pak

He is on his knees before me, holding my waist with one hand and lifting my skirt up. Looking up at me as he pulls my panties to the side. Anything at all. Without breaking eye contact, he licks me.

Ahhh. I throw my head back and moan.

He lifts one of my legs and places it on his shoulder. Then he focuses on my exposed vagina. Eating me out slowly.

Mmmhmm

Somehow I find myself on the sofa, legs up and spread. And his tongue, oh his tongue is darting back and forth at a quick pace.

Mmm yes

ahh. just like that. just like that...

I am a moaning wet mess, yet he won't stop...

Oh fuck I am going to come.

You are.

Yes, I place my hand on his head to put him back where he was, but he won't budge. I look at him frustrated only to find

Ian!!

Looking up back at me.

You said you were going to come.

Thunderclap.

Rain pattering on the window. I look from the window to see I am in a room with stone walls. There were candles placed around and I was chained both hands together on a wall.

You were saying?

I turn to see Ian naked with his dick in his hand.

You want me. Hmm

Next time you won't be bad. because Bad girls don't get to taste.

Then he tossed his head back with a groan. Ropes of cum flying out of his dick

uhhhh

uhhhh

uhhhh

He shakes his dick a few more times before stalking over to me. When he gets to me... He starts to lick my face, Long wet slobbery licks.

What are you...

I wake up to Sean's dog Molly excitedly licking my face.

Ahh, Molly. Not the face, I push her aside but she keeps doing the happy to see you excited dog move.

And I wonder why beds were constructed in the first place.

Of course, Sean won't be far away from Molly. I open my eyes to see that the orientation of my room had changed. Why is so weird?

Oh... Oh... I had fallen asleep on the floor. Oh...

I roll to the side.

I must have fallen asleep on the floor yesterday while trying to practice. Come over here and give me a hand, would you?

He crosses over to me and helps me up.

My, you look terrible in the morning.

I give him a death glare. I don't look like this every morning. I have just been sleep deprived that's all.

Why do you keep trying hard at this gift? When you could channel this energy and time into finding your real gifts.

Oh trust me, I am done with telepathy as of today. All I want to do is climb into my bed and sleep forever.

Lol, sleeping beauty. You need a kiss to wake you up later. Molly here will gladly volunteer.

Arff, Molly excitedly wags her tail and spins around as she hears her name.

I swear that dog of yours is always excited. She is more positive than all the positivity gurus combined.

He throws back his head and laughs, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. This is why I like hanging around you. Your sense of humour is refreshing.

Zenith

Hmm

Am I turning you on?

I give him a blank look

Because I can smell your wet flesh from a mile away.

Ahh! How did you? He points at his nose and I toss a pillow at him. How can you be so vulgar? Ack. you could have at least used better words.

Oh, I am sorry Zenith, I can smell your arousal. is that better?

Atchh... I hate you. Storming off to my bathroom as I bang the door shut.

Love you too. He calls after me.

Sean is one of those lucky bastards with 3 gifts. Increased sense of smell and hearing. As for The third one I don't know yet, he says he will surprise me with it someday.

Everyone in the fold is really nice and there is a feeling of connection I feel here that has helped me settle down so easily. it feels like home.

Shaking my head, I pull off my sweater and shorts. Look at all that wetness. These sex dreams seemed to have increased in frequency and intensity since I was brought here. Before here, I had only had 1 or 2 dreams. Now I can't count how often I have them And they always have 1 thing in common.

Ian.

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I should have left a long time ago but like a fool, I am standing in her room and listening to her in the bathroom. I hear her clothes whispering as she pulls them off her body and her muttered curse.

I adjust my erection which doesn't seem to want to go down.

Most times. I come around Zenith, she always smells aroused especially in the mornings, In fact, she always smells that way in the mornings. But she doesn't look horny, if I didn't have this gift, I won't be able to tell at all.

I tried to keep this a secret because I didn't want to ruin our friendship by asking her about it. But the smell is frankly intoxicating and I couldn't help but ask. Good thing, she doesn't seem so upset.

I take in a deep breath as inhale a renewed smell of arousal and it goes straight to my cock. Why is... I use my listening gift...

Oh my...

Is Zenith masturbating?

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi there amazing reader 😉. I am here to pop a quick challenge to bakers or pastries chef. Can you fulfill Mr Peterson's request in reality? With the time pressure or without it. I would love to see your creations. Tag this book with pictures or videos of your work. I will give shoutouts to those who do in the book.

Remember, Mr Peterson will do anything, anything if you can fulfill his request.

Kisses,

SIR JEN.