Don't Look Down (page 8)
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It was time to change the game, after so many false starts and not being able to reach climax, Justine was quick to suddenly go over the edge with a powerful orgasm that had been a long time in waiting.
“Ohh, oh my God!” she panted, as his tongue ran over his teeth and her body jolted with the continued presence of the vibration, “Gordonnn!”
He just kept moving it in and out of her, holding it deep inside and just focusing on her sensitive and now swollen and throbbing nub every so often. He was very good at using this thing and Justine arched her back, bucked her hips helplessly and cried out as she came again. Breathless, she was quick to realize that he wasn’t stopping again and simply continued on as before. Her thighs shook and she was soaked and hot between her legs, tied to the bed and unable to free herself. Gordon leaned down and hummed as he began to help the vibrator along by licking and suckling at her anywhere he could, intermittently using the toy and his tongue to pleasure her until she screamed into her third orgasm.
It seemed like only minutes, but he’d had her tied up for nearly four hours now and she was quickly reaching the end of her tolerance levels, exhaustion threatening to force her eyes to close and yet his constant attentions keeping her wide awake. Gordon slowly slipped the toy out of her, moving it aside and she felt relieved, believing it was over and closing her eyes to doze off. She then felt something gently, but firmly patting her face and she shifted and moaned in protest.
“Hey, hey come on.. “ Gordon urged her, “wake the fuck up!”
Justine startled at his commanding tone and looked straight into his pale blue eyes, shivering with the fierceness that glowed within them.
“What?” she asked softly.
“I want to watch you now,” Gordon told her stiffly, taking off only one of her bonds to set her right hand free. Justine blushed hotly when she figured out what he meant, but she’d never masturbated in front of anyone before, she wasn’t even really sure she could.
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. Gordon stared at her expectantly, further intimidating her into not really wanting to.
“Gordon, I’m uncomfortable,” she admitted honestly, but he wasn’t hearing her safe word, so he grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand down towards her snatch. Justine turned her head away from him and started to rub just a little between her legs, then he held her chin and made her look back around at him. He obviously wanted to watch her face too, which was now beet red and her hand had pulled away.
“No,” he spoke firmly and pushed it back down there, “keep going.. “
“I can’t!” she cried, “it’s humiliating!”
“Justine! Get fucking started!” he shouted at her, making her jump. She hesitated, unable to tell by his fired up expression if he was serious or just trying to sexually humiliate her in accordance to their agreed upon encounter.
“Gordon, I am feeling very unsafe right now,” she stated with her voice shaking and her eyes wide and pleading.
He leaned down close to her ear, growling that he didn’t give a damn and to just get on with it before he punished her for disobedience. She knew then that she was indeed quite safe, he was just adding some realism for her to make it more exciting and she felt validated by the insincere tone he purposefully used in his voice just now. Self consciously, she began to slowly stroke herself, awkwardly avoiding his intense gaze. Gordon let his eyes trail down to where the action was, humming softly and uttering gentle words of encouragement such as ‘yess’ and ‘just like that’ and ‘mmm, you know what I like’ - it made her feel hotter and she really started getting into it, his eyes closed and he breathed in deeply, her scent reaching him in no time at all as she got more and more excited. Justine started to moan and her eyes rolled in pleasure, whimpering as she took keen notice of his fully erect shaft standing to attention.
He brought his hand up to just lightly stroke the rigid, throbbing shaft and she moaned louder just watching him and fully appreciating the gesture. She knew that Gordon was somewhat shy, despite his reputation and ferocity, a lot of that was just a display and it was quite an effective one at that. He had just about everyone lazy enough not to do their homework believe that he was an asshole who shouted and degraded his workers, but really, if he was truly like that, he’d have nobody lining up to be hired at any of his restaurants.
“Gordon,” she whimpered his name and he breathed heavily, keeping his pace even as she began to buck and moan as she teased herself, her fingers were wet and dripping with her arousal juices and she licked her lips, noticing the precum glistening from his tip by now as he became more intently turned on by her show.
“Gordon, you sexy fucker,” she moaned and cried out, throwing back her head and really bucking hard.
“Uhhuuhh.. “ she heard him groan deeply, turning her head to see his head lowered and his eyes closed. She began to pant and moan rhythmically, reaching her crescendo and loudly announcing her orgasm at long last. As her world went momentarily dark and her head felt like it was spinning, she gasped and tried to catch her breath while his eyes flew open to watch her reach her sexual peak. Her breasts heaved as she fought for her breath, so he straddled her and cupped them together with his hands, placing his almost scorching hot cock between them and starting to thrust. Justine moaned loudly, his thumbs firmly teased her nipples as he fucked her between her breasts, his large hands easily keeping the friction firm and pleasurable.
