Chapter 3 | Zoe

Chapter 3

Zoe

Finally, it's time to close the bakery to customers. I clean the tables for the last time and put away the trays. Now, I can finally take a rest. I head to a chair, but Stodax shows up first and he pulls out a chair for me. I let out a breath as I sit. It has been a long but fruitful day. I can't be happier here.

I massage my legs, hoping they will be ready for tomorrow. I should have gotten used to this, but not really. I guess this is part of keeping the motivation going.

Stodax is a step away, watching me with folded arms.

I glance at him. "Aren't you tired? Pull out a chair."

"I thought you were to decorate this place or teach me log cake or something like that. Christmas stuff, huh?"

"Right!" I stand and stretch my arms. "Let's get going."

His gaze seems to linger on my body for a split second, but maybe I'm overthinking it. He looks away soon enough, staring at the baking room as if he is going to get fired or something.

I poke his shoulder. "Look, do you remember what I told you on the first day you started working here?"

"I have to be in a good mood to make nice food for customers."

"Yes. How about you put a smile on that handsome face?"

He turns around and stares at me. My heart skips a beat. I do mean to cheer him up, but maybe he's thinking about something else. I huff. "Hey, I'm telling you what we need for the bakery to keep working and profiting, okay? Otherwise, you'll have to find another job."

He muses for another second before he moves his legs. "I know. I'll have my business face on."

Apparently, for him, it's a stone face. I shrug. "Just try your best, okay?"

He nods. "Sure, boss."

I watch his back as I head to the baking room with him. Somehow, he remains a mystery.

I take out the recipe, which I printed a while ago. It can never be too early to prepare for Christmas. "Look, here's what we'll be making."

He takes the piece of paper. "So, it's a cake."

"Yes, it may vary from planet to planet, but here, we do it like a version of egg rolls. You should pay attention to the different toppings." I pull the ingredients. I don't need the sheet of paper to remind me of what we need. "It's just for the month, or say, the two weeks and a bit."

"We'll be making these in place of egg rolls."

"Not exactly. I don't expect to sell a lot of these when we're still early in the month, but as the day gets closer, we'll prepare more. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we'll pretty much be making different types of Christmas cakes the whole day. Depending on the year, we may have to put off the other items."

He doesn't seem excited at all.

I ignore him and start with the ingredients. "It's not too complicated." I do the demonstration while he seems to be dangerously close to me. Not that he'll hurt me, but I can almost feel his heat and that's... tempting.

I take a breath to calm myself, but it isn't helping. I've thought about getting a hug from him. He has strong arms, which may make it good, but at the same time, he's such a grumpy one who doesn't seem to be interested in hugging anyone.

"So, this is how you do it. Make sure the chocolate powder is the right—" I flinch when something touches my ass. I spin around to him...

Well, he's on the other side of the kitchen, checking out the cream in the fridge, so...

Apparently, it's a loose sheet of paper falling off and scraping by my side.

He lifts his brows as he comes back with cream. "The chocolate what?"

A surge of heat reaches my cheek, which I hope he won't see. "Like, the amount, and..."

He comes closer to peek at the piece of paper with the ingredients that's by my side. He's so close that... My heart hammers hard in my chest, so much so I can't make out the words.

"Boss, what's up? You seem to be anxious about something."

"Nothing. I..."

He tilts his head to the side. "Are you sick? Your face's red."

I shrug. Now that's embarrassing. "Maybe it's hot here."

"But the ovens are off." He looks around and doesn't seem to be convinced. "The air conditioning is still going too, so..."

"This isn't the time to figure that out. I'm fine, so you should focus on making a log cake."

He watches my face. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"Yes." Can he shut up already? He's making me feel weird things in my stomach.

He leans even closer. "I think I can help you."

"Huh?" There's no way he... "I'm your boss."

He blinks. "Yeah, and?" He lifts my chin to meet his eyes with mine. "Are you anxious about me?"

I swallow with my throat burning. I can't say I've never imagined things with him, but...

His heated breath lands on my lips. He is mere inches from me. "You can want me."

"Maybe you're the one who wants me."

Is he the type who flirts? I've never imagined that.

"Yes."

Oh... I wasn't expecting this kind of honesty. "And..."

"Are you going to let this happen?" His hand finds its way to my waist. "If you don't want this, it's okay. I still want my job."

I put my hand on his chest, but I'm too weak to push him away, not to mention I may not want to do that. "If you don't have to worry about getting fired..."

"And don't have to worry that you may not want this..."

"Yes, don't overthink it. What if I want that?" Am I telling that to myself?

He grabs me and puts me on the kitchen island. "Are you sure about that?" He licks his lips. "I'm surely not refusing that."

I reach for the huge bulge in his pants. He is massive. "Go ahead. Impress me."

"Things I can do to you..."

My heart races as I fondle with his belt. My hand is shaking too much.

He does it himself and fishes out his huge cock. His cock is blue like the rest of his body, looking ready to devour me. He strokes his cock, and the thing twitches and seeming grows even larger. "Let me get you ready."

I don't even see how he manages it, but he strips my trousers off quickly enough, rubbing my pussy in no time. "Stodax..."

"When you walk around with these red clothes, you're asking for trouble."

"Are you the trouble?"

