… solipsubmissive …

elise closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.  ”Mmm … cucumbers,” she breathed.  She could hear the knife slicing cleanly through the skin, the wet slice clinging to the cold steel as it passed through.  She slipped her arms around his waist, stood on tiptoe and peeked over his shoulder as he worked.  ”Thinner,” she instructed.  ”Paper thin.”

He stopped.  ”You should be doing this.  Not me.”

She shook her head, her long hair tickling his elbow.  ”I like watching you cut … things.”  She shivered a little, then reached out and snuck a slice of the pale green vegetable, playfully draping it across the back of the hand holding the knife.  When he didn’t react, she ducked under his arm, picked it up with her teeth and pulled it into her mouth, then hopped up on the counter next to the cutting board, chewing the flavorful tidbit.

He began slicing again.

“Did you ever notice how cucumber even tastes pale?”  elise swung her legs back and forth, still watching the knife, her tone conversational and light.

“No.”

elise, unconcerned with his short, terse response, reached over to steal another slice.  He smacked her sharply on the back of her wrist.  Laughing, she snatched her hand back and rubbed the offended area.  ”What are you making?”

“Slices of cucumber.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.  He glanced pointedly at her leg, which was in the way of his elbow.  She ignored the look for a moment, then pulled both legs up on the counter and sat cross-legged.  One of the straps of her sundress slipped down her shoulder.  ”Know what I want to do with it?”

He made an effort to stifle his reaction to the sudden husky timbre of her voice, and remained silent.

elise leaned forward.  ”i want you to slice them thinner.  Paper thin.  So that i can wrap your cock in them.”  She slipped a hand across his abdomen and down the front of his jeans.  His cock was hard against her palm.  ”Would you let me do that, love?  i could apply them, one by one, until i’ve covered your entire cock with the cool, wet circles … and then suck them off.”  She smiled and made a little purring sound.  ”Or i could cover you with them, close my fingers around you, and slide them up into my open, waiting, mouth.”

He had stopped slicing.  elise looked up at him and found his eyes with hers.  They smoldered at her, and she couldn’t tell if it was a look of desire … or warning.  ”i’m hungry, Sir,” she murmured.

He moved then, so quickly she hadn’t even time to gasp.  The hand holding the knife found its way to her temple, his wet fingers sliding into her hair, catching and pulling the springy curls in the process.  She could smell the steel of the blade, feel the chill of it, pressed against her temple.  An errant drop of juice from the cucumber trailed down the handle and dropped onto her chest.  At that, she did gasp.

And then all thought fled.  She fumbled with the closure of his jeans, her fingers dancing nimbly through the buttons, then pushing them down so they fell heavily around his ankles.  His free hand snaked around her waist, tugged her to the edge of the counter.  She spread her legs wide, then cried out as he impaled her on his cock in one sure thrust.

He fucked her, hard and furiously, and she fucked back at him with all the ferocity he’d ever taught her.  Her hands dropped to the counter, scrambling to find purchase, to give her the leverage she needed to spread herself wider, to balance on the very edge of the counter so that he could thrust bruisingly deeper.  Her right hand landed on the pile of sliced cucumber, curled into a fist and crushed the delicate slices between her fingers.

“More,” she begged, and he discarded the knife to grasp her by the waist, pulling her harder and faster onto his cock, their bodies slapping together audibly, until she cried out and convulsed around him, her head thrown back, her mouth open on a silent scream.  Before she’d even come down from her orgasm, he pulled her off the counter and forced her to her knees before him.  ”Open,” he commanded, and she did without hesitation, her hand, covered in cucumber, wrapping around the base of his cock, then stroking swiftly upward to meet her lips as they closed around the plum-colored head.  He shouted her name and erupted into her mouth, bathing her tongue with his seed in spurts of pleasure, which she swallowed gratefully, her eyes fixed on his beloved face.

Breathing hard, he swept the counter with rueful eyes.  ”You’ve made quite a mess, slut.”

elise bit her lip.  ”i was hungry,” she murmured.