She lowered her chin and flicked out her tongue, his cock was nice and big so she had little trouble reaching it. His resulting moans and encouraging phrases urged her to keep going, using her tongue to pleasure him further. If he’d forgotten that her hand was free, she was going to use that to her advantage and she gently but firmly rubbed his ass before boldly daring to give it firm slap. He barely even noticed, so she did it a few more times, getting harder and harder as she did so until he finally grunted. Gordon nodded briefly, so she kept doing it until he made.. an almost.. feminine sound.. and shot his release all over her face. Justine opened her mouth after the initial startle and caught some in her mouth, she really loved the taste, salty but definitely of his essence.
“Fuckin' 'ell,” he spoke breathlessly, his accent broken and hard to understand if he wasn’t just using expletives. Justine was pleased with herself, not worried about spanking him because, well.. he had nodded.. right?
Gordon carefully moved down from straddling Justine, his eyes tore away from her face as he found the display fascinating and had stared at her for several moments.
“Are you alright?” he wondered, taking up a cloth and softly cleaning her face for her.
“I’m fine,” Justine answered him tiredly, a lazy smile on her lips.
“Are you sure?” Gordon asked her, starting to untie her.
“Yes,” Justine reassured him, shifting to cuddle up with him on the bed. She sighed and just melted into his embrace, Gordon let her fall asleep this time and closed his eyes.
*
Typically, he was the first to awaken and while he felt less tense and a lot more relaxed, Gordon’s thoughts couldn’t help drifting back to Krista. Sensing that he was awake, Justine blinked open her eyes and looked up at him with a nervous sort of expression. She was worried he might regret what they had done and tell Krista, blaming her for the most part of it. Gordon returned her gaze and he smiled at her, easing her fears aside for the time being.
“Good Morning,” he said softly.
“Morning,” she smiled back at him, almost cooing at his sleepy morning voice and half closed eyes that squinted with the shroud of sleep still upon his fuzzy mind, he wasn’t completely awake just yet. She tilted her head upwards slightly and he accepted the offered gesture, leaning down to kiss her lips and they lay in each other’s arms for a while longer, just relaxing and enjoying one another’s presence. Justine was trying to be careful with Gordon, she didn’t know what, if any, of his back stories were true. If they were, he’d been hurt before and she really didn’t want to do that to him. She closed her eyes, the feel of his warm body against hers and his muscular arms wrapped around her made her feel so safe, secure and loved; she could easily see why Krista loved him so. He was gentle, caring, kind, considerate..
She didn’t condone cheating on his wife, but she understood how it happened and if he asked her to back off, she most certainly would. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin his life, just for the sake of being intimate with him. Of course, if he asked her to stay, she’d be more than willing to do that as well.
“Are you hungry?” Gordon asked suddenly.
“A little,” Justine nodded. He sat up and she took in a deep breath through her nose, sighing as he left the room and laying back down again. She thought that he smelled wonderful, even before his morning shower.
Gordon took a quick shower, then made his way into the kitchen to make breakfast, feeling refreshed and actually quite happy this morning.
Justine went about tidying her room and then took a brief shower herself, finding both Gordon and her breakfast waiting for her in the dining room. She joined him and while they had previously eaten together many times before, it felt different this time, more intimate and romantic. He talked with her at length, his voice quiet and his eyes a soft, deep azure blue. Justine actually felt like, if she closed her eyes, she could actually imagine that she was married to him rather than Krista. That made her feel slightly guilty, she wasn’t here for that.
“You seem distracted,” Gordon noted and she smiled at him affectionately, he was so attentive.
“I’m just thinking,” she assured him, “and enjoying this wonderful breakfast of course.”
He relaxed and grinned back, offering her the newspaper to read first while he stood up and started to clear the table. Justine looked at the paper, but she wasn’t really reading it, she was lost in thought once again. She knew he couldn’t take her out anywhere in public, the press were always looking for a good scandal and without the children present, it’d certainly make the tabloid gossip column at least. She figured rather correctly that he would either behave as normal during the daytime hours and let his tiger come out at night, when they could be alone together and not under the scrutinizing gaze of the public or the media.
Gordon wasn’t as expert at keeping out of the gossip and scandal news as David and Iman were, but he did his best and was pretty careful most of the time. The idea was to not give them something to look into in the first place, but if you did somehow manage to slip up and find yourself in a position that could be used against you, it was important to be as stealthy about it as you could. Gordon didn’t return to the dining room, she knew his routine by now and expected he was either in the home gym room or doing a few laps in the backyard pool.
She simply leaned back and closed the newspaper, she had nothing to do while the little ones were at their grandparent’s place, so now she figured she’d have to find something else to do today. Shopping soon came to mind, she didn’t need much because she lived here like one of the family, but a few personal items never went astray and she got up to get ready for a trip into the heart of the city. She really hoped for some more of Gordon’s attention tonight, but her ass was really smarting this morning, so perhaps something a little more intimate was in order.
Justine was nearly ready to go out, she put on her perfume and was looking around for her shoes, when she suddenly squealed and giggled. Gordon had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her midsection, resting his chin on her shoulder and growling softly into her ear.
