Mr. Clarke - COMPLETE

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V I N C E N T

Make fucking dinner.

I scoff, taking out some pots and pans to start boiling some water.

I don't make dinner for people. Let alone for my submissive. I invite them over, we play, I give aftercare and then they leave. It's easy and simple, but noooo I have to make fucking dinner for this eighteen year old brat.

Why was this a good idea again? Because I couldn't get her out of my head and just sex is the only thing I do.

I scoff again at myself and start taking out some spices and sauce. I hear my phone beep and I pull it out to see that it's her texting me.

Nina: I'll be there in thirty minutes. Oh! And I like spaghetti :)

I laugh dryly at that and go to put my phone away.

"Yeah, I'm not making you fucking spaghetti."

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"What's your mom's spaghetti recipe?" I ask Damien through speaker as I'm putting pasta in the now boiling water.

"Fuck if I know, how about you call and ask her yourself." He tells me.

I roll my eyes and go to start cutting up some tomatoes and onions. "Because she's your mom and I know that she will answer you in point two fucking seconds and I need this done in like ten minutes." I say annoyed.

It's been fifteen minutes since Nina texted me and I just now started making the damn spaghetti. I should just call in for take out but now I'm determined to make this shit.

Damien chuckles and says, "Damn, cousin. Got a hot date that I don't know about?"

I finish cutting up the tomatoes and onions and place them in the pan that already has garlic in it.

"Not even close. I have a new submissive and she wants me to make her fucking spaghetti." I say, tone laced with annoyance. As I was putting the stuff in the pan, some of the hot grease gets on my arm and I hiss in pain then start cursing like a fucking sailor because this is bullshit.

"Wait, you're making your submissive food?" It's silent for a moment before he starts laughing through the phone.

"I swear I will fucking hang up on you, Damien." Actually that doesn't sound like a bad idea. "I'm hanging up." I grab my phone to click the end call but he stops me.

"Wait! wait, I'm sorry man. I just never thought that you would ever make dinner for someone. Let alone a fucking submissive." Another pause before he speaks again, "Is she hot?"

Painfully hot with the brattiest personality. I wanted to say, but instead I just go with. "She's just like all the other ones before her."

"Well alright man, I just sent you the recipe." Thank fuck. I pull up the recipe and start going through the steps of what to do. I now have ten minutes until she gets here.

"So what's her name? Where'd you meet her? Is she great in bed?"

"None of your business." I say immediately after. Pouring the sauce in with the tomatoes and other shit.