He grunts, letting out something like a roar. "Makes it hard to control myself. But I'm glad I don't have to."

"Oh, be a monster for me."

His fingers pick up speed, fondling my insides. I'm so wet, so needy for something to fill me up. Except his huge cock is going to more than fill me up.

He aims his tip at my entrance, pushing in. I gasp as he stretches me for himself. His cock is so thick that...

I yelp when something strikes my pussy. It tickles with mild pain, which only makes my pussy contract harder. "What's that?"

"This?"

I shudder when a surge of spark passes through me again. It comes cold at first, but there are tingles all through my pussy. It can't be his cock, right? "Shit! What's that?"

He snaps his fingers. There's a faint white glow between them. "This?"

I blink. Am I seeing things?

He does it again, and the spark seems stronger.

I ask, "What's that?"

"Spark of joy, I suppose."

I roll my eyes. "Come on... Ouch!" I yelp when the spark comes again at my pussy, making my legs weak. "A ricod thing?"

"Yes." He thrusts in deeper. "You're going to like this so much."

I moan when an electric spark goes through my body, except this time, it really is a spark. His cock goes to the deepest spot inside me, and he starts hammering at me. My body has no problem taking that huge thing, which I don't understand. The pulses and pulses of spark go through me, almost knocking me out with the pleasure.

He holds onto my waist, going hard and fast with me. "Fuck... You're so tight."

I moan and arch the mere inches that I can manage. "Fuck... An electric-spark-generating cock, huh?"

He lets out a low growl. "Yes, you have good taste."

He nudges my waist. "Come here, flip over."

I yelp when he drives his cock even deeper into me after he has me flipped and bent over. "Fuck! You're crazy."

"Are you enjoying this or not?"

"Yes... Fuck me harder."

"Good."

He grabs my boobs, driving his cock deep into me. The electric sparks from his cock roast me from the inside. I've never had something like this before. I gasp as my pussy sucks him harder, milking more pleasure out of him. Maybe it is static, I can't move much. My limbs are all pretty much locked up. Maybe this is the original use of his electrical sparks, to hunt and keep the prey down.

Except I'm his prey.

He squeezes my boobs and kisses the back of my neck. "Boss, you should have let me do this long ago."

"Mm... Keep going."

"Sure."

My body twitches when a surge of pleasure hits me. His thick cock isn't stopping. He goes so hard at me that it feels like the kitchen island is shaking. I'm exploding in orgasms and his cock still gives the shockwaves, which...

"Fuck!" My body jolts when another wave of pleasure strikes. I can't figure out whether it's my orgasm or his spark anymore. "Stodax..."

He laughs and nibbles on my earlobe. "Good." He lets out a hot breath at my ear. "Let me come inside you. I'm going to fill you up and you'll love this."

I gasp when my pussy squeezes him even harder. "Do it." I must be crazy, and this must be his fault.

He shoves his cock deep into me, releasing his hot cum. I flinch when another orgasm comes. His cock twitches, still having more to give. "You're perfect."

I fight to keep breathing. This is a bit too much. Maybe it has to do with how I've been busy since I started this bakery, so much so that I don't even have the time to think about dating or hooking up with someone. My body is a bit too sensitive and it's almost embarrassing.

He lets out a soft growl before he pulls out of me. I remain on the kitchen island, letting its cool surface tease me. "Boss..."

"Yeah?" I shiver at his words. Did I do the wrong thing? But this feels good, so it can't be that bad, right?

He sets a glass of water by my face. "Here, drink something."

"Come on, do you think I'm exhausted that easily?" That being said, I pick up the glass and take a big gulp of water. "You've been wanting this."

"I do. But you want this too." His cock is still hanging out, still half-hard. "Trust me. I would have never done something like that."

"Are you blaming me?"

"No." He looks away from me. It doesn't take long before his soft smile falls off his face. I don't see his smile a lot, if ever. He has been the grumpy one. I don't mind if he enjoys this and smiles because he got things his way. I had fun too, which makes us equal.

He seems to be deep in his thoughts, so I wait for him to say or do something.

Silence falls in the kitchen. There's only the low humming noises from the engines and the air conditioning. I wonder what's in his head. Is he regretting this?

My pussy contracts as if reminding me of his cum inside me. It may not be the best idea, but it can't be the worst either.

He turns to me. "So, are we still doing log cake? Or are we calling it a day after I filled you up with cream?"

My cheeks burn again. "You just want to be a tease."

He seems to still be thinking about something. Knowing him, he's not going to tell me. For how our relationship has been, I'm not asking him, just so he won't feel like he has to tell me. I suppose we're boss and employee, not friends, so he doesn't have to tell me everything.

He seems to feel my gaze and that's getting uncomfortable for him. He clears his throat. "There's still time before it is Christmas."

I shrug. "It's okay. I'll send you a few photos. You'll figure it out with the recipe anyway."

He nods and gets dressed again. I put on my trousers, too. This feels weird, and I'm not sure what to do. Maybe it's not a good idea when he and I have done nothing other than work with each other for a short while, not even chatting a lot.

He says, "I'll do the washing up."

"Okay, I'll put the key on the counter." Maybe I'm tired from the sex, too.

I check myself, making sure I look presentable before I head out. After both of us take a rest, everything should return to normal the next day.