“You frightened me!” Justine scolded him with an amused grin. She turned around and gazed into his beautiful eyes, his arms still embracing her as she placed her hands upon his shoulders and leaned up. He lowered his head obligingly, kissing with her slowly and passionately. He was a very loving and affectionate man, there was no fuck and go attitude about him, he really did care about people.
“Are you headed out somewhere?” he wondered, taking notice of the way she was all dressed up.
“I was just going to do a little shopping,” Justine answered him, feeling her knees go weak at his expression of interest in her going beyond the physical. He smiled at her, touching her face gently with hands that were strong enough to effortlessly crush her own. He was such an intimidating presence, a tall and muscular male with quick reflexes and yet he never threw a punch if he could possibly avoid it. She felt completely safe with him, confirmed from last night that he’d never let it all go to his head when in a position of complete control and power over another person. There was a strong fondness inside of him, a deep and caring nature that was so contrast to his public portrayal at times and this was the kind hearted softie his friends and family got to know best. He didn’t have to ask her if she was alright last night, he didn’t need to care for her and clean her face, but he did it without prompt nor question and she respected him greatly for this.
“Alright,” he said to her, “be careful, uh?”
She smiled back at him and nodded, such respect he showed for her and yet they were doing something so very disrespectful, she felt torn.
“I’ll be back later,” she promised, kissing his cheek and he let her go with great reluctance and watched as she went out the door.
Now he was alone in the house, something he did not often enjoy since Krista had agreed to move in with him. It was an eerie feeling that just made him tense, he was a social creature, he needed to be around other people. Gordon took out his phone, needing to hear his wife’s voice but he hesitated and imagined being scolded over the phone for checking up on her, not trusting her or just plain annoying her while she took her break away from him. He sadly slid his phone back into his pocket, best not bother her or she might decide to stay away a lot longer than just the weekend. So what to do with himself? He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed, it may be the weekend for some but he still had to work. There was another hour and a half before he needed to be on set, although he had to laugh to himself because the blue and red team were being dragged out of their dorms before sunrise this morning and set to doing a remedial task before he showed up.
Gordon pulled on his boots and went out to his car, he was going to be early but he honestly had nothing better to do today. Normally, he would be fussing over his children or playing with them, or perhaps talking with Krista and tending to her if she needed anything. He hated to feel still, despised feeling useless and felt himself getting irritated before he even got to Hell’s Kitchen. He gave a long, low hum of boredom, being rich meant nothing if he was lonely and he wished that Krista hadn’t left. Gordon knew that his own travels made him homesick for his family, but it bothered him that Krista enjoyed their time apart or at least seemed to cope much better than him. Good for her, he supposed that it was better than them both being miserable without each other and he always felt welcomed home once he was done. Until recently, he hadn’t felt at all wanted by Krista and he had to wonder if this was why she enjoyed her time away from him.
Personally, he couldn’t get enough of her but she liked to keep him at arm’s length sometimes and that was fair enough, sometimes women were complicated like that and while he did not claim to understand it, he could respect it at least and try hard not to fight about it. She didn’t seem to know that he felt so lost and alone without his family, if she did then he would feel validated but so far, all she seemed to know was what she wanted for herself. Krista loved him madly, there was nobody else in the world for her, of this she was positive but he needed to learn that being on his own wasn’t the end of the world that he seemed to imagine it to be. Her reasonings were logically sound, at least in her own mind, she wanted him to feel safe and secure in their relationship even when she wasn’t around. But it wasn’t easy, Gordon had abandonment issues and they were what held him back from being able to enjoy himself completely whenever he or Krista had to go somewhere alone.
He frowned as he slowed the car down, he missed her so much.. His eyes misted over and he felt very sad, because it was too quiet without Savannah and baby David and his lovely wife in the car with him. Hell’s Kitchen soon loomed into view and he took some moments in the carpark to calm himself down, it wouldn’t do him any favors to be seen crying in front of the contestants. With a heavy sigh, Gordon left the car and went inside, sadness had no room in his kitchen and by the end of the day, had been replaced with more tension and anger than he really should have allowed..
During a break, Gordon was surprised to find Lucas waiting over by one of the cameras and he left the kitchen to wander over.
“Good to see you, Gordon,” Lucas hugged with his friend.
“What are you doing here?” Gordon asked him, “you look like you’re doing well.. “
“I am doing much better,” Lucas agreed, “but wow, look at you though!”
“Ah I’m doing okay,” Gordon spoke with a sheepish blush to his cheeks.
“Just okay?” Lucas raised a brow, “you think I didn’t see that million dollar car parked out front?”
“How are you though, Lucas?” Gordon shifted the subject, “you doing good?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” Lucas waved it away. The contestants stood around in the kitchen, watching Gordon relax in the presence of his long time friend and fellow chef.
“Did you need something?” Gordon asked him.
