Harem app

Third person POV

Liam had spent what felt like an eternity in the kitchen with Liza, forced to try the same recipe again and again under her exacting instruction.

But the true test wasn’t the cooking; it was the chef. Liza was a vision of delicious temptation, dressed only in a pair of impossibly tight shorts that hugged the perfect curve of her ass and a simple black shirt with a deep cleavage.

Every small movement was a provocation. When she leaned over the counter to correct his grip on a knife, the lush weight of her breasts strained against the thin fabric, threatening to spill free.

They bounced with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm as she whisked, her huge tits practically begged Liam to abandon all pretense of learning and simply take them in his hands. Resisting the urge to claim her was a torture far greater than any burnt sauce.

To make his agony complete, Liza seemed to be a master of accidental seduction. Petite and curvy, her spectacular breasts were perpetually at his eye level.

And she had a maddening habit of positioning herself so that the shadowy valley of her cleavage was perfectly aligned with his gaze, giving him an unobstructed view of the delicate black lace bra that cupped her bounty.

His predicament was made infinitely worse by his forced celibacy. After weeks of deprivation, a deep, restless hunger coiled tightly within him, a stark contrast to the constant sex he was used to.

Noticing his rigid posture and the dark heat in his eyes, Liza finally paused. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips. She deliberately set down her whisk and turned to face him fully, leaning back against the opposite counter.

”You seem... distracted, chef,” she purred, the title a soft taunt. Her eyes flickered down, noting the prominent strain against the front of his trousers, and her smile widened. ”Is the heat of the stove too much for you?”

Liam’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble, thick with barely restrained desire. ”You have no idea.”

”Oh, I think I do,” she murmured, pushing herself off the counter. She took two slow, deliberate steps toward him, closing the distance until only a breath separated them.

Because of her small stature, she pressed her huge boobs against his abdomen, almost touching his hard dick.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her gaze dropping to his mouth. ”Maybe we should turn off the stove,” she suggested, her voice a husky whisper. ”Some things are best served... raw.”

That was all the permission he needed.

With a guttural sound that was more animal than man, Liam’s hands moved. One slid into the silken hair at the nape of her neck, angling her face up to his.

The other, as if drawn by a magnetic force, came up to palm the full, heavy weight of her sexy breast. A shuddering gasp escaped her as his thumb swept over the taut peak of her nipple through the lace, the sensation so acute it was almost painful.

Then his mouth was on hers.

He liberated all of his pent-up lust on that kiss. Liza melted against him, a soft, whimpering moan vibrating from her throat into his.

The combination was devastating. The deep kiss and his big hand on her breast sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her knees buckled, a warm, liquid heat pooling low in her belly, threatening to unravel her completely.

She was teetering on the very edge, seconds from crying out her release right there in the kitchen.

But just as the first tremor of her climax began to build, a sliver of professional duty pierced the fog of her desire. With a Herculean effort, she tore her mouth from his, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants.

”Liam... wait,” she breathed, her voice trembling. Her hands, which had been clutching him, now pressed firmly against his body.

He groaned in protest, his hips instinctively pushing forward, his hard length pressing against the softness of her stomach. The contact was exquisite torture for them both.

”Sorry, I’m not allowed to do anything more than teach you. This... this was already crossing a line.”

The fire in Liam’s eyes flickered, replaced by a dawning, agonizing realization that he would need to hold his desires again.

Liza saw the battle on his face, the tension in his jaw, and a flicker of genuine sympathy crossed her features, though it did nothing to cool the heat in her own veins. She took a final, steadying breath and gestured weakly toward the abandoned bowl of ingredients.

”Now,” she said, her voice still husky but firm with a resolve she didn’t entirely feel. ”Where were we? I believe you were about to master the emulsion.”

〇〇〇

After agonizing hours of training, Liam finally placed the finished plate before Lee Hua with a stiff bow, his mind still miles away, trapped against a kitchen counter.

Lee Hua took a deliberate bite, her expression unreadable.

She chewed slowly, her sharp eyes studying the storm of frustration and desire on Liam’s face. A slow, feline smile spread across her lips.

Even with the blue balls, Liam had learned well with Liza and done an incredible job. One thing Lee Hua had noticed in her days with Liam was how talented he was at everything. He always learned how to do his tasks perfectly.

”You are really incredible,” she murmured while taking another bite. ”And as promised, it is time for your reward.”

Liam’s head snapped up, a spark re-igniting in his gaze.

”I have teased you mercilessly, I know,” she continued, rising from her chair and circling him like a prized possession. ”The anticipation is part of the flavor, don’t you think? But there will be one last tease. The best one.”

Before he could respond, a soft silk blindfold was tied over his eyes, plunging his world into darkness. His other senses roared to life.

He heard the whisper of Lee Hua’s gown, felt her hand take his, guiding him out of the kitchen. He was led through silent halls, the plush carpet giving way to cool marble, then back to carpet again.

A door clicked open, and the air changed; it was warmer, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, and filled with the soft sound of breathing.

He was positioned in the center of the room and left standing alone. Then, the touches began.

Feather-light caresses traced the lines of his arms. Slim, soft hands smoothed over his shoulders. Fingers tangled in his hair from behind.

He felt the whisper-soft brush of silk and bare skin against his back, his chest. It was a symphony of anonymous pleasure, a cascade of sensations from multiple women, all moving around him in a silent, erotic dance.

Then a body pressed against his front, softer, shorter than the others. Hands came up to frame his face. And then, a mouth captured him.

The kiss was great and somehow familiar. The shape of the lips, the way the tongue explored his mouth, the slight pressure of teeth on his lower lip...

The anonymous hands still caressed him, but his entire world narrowed to that single, shocking kiss.

He pulled back a fraction, his voice a hoarse, disbelieving whisper in the perfumed dark.

”...Lilith?” He asked, but it should be impossible for her to be there.