Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 5| Lunch

Rich And Rare: Episode 5

Lunch

Rex was in the kitchen cooking. There were metallic clangs and bangs, the clinking of silverware clashing against silverware. Romy heard him running the water to wipe down the counters and sink, his voice humming a tune as he cleaned. He always cleaned the kitchen before throwing down, something she respected very much. Rex believed in spending as much time on preparation as he spent on the stove.

Inside the bedroom, Romy lay on her side, the sheets draped loosely over her naked and spent body. Her entire being felt completely soothed. In stillness, she was overwhelmed with residual pleasure. Between her thighs, she was still a little sticky, even though it had been at least an hour. The sounds of Rex moving around the kitchen were a light soundtrack to her processing.

She slid her hand down her ribcage until it settled in the dip just before her hips. Her palm fanned out over her left cheek, snaking it underneath the seam of the sheets. The flesh was still considerably warm. No one had ever taken an entire hour to spank her before. She was soft, swollen, red, tender. Too tender to lay on her back, too tender to get up and move around just yet. As she and Rex had come down together, he’d carefully held her close to his chest, kissing her forehead and promising to bring her an ice pack she could hold onto while he made them both lunch.

His scent is what came first, then the slight depression in the bed where he’d leaned over Romy, sending a trail of warm soft kisses across her neck and shoulders. Something cool and wet to the touch grazed the warm skin of her lower back.

“Lift up the sheet, baby.” He spoke into her ear. She squirmed a little and pulled the sheets down, kicking them to her ankles. Her naked ass glowed warm and red before Rex. The ice pack was wrapped tightly in a soft white terry dishcloth. It looked brand new, there was red decorative stitching along the edges. The corners were tight and hard. It was dry, cool and soothing. He held it close to her throbbing cheeks and reached for her hand, folding it underneath his as he soothed the fire. She giggled at the gentle manner with which he took his time, ensuring her comfort.

“Love that little giggle.” He smiled and planted another kiss on her neck before lifting off the bed. He winked at her from the doorway, “Lunch should be about half an hour, kitty.”

Romy nodded weakly, flashing a lazy smile and watched Rex disappear from the doorway, speeding back to the kitchen humming.

“Do you want it spicy?” he called from the kitchen.

“Always!” she shouted back.

She squeezed the ice pack between her palm. The smallest stream of ice cool water leaked out from a corner, running down the curves of her supple and blushed skin. A soft moan escaped from her body at the clashing of temperatures; she sighed.

Flashes of the mid-morning played behind her eyelids.

Rex’s face was solid and stern as he held Romy’s petite body across his lap. Her clothing had been gently and carefully removed a solid hour before spreading her thin, Her nipples rolling across his jeans. He knew she was wet without touching her, and he had to restrain her a few times before starting, because she kept wiggling, arching her back and bucking her hips, trying to grind.

“Keep doing that, and you’re going to get a real punishment, young lady.” He warned, pinching once for dramatic effect. Romy stopped squirming and took a deep breath. “Ready now?”