“Nah, just found myself in town and thought I’d drop by and say hello.. And, you know.. “ He leaned in and whispered into Gordon’s ear until Gordon pulled away, red as a beet.
“Lucas!” he hissed softly, blue eyes darting but hazy with the thoughts of what was suggested just now, “I’m fuckin’ married!”
“I know, I know,” Lucas tried to calm him down, “I’m just letting you know it’s still an option, you know, if you ever feel like you want to, maybe just for old time’s sake.. “
Gordon’s ears were red too by now and he cleared his throat, avoiding Lucas’ gaze.
“Come on, Lucas.. “ Gordon finally looked around at him again, “my wife would have my nuts!”
“I’m still not hearing no,” Lucas took a step closer, “you know where I am, if you feel like you might change your mind?”
“Yeah,” Gordon nodded quickly and left him wondering if anything might come of it.
*
That evening, Justine looked up as the front door opened and she smiled just a little when Gordon entered the living room.
“Hey,” she greeted him, as he wandered over and leaned down to kiss her briefly on the lips, “how was it today?”
Gordon sighed and seated himself next to her, she leaned into him and he obliged to put his arm around her. Justine loved the way she wouldn’t need to stand up when he walked in, he went to her automatically as he would with Krista if she were there. Either he had been raised a gentleman, or Krista had him very well trained.
“I ran into a friend,” Gordon spoke evasively, “I might go around and see him sometime, he’s in town for a couple of days.”
“Sounds nice,” Justine wriggled closer and he let her relax into him, she loved the way he pulled her closer with each of her attempts to do just that. It made her feel wanted and loved, further sparking the envy of what Krista had and was seemingly throwing back into his face but neither of them had an inkling of why she was doing this to him.
Perhaps she should have mentioned it to him, perhaps she could have used a less harsh method, but she didn’t really know what to do in order to help him get used to being away from her. She felt suffocated sometimes, she did appreciate his affection and loyalty but she needed him to simmer down and not be the excited puppy that peed itself every time she walked in the door. She wanted a nice, calm, casual glance up and smile, was that too much to ask for?
Gordon simply couldn’t help himself, when he fell in love, he fell head over heels and drowned without putting up a fight. His idea of being in a relationship was to put himself and everything he had into it, one hundred percent, no excuses to hold back or make his lover feel for even a moment that he wasn’t paying attention to them. Then there was the crying, tears were Gordon’s biggest weakness and if Krista was upset and he saw her crying, he would trip over himself just to make her stop. Tears had no business in a happy relationship, Gordon would easily sniff out the problem issues and deal with them accordingly, rather than just avoid the talking and wait for the upset to spark up and outpour all over again the next time she cried. He wouldn’t just put a plaster on it and hope it went away, he washed the wound, nursed the hurt and kissed it better. He did nothing half assed, everything had to be perfect and he’d jump right on in there with both feet in confidence that he could make it all better.
Justine was very perceptive and she had noticed it all, being privy to such behind the scenes situations that came from living in the family home and to have his complete attention in these couple of days was simply heaven itself to her. She was aware that perhaps she was simply a crutch for Gordon to lean on while Krista and his family were gone, but she held onto the knowledge of his personality and hoped that it’d continue on, even after Krista returned home. She knew this was called home wrecking, but she wasn’t planning to steal Gordon away, she just wanted to have him to herself whenever time allowed for it.
But as she cuddled up to him on the sofa and he grabbed up the can of beer she’d left there for him on the coffee table, Justine started to feel a lot more possessive than she’d intended to. The thought of Krista coming home and taking her place in Gordon’s arms, making him all doe eyed only for her, now that she’d had him to herself..
“You’re really tense, darling,” Gordon picked up on it immediately. Justine was startled by the swiftness with which he’d noticed her sudden shift in mood, but she would be lying if she said she was surprised.
“I am, just a little,” she admitted.
“Turn around then, babe,” he said, setting down his beer, “let me rub your shoulders.. “
Justine shifted and faced away from Gordon, he began to rub her back and tried to massage her shoulders. She wriggled around a little, then she stripped off her top and bra so she could really feel his hands touching her bare skin. The massage was much smoother now and more enjoyable for them both, as Justine was quite vocal and kept moaning. He ran his hands down over her exposed back, she pulled her hair aside and he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, causing her to shiver and smile. Justine closed her eyes, his knees were on either side of her but he didn’t sit on her, just straddled her while he gave her the gentle rubdown. Grazing her shoulder with his teeth, Gordon elicited a soft whimper from her. She needed him to get more physical with her, so she was trying to lure out his much desired dominant side. He felt her rub against him as she lifted her rear, deliberately teasing him and enjoying the feel of his erection through their clothes. He quietly groaned into her ear, his breath tickling her into shivering once more.
