Time To Cook

Katie immediately decided to go to Paul. Internally she knew that she couldn't continue with Paul, she wasn't necessarily interested in being watched or anything. She wanted a clean and pure relationship with Travis. Which is why she decided that she'd stand firm, and tell Travis she wasn't going to do anything if Paul was watching. Starting from this instant, but she needed to make Paul understand that. So she went to him.

Knocking on the door, Paul heard the knock and hurriedly went to open. She saw Katie standing there and smiled.

" Hey what's up?" He asked in a kind tone, he still loved Katie, maybe even more now that he turned into a cuck.

" I think we should stop whatever we're doing from now on. You and I aren't in a relationship anymore, therefore I shouldn't even be here without my boyfriend. So from now on, Paul you will not be watching us during our love making. But since it turns you on so much, you can listen. I'll see you then" She said then walked away, leaving Paul standing there in shock.

' I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later, didn't know it'd happen this soon. ' he thought as he looked down sadly.

He closed the door and locked it, Paul went and sat on his bed and as he stared at the ceiling. Thinking about his time with Katie. These memories were ones he treasured a lot, maybe even more then his time with his father from time to time.

' I am sad, but at least I get to listen'

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Travis sat down on the bed and stared at his phone screen. He was looking for a nice choker for his slaves. Something that men would see and know that these were his women. He found a site that allowed him to design one so he did so quickly then ordered a whole box of them. He then laid his phone on the bed and got off , walking towards the kitchen area for a drink.

"Alright, now I'll just have to wait and see," Travis thought, sitting back.

*Drururrur*

His phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He hurriedly grabbed it, curious to see who was calling. The name on the screen made him raise an eyebrow—it was Aria. Without hesitation, he answered.

"Hey," he said, his tone casual.

"Travis, hi! It's been a while, hasn't it? What have you been up to?" she asked, her voice cheerful.

"Oh, nothing much. Just hanging around. What about you? What made you call me on a Sunday?" he responded.

"Well, I need your help with something," she said, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I'll come pick you up, and I'll give you the details when I arrive. You're not busy, are you?"

Travis thought for a second, glancing around the empty void that had become his current reality.

"Not at all," he replied, a small grin forming. "I'll be ready when you get here.

"Good, I'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks, by the way," she said before hanging up.

Travis chuckled to himself as he put the phone down. With a smirk, he headed toward the bathroom, ready to take a quick shower. As he turned on the water, the sound of rushing water filled the space, giving him a brief moment to think.

' I hope I the kink I'm going to give her is going to make things fun. ' he thought.

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Travis was now standing outside the gates waiting for Aria. He took out his phone and checked out an erotic novel just to get more information about stuff. He's been doing this for quite a while hoping that it would turn into a skill.

While reading Travis heard a ding in his mind making him smile. This meant he had gotten a new skill.

[ New Skill

Sex Guru - A skill that gives you knowledge on the opposite sex. ]

SKILLS]

• Edger - Level - 6

• Pussy Eater - 3

• Martial arts - 3

•Magical Hands : 2

• Sex Guru- 1

' Nice. I better stop reading before I get hard. 'He thought.

Aria pulled up and stopped right in front of Travis, who casually walked over and got into the car. As he settled in, he greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hi. How are you doing on this fine Sunday?" he asked, fastening his seatbelt and leaning back, his eyes shifting to the road ahead.

Aria sighed lightly before responding, pulling the car into motion. "I'm okay and all, but I need help with something in my apartment," she said, glancing over at him briefly.

Travis raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming. "Oh, so you called me for manual labor?"

"Kind of," she admitted with a small grin. "Don't worry, I'll make you something to eat when we're done."

Travis chuckled, then asked, "Where's your husband? Isn't he supposed to help you with stuff like that?"

Aria's expression shifted slightly as she replied, "He went to his parents' house for the weekend. He didn't invite me because, well, me and his mom aren't exactly close."

"Isn't that a little weird though? Grown man visiting his parents without his wife?" Travis questioned, curious about the situation.

She shrugged. "Oh, he's a mama's boy. Very sensitive too, but I kinda like that about him." Aria glanced at him and smiled before adding, "Anyway, let's drop the topic. How was your weekend?"

Hearing her say that, Travis couldn't help but smile. This gave him even more information about his maybe future victim. He now knew very well what kink he'd give him.

Travis leaned back, thinking for a moment before responding. " My weekend was great. I honestly enjoyed my time. I can't wait to go back actually. How was yours? " He replied.

Aria's expression shifted into a frown. "Can't say the same about mine. I was practically alone. Had to do everything myself, and I mean *everything*," she said, her voice carrying a hint of frustration.

Travis glanced over at her, sensing the weight behind her words but choosing not to press further. Instead, they continued talking as they drove towards her apartment, their conversation flowing naturally. They shared stories, laughed at memories, and even delved into more serious topics that they hadn't discussed before.

As the car moved through the city streets, the moments they shared felt genuine, almost deeper than either of them had anticipated. By the time they arrived at her apartment, the bond between them had grown stronger, their friendship solidified by the honesty and connection they had found during that short but meaningful car ride.

' Time to cook'

TO BE CONTINUED