Let Us Eat Cake
Let Us Eat Cake
ISBN #
978-1-78430-827-8
©Copyright Destiny Moon 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2015
Edited by Jamie D. Rose
Totally Bound Publishing
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Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing,
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Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Burning
and a
Sexometer
of
1.
LET US EAT CAKE
Destiny Moon
Busy and cynical Rachel could not have expected to run into her old school crush at the grocery store, much less imagined what he has in mind for her.
University undergrad Rachel Perkins has given up on dating. She’s busy with classes and a job. One night she goes out grocery shopping in the middle of the Michigan winter. At the store she runs into a guy with whom she had a brief romance in high school. It doesn’t take long for the old sparks to start flying again, and Rachel can’t decide what to do.
When she follows her heart to Jeff’s place, she learns that he seems quite different from her, particularly when it comes to desires—or is he? His revelation that he is into dominance both frightens and excites her. She has fantasized about being submissive under the right circumstances but never expected those circumstances to pan out. When Jeff offers her an opportunity to explore, she wants to take it.
However, when her own fears kick in, Rachel must grapple with her sexual identity. Does she have the power to give up control? Jeff is confident that he can give her what she needs, but that’s a tall order when she herself is unsure what that is.
Dedication
For B.
Trademarks Acknowledgment
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Reality Bites:
Universal Pictures
Cinderella
: Disney Enterprises Inc.
Mason jar: Ball Corporation
Shalini: Shalini Fashion
Betty Boop
: Fleischer Studios Inc.
Chapter One
It was a cold and dreary January evening and I didn’t want to leave the warm two-bedroom flat I shared with my roommate Savannah. If only I’d stocked the cupboards on my way home, but that would have been too sensible. I had to brave the elements to get everything I needed to make lentil soup—my student diet staple—then return home to my crock-pot and space heater. My roommate was lounging on the sofa, reading a textbook on the indigenous peoples of New Zealand, which I’d sold to her for a few bucks after I’d taken that particular anthropology course.
“Want anything from the store?” I asked, applying layers and layers. I had long johns beneath my jeans and about three different sweaters underneath my parka.
“How about cake?”
“Cake?”
“Yeah, like from the frozen section. Maybe chocolate,” she said, looking up. Our living room was cozy with just the reading lights on and she looked so comfortable in her sweatpants and slippers.
“You really want frozen cake in the middle of January?”
“Sure. Why not?”
I shook my head at her. I’d never understand how she could embrace the temperatures. In the Michigan winter, I was dreaming of tropical vacations and had cut out pictures of the sun to put up in my room, just so I’d remember that seemingly long lost concept called summer.
“See you in a little while,” I said and closed the door behind me. The chill burned my face as I marched through the snow-laden streets to the market.
* * * *
Blasted with heat upon entering the store, I hurried to take my scarf off and open my parka so I wouldn’t start sweating. Basket in hand, I picked out carrots, potatoes and onions for the soup, then went to the frozen foods section for cake.
Thinking about the essay I still needed to finish that night, I stood mesmerized in front of the cheesecakes and pies. I hadn’t been prepared for the vastness of the aisle, the magnitude of possibilities.
“What are you going to choose?”
Jolted back to reality, I looked toward the source of the question. It was Jeff from my old high school, sporting a friendly and confident smile. I hadn’t seen him in years and here he was, looking just as drool-worthy as he had back then.
“Huh?”
Get it together!
I hugged him, and tried to recover from my awkwardness. “Jeff!”
“Rachel,” he said. “What dessert are you going to choose? What’s your favorite?”
It was just like him to be so casual. It had been ages since we’d last seen each other. I was self-conscious that he’d caught me without any makeup or anything and he looked like he had come straight from a job downtown.
“Uh.” I tried my best to pull it together. I had not considered, even remotely, that I would see the big crush of my teen years while out dressed as the Abominable Snowman. “It’s for my roommate, actually.”
“What does she like?”
“She said to bring home some kind of frozen chocolate cake.”
“In January?”
I laughed. “That’s what I said. She’s crazy, right?”
“Sounds like it, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t even want to open the freezer door.”
“Smart of you. Besides, if you want a good chocolate cake, this is not the place. Follow me.”
Jeff turned on his heels and made his way out of the frozen aisle. Did he really expect me to follow him?
I quickly caught up. “Where are you taking me? How have you been?”
He stopped in the store’s bakery section.
“I’m well. I’m glad to see you,” he said. “Your friend is dead wrong about chocolate. The best cake is carrot and this one is surprisingly good.”
He reached for a packaged one and put it into my basket.
“Carrot is my favorite,” I said.
“Then you have good taste.”
“I don’t know if Savannah likes it, though.”
“Well, if she doesn’t, won’t that be a bonus for you?” His devious grin sparkled like he was picturing me purposely disregarding my roommate’s request so I could sneak cake into my room late at night.
“You’re bad,” I said.
“Very,” he agreed.
“Some things never change.”
“Oh yeah? What do you mean by that?”
Whoa. Did he really not remember?
“You and me. Senior year. The beach party?”
He smiled. “I haven’t forgotten. Do you still know all the lyrics to every Bob Dylan song ever recorded?”
“I do,” I said. But the sing-a-long was not what I was referring to. We made out all night. I wanted to go all the way but he stopped me since I’d been drinking, and he said he wasn’t the kind of guy who could take advantage. I always appreciated that intellectually, but I was so bummed he’d never asked me out. I found out shortly after the beach party that he went out with Chloe Sanderson and I was heartbroken.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, as though he could tell that my mind was elsewhere, piecing together the history of longing I had for him.
“Me?” I snapped back into the moment. “Why, I was thinking about cake, of course.”
“I’m thinking you should offer me a piece of this deliciousness.” The way he eyed me made me feel naked.
“You mean carrot cake?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to offer.”
I stared at him for a moment, trying to glean the meaning of his bold words.
“You’re
really
bad,” I said. “It’s a school night. I have a paper due tomorrow. I had no idea I’d be meeting…” A tall, dark and handsome ghost from my past.
“I’m an exceedingly bad influence,” he agreed. He took the lid off the cake I was holding and pierced the perfect frosting with his finger. Then he brought his cream cheese-laden forefinger to my mouth.
What could I do?
I took his digit into my mouth, right there beneath the florescent lights of the bakery section.
“How is it?”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, my taste buds in overload.
“I like that sound you’re making.” He grinned. “I want to hear more of that.”
“This icing is so good,” I said, trying to cling to what little innocence was left.
“You want more, don’t you?” he asked.
“More frosting?” I was confused.
“More everything,” he said. Then he plunged his finger into the cake again and pushed his way into my reluctant mouth. I didn’t want to be fed this way in public, but I couldn’t help it. My mouth was agape.
He filled it with creamy goodness and I moaned louder. I sucked on his finger, keeping it in my mouth longer than necessary for licking it clean.
“You have beautiful lips,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows and licked my lips. “Thank you.”
“I want to watch you eat more. I bet you look even sexier eating cake.”
“Maybe,” I said. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yeah, I would.”
There was a tingle deep inside me that told me sexy Jeff—whom I’d never gotten over—was my reward for venturing out into the cold, and for the entire last semester of hard work. It had been ages since I’d had any fun at all, let alone fun in the company of a guy. My long-term fellow and I had ended it—badly—almost a year earlier. Since then, my friends had started to call me cynical and I’d begun to think of myself as hopeless in the love department. I didn’t even trust guys enough to have simple hook-ups, like Savannah did. That seemed too emotionally unsatisfying. But Jeff…
“So what’s your deal now? Do you hang out at the store a lot?” I asked.