“Gordon,” she moaned his name, “please.. “
She was utterly defenseless to the growl that followed her plea, it seemed to just reverberate throughout her whole body and he could already smell that she was soaking in her panties by now. Sliding his hands down over her body, Gordon planted kisses all the way down her back until he reached her denim shorts and she wriggled out of them easily with his help. Panting with anticipation, Justine could feel him nosing at her panties and she whined softly, just moments before his tongue flicked out exploratively.
“Oh!” Justine bucked instantly, heavily sopping wet and sensitive to the lightest of touch. Gordon hummed and pushed her rear up higher, suddenly licking and teasing along her folds and tasting her readiness for him.
“Oohh.. “ Justine bucked gently, crying out loudly as he began to really open his mouth and suck firmly, “Gordon! Oohh! No!”
She squirmed and twisted, he grasped her firmly and pulled her back into position, his tongue soon slowly gliding over her panties again. Justine moaned and rocked herself against his mouth, feeling his fingers hook into her panties and drag them down until they were off. She yelped and tried to jump down from the sofa, but he caught her easily and pinned her down onto her side. Justine struggled against him, she could feel his head resting between her thighs now as his tongue got to work on her now exposed folds. His hands held her down in such a way that she could not escape, despite her best efforts to kick out at him. His relentless sucking and licking soon had her writhing in pleasure, head thrown back and mouth open to the point of drooling slightly. She begged for him to stop, her plaintive mewls almost screams by the time he attacked her sensitive nub, slick with her arousal juices and the wetness of his tongue.
Every plea he heard just made him hold her more tightly and concentrate his efforts more exclusively, until it finally happened. Justine gasped and cried out in dismay, the building up sensation within her lower regions told her she had already lost the battle. Bucking her hips, Justine surrendered to the climax that suddenly forced her body into a jolting, bucking and shaking display of submission. Her howls and gasps were pleasing to Gordon’s ears, as he continued to slowly lick her until she was no longer receptive of his offered ministrations. Justine eventually whispered her safe word, knowing he would easily just stay there between her legs until he’d licked and sucked her into another orgasm or three but not wanting to just leave him hard and with nothing to show for it. She got up onto all fours and wiggled her ass at him, enticing him as he watched her with an intent expression. He found that she smelled different to Krista but still just as pleasant, he felt the desire to dive back down there and taste of her some more but she’d spoken her safe word and he had to hold back.
“I want you so badly right now,” Justine moaned with a glance at him over her shoulder, “don’t you want me, baby?”
Gordon sat up a little more and eased out of his pants carefully, his erection making the process slightly difficult as he didn’t want to hurt himself.
“Mmm,” Justine hummed with a desperate tone to her voice, “that’s what I want big boy.. Ooohh nail me to the floor, baby!”
Gordon positioned himself behind her and obligingly straddled her, pushing her down onto the floor with her rear still lifted. Her arms splayed out onto the carpet and her breasts felt crushed into the floor under his weight, her knees were hurting but it was a pleasure pain and she could take it. He pressed his erection firmly into her folds, thrusting to rub it between her legs and Justine started to moan and buck her hips in time, feeling the head of his cock rubbing briefly over her sensitive nub with each stroke. He was such a fucking tease, he knew she wanted him deep inside of her and he smiled darkly with his lips against her cheek.
Justine suddenly darted forwards and he caught her again, dragging her up now by her hair and pulling her as she struggled to get away. He ignored her protests and took her to her bedroom upstairs. He was too strong, not that she genuinely wanted to escape anyway, Justine could only scream and kick and try to bite him as he shut the door and forced her onto the floor. Now she was on her back and gazing up at him timidly, gulping back a whimper as his eyes trailed fiercely down over her exposed breasts. He licked his lips, eager to have them in his mouth but which to choose first?
Gordon’s hesitation nearly cost him his dominant position, as Justine surged up and caught him off guard. She wrestled with him until he managed to easily shove her right back down to the floor onto her front, he was not being gentle about it either but she wasn’t asking him to. She wanted to bite him, really hard, she knew he’d like it but she didn’t want to leave a mark that Krista would find. She relaxed under the pressure he was applying to her body, so he eased off her and hauled her up onto the bed. Justine gazed up into his eyes and smiled nervously, brushing one side of his face with her fingertips. Gordon leaned down and Justine arched her back just a little, moaning as he lavished such attention onto her breasts that she never wanted it to end.
“Ohh my God, Gordonnn!” Justine encouraged him, her eyelids fluttering with the pleasure and her body responding to both his touch and the soft groans of content that escaped from him as he enjoyed what he was doing immensely. His muffled moans in response to her vocal outcries were just making her feel more desperate to have him deep inside of her, she suddenly surged up once again and this time, he let her pin him onto his back and she straddled him quickly. He gazed back at her with half closed eyes and a lazy smile, signalling he’d given her the lead role for the time being. Justine wasted no time and lifted herself up, easing herself back down again onto his rigid cock. Gordon hummed deeply, eyes rolling briefly in pleasure as she grew accustomed to his length and girth, which wasn’t easy but she was so wet that it certainly helped her to guide him in nice and deep.
One of the many perks of foreplay and something she guessed he’d have to do regardless of experience, considering his partner first and ensuring as much lubricant as possible; natural or otherwise. She started to move, slowly at first and he rubbed her thighs with his hands.
“Babe.. “ he groaned and began to thrust with her movements. Justine could tell he was lost in the moment now, it was her turn to take control and make him see stars. The trouble was, she didn’t really know what he enjoyed being done to him and she felt embarrassed to have to ask him. Taking his lead, she decided to just do whatever and if he didn’t like it, he would soon let her know. His hands had slid up over her ribs by now, she rocked against him and enjoyed the way he fondled and squeezed her breasts, before he let his hands drop down to her ass. She had to rest her own hands on his chest because he grasped her buttocks and began to bounce her, she gasped and cried out in pleasure each time he thrust upwards while she was going back down onto his cock. He was still in control, even in this position and she resigned herself to the fact that only his wife was allowed to truly dominate Gordon Ramsay.
On a whim, she dug in her nails and he sucked in a hiss that was followed by a very permissible and encouraging groan. Hesitantly, she placed her hand at his throat and gave it a firm squeeze. It didn’t affect him, so she quickly abandoned that idea and clawed at his chest again with her nails. He pushed her onto her side, moving with her to keep himself deeply inside of her. It was a new level of intimacy now, their bodies grinding and crushed against one another. Her breath on his chest, his in her hair as it came in short bursts following powerful thrusts. She reached around and squeezed his ass, he grunted and she moaned to quell his initial reaction of tensing up. Once he relaxed again, she clawed her fingernails over the lightly muscular flesh of his rear and he groaned in response.
“Gordon,” she gasped, “I..- Ooohh!”
She felt her body convulse in the lead up to her oncoming orgasm and he swore as she clamped and tightened around his thick shaft. She suddenly sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled out of her quickly, her hand instinctively going down to grasp and squeeze until he groaned and came into her palm. Her dizzying climax continued as she felt her lower regions pulsing and clamping still, as their lips met in an open mouthed kiss that soon became a passionate display of cuddling, grinding and making out. The only downside to all of this was the impending return of Krista, how would Gordon behave when she was around? Justine ran her fingers through his hair, pulling it tightly and making him groan into her mouth with pleasure. She knew he liked the hair pulling, it really seemed to excite him to an extent and she enjoyed his favorable response very much. Some minutes later, he was fussing over her once more, making sure she was alright and she smiled at his doting nature.
Even if he had hurt her, how could she possibly stay mad at him?
“You’re so cute when you make a fuss,” Justine dared to coddle him a little.
“I just care, that’s all,” Gordon pouted, in disbelief that she would say such a thing to him.
“I know you do,” Justine spoke more seriously this time, brushing his cheek with her hand, “and I appreciate it.”
He leaned into her hand and kissed her palm, Justine felt her heart skip a beat and she felt crestfallen as she realized that she was in way over her head. Likely he was just looking for company and solace in Krista’s absence, while she stupidly had to go and fall completely head over heels in love with him. She was angry with herself and to make it worse, he noticed her sudden tension and kissed her neck, just below her ear. Justine relaxed and sighed audibly, she wanted him for herself but she refused to break up his family. If what she’d learned of his past was true, it’d be the final straw to break him down without hope of ever bouncing back this time.
*
It was at breakfast the next morning when Justine felt that it was high time they had an actual discussion about their relationship, she had to know if they were both on the same page. Having woken up warm and safe in his loving embrace was enough to make her want to forget her previous morals and just go for it, but his fragile state of mind was an issue she wasn’t ready to deal with if everything suddenly crumbled down around him. She had to give Krista huge kudos for that, she’d been there when he was at the lowest point in his life and Justine simply would not have known how to deal with it herself. That’s why they belonged together, that’s why Justine couldn’t do anything to upset what those two had, but she needed to know what his thoughts were on the subject.
She looked at him and smiled, he had a dab of cream at the corner of his mouth and his brow was furrowed as he studied the newspaper silently. He’d been up since dawn and she’d arisen to the tantalizing smell of some weird things that Gordon called scones, which were eaten hot with butter or cooled with jam and cream. She’d never had them before, but found them actually very tasty and the pleased expression on his face when she went in for seconds was like a drug to Justine. To see him so happy and smiling, this is how he must feel towards Krista, she simply couldn’t get enough of his smile.
“Gordon,” Justine gently roused his attention up from whatever article had captured his complete attention.
“Yes darling?” he glanced up, eyes on her and fully attentive, she was the only thing in existence and it made her feel very important indeed.
Though he was just being polite, a habitually intent person, Gordon found it easier to look at someone when they were talking to him. Delivering bad news wasn’t easy for Gordon, his eye contact dropped considerably and he held his hands up close to his chest or face, or he simply folded his arms. Looking down and away was a force of habit for the shy at heart, something Gordon had done his best to hide from the public and whenever he caught himself avoiding eye contact and looking away, he would force himself to turn back to the situation and simply get on with it.
“What is this thing we have?” Justine wondered lightly, lifting her brows at him. Gordon looked like he wasn’t completely certain how to respond to that, she could see his mind working and calculating behind those big blue eyes of his.
“I do like to think we have something,” Gordon replied carefully, “but I can’t explain it, Justine.”
She nodded, she could accept that, she could barely explain it herself, hence the questioning of it.
“I don’t want to upset anyone,” Justine reassured him, in case he was worried she would tell Krista or blackmail him somehow, “I just enjoy our time together.. But.. Well, the thing is.. It isn’t easy for me. I think I’ve really fallen hard for you over the last few weeks, Gordon. I don’t know what to do. I didn’t mean to, honestly, it just sort of.. Happened.”
Gordon sighed heavily, his expression somewhat resigned.
“I feel it, too,” Gordon admitted and Justine sat back, her mind reeling in response to the unexpected revelation.
“You.. Wh-What?” she stammered. His expression was guilty now, for he loved Krista more than anything in the world and he knew in his heart they were meant to be together. He could not judge Justine on her sincerity, she had come to him after the fact whereas Krista had loved him when he was at his least loveable.
“I feel strongly for you,” Gordon explained, “I hate myself for it. You deserve better and so does Krista.”
“Gordon.. “ Justine was bewildered, most men would just take full advantage of this situation, use their money and influence to keep both women at his beck and call with the slim hope that one or the other would not catch on.
He looked down and away, a clear signal that he was not comfortable with the situation but he forced himself to meet with her gaze once more. She watched as his tongue flicked out and took the dab of cream from the corner of his mouth, making her feel warm and think naughty things about him.
“I don’t think we are hurting anybody,” Justine chose her words carefully, she had to or it could all go pear shaped for her, “what we have together, is just between us. It’s never going to lead anywhere and I can accept that.. I am happy just to be with you, Gordon.”
She let it sink in and fell silent, she felt that she could share Gordon with Krista, she simply had to learn how to keep her jealousy intact without Krista getting suspicious of her behavior.
“I don’t want you feeling used,” Gordon told her quietly, “or second best.. “
“I don’t,” Justine replied firmly, “I promise you, Gordon. When we are together, I feel like the most important person in the entire universe.”
He smiled at her and she felt rewarded and relieved that he’d accepted what she had just said to him, he was convinced that everything was okay, now all she needed to do was convince herself..
Later that day, Gordon was making sure everything was ready for dinner service that night. He was frustrated because it was black jackets now and they were still making some very basic mistakes that really should not be happening this close to the finale. A few of the contestants had already made flirty passes at him, both on and off camera, which he mostly ignored but it was making him want to go home and be with Justine pretty badly. This in turn made him feel aroused, because thinking of her led to some pretty heated images sneaking into his mind. If anyone noticed, they hadn’t said anything so he just continued on working until it was time for a break. He sat in his office, just to wind down and make some notes to remember for later about who did well and who had made mistakes today but he just couldn’t get his mind back on track. It was easier in the kitchen, his legendary focus was just completely switched on there but right now he couldn’t seem to get a handle on it.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.. “ Gordon swore harshly and threw down his pen, sitting back in his chair and exhaling as he ran his fingers through his hair with both hands. Without even hearing a knock, Gordon looked on as his office door opened and Simone walked in. She was a tall, leggy, red haired woman and had made more passes at Gordon than any of the others combined. Gordon wasn’t sure why she was here and he was in no mood for her games, the cameras weren’t rolling and he hadn’t been informed that anyone was coming to see him right now.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Gordon scolded her, “what are you doing? Get out!”
Simone purposefully seated herself onto the chair across from him, unbuttoning her blouse more than what she really needed to and smiling at Gordon just a little. She was nervous, he was intimidating but considered among her social circle as being ‘worth it’ - whatever the consequences would eventually be. Gordon looked at her in disbelief, shaking his head slightly as he waited for her to explain her actions.
“Chef.. “ she spoke at last, her voice a little timid at first.
“Yes Simone?” Gordon prompted her, after she failed to continue for a moment. She bit back a soft whimper, her name on his lips, his accent and the way he said it just made her terribly aroused.
“I need to tell you something about Rick,” Simone spoke more confidently now, “I don’t think he deserves to be here.”
Gordon got this a lot, it was just a way to try and get rid of the stiffer competition and he liked Rick, the guy did really well but he had to listen to her complaints as per the rules of the show.
“What’s he done, darling?” Gordon wondered, his brow furrowed curiously. His term of endearment was a general one, he used it even on people he’d never met, call it a force of habit. But Simone took it a little more personally than that and she smiled at him, her cheeks almost as rosy red as her hair.
“I’m sorry but he does something that you really need to know about,” Simone continued, “I mean, you need to know.”
Gordon sighed heavily and waited impatiently, but she was still caught up in a fantasy from when he’d called her ‘darling’ and Gordon was getting frustrated with her.
“Well just spit it out!” Gordon demanded, “what’s he done, Simone?”
She startled and cleared her throat, shifting in her chair closer to his desk, leaning over as if someone might be listening.
“He sleeps with his hands down his pants, chef,” Simone replied quietly, to which Gordon lifted his brows and she went on, “and I kid you not, chef, he doesn’t even wash his hands when we head into the kitchen.”
It was a rule that everyone had to wash their hands before dinner service, or before even entering the kitchen for that matter, so to hear this made Gordon’s stomach churn. He was a stickler for hygiene and he’d eaten things that this man had cooked, there was only the hope that Simone was lying to him just to get rid of Rick and try to secure her spot in the top four by doing so.
“That’s a very serious accusation,” he warned her.
“I know,” Simone nodded firmly, “but I’m not the only one who has seen it.”
“Then why are you the only one who has come forward?” Gordon asked her. Simone fell silent, averting her eyes for a while and fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
“Uh?” Gordon prompted her again, needing to get to the bottom of this unusual situation.
“Because,” Simone unbuttoned her blouse some more and darkened her gaze provocatively, making him very uncomfortable now, “I wanted it more.”
“W-Wanted what more?” Gordon asked, distracted by her predatory expression and body language, “the credit?”
She nodded slowly, holding his gaze and staring intently into his sparkling blue eyes. The moment his gaze broke from hers, as it often did when he felt self conscious, she was up and out of her chair, rounding his desk and stalking towards him. Gordon pushed his chair back from the desk, looking up as she drew closer and thinking that she was going to attack him with something she had hidden on her person. Simone didn’t reach for anything though, he watched her carefully but she just suddenly straddled his lap and put her hands on his shoulders. He looked into her eyes, confusion written all over his face.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked her angrily. His eyes closed briefly as she ground her hips, making sure she had his complete attention.
“Mmm,” she smiled as she hummed quietly, “chef, you’re so hard.. “
As she continued to grind herself against Gordon, Simone wondered why he kept chanting her name, until she was startled awake by someone touching her shoulder. She realized she had just been dreaming, after flopping down exhausted on the dorm room sofa.
“Thanks a lot!” she complained, “I was just having the best dream ever!”
“We know,” said Bethany, smirking, “you were moaning chef’s name just now, you’re lucky he doesn’t come up here or he might have heard you!”
Simone turned red and got up off the sofa, she really needed to take a cold shower after that. Gordon was still in his office, but Simone decided to just take that shower and count herself very lucky not to have embarrassed herself in front of him. Kevin glanced at Bethany, who shrugged and shook her head.
“She’s never going to be able to concentrate,” Bethany sighed.
“Less competition for us then,” Kevin smirked and wandered off. Bethany knew this was true, but she kind of liked Simone.. Still, it was a competition..
“I think dinner service tonight is going to be really interesting.. “ said Malcolm, also amused by this time.
“That’s putting it mildly,” Bethany agreed, looking to the bathroom door and having mixed feelings about the whole situation.
That evening, Simone was pretty nervous and kept avoiding looking at Gordon, which made him pretty angry because he considered it quite rude when he was talking to her and she answered him without even glancing up.
“Where’s the salad?” he demanded from the pass, “all this food is ready to go and we’re waiting on the bloody salad?!”
“I’m just undressing now, chef!” Simone blurted, “I-I mean I’m dressing the salad now, chef!”
Gordon looked around at her while everyone who had caught the slip up put their heads down and tried to keep a straight face, some even turned away due to being unable to hide their snickering. He looked her over briefly, slightly puzzled and Simone breathed a sigh of relief when he just went back to what he was doing.
“Salad!” Gordon called again.
“Right behind you chef!” Simone called back, bringing the plate up to the pass finally.
“Gorgeous,” he spoke approvingly and she thanked him quickly, turning bright red and walking back to her station briskly.
She was finding it difficult to focus, there was duck breast added to the menu tonight and she refused to believe that she was the only one who stopped just to pause and listen to him say ‘breast’ every time someone ordered it. Once, the duck breast was raw and she almost lost it when he pointed it out and asked them all to touch it. Then it was overcooked, he called it rubber and showed them by squeezing it angrily. She was feeling uncomfortably wet between her legs, but she didn’t want to ask him if she could visit the restroom because she knew it was a very busy night and they needed everyone in the kitchen.
Even Gordon was working up a sweat tonight and Simone kept stealing glances at him when he used his cloth to dab at the perspiration that trickled down his neck. Bethany wished that Simone would just buckle down and get on with the job, there were cameras everywhere and Gordon noticed more than he ever let on, what was she playing at by staring at him with those big, doe eyes? But with every tiny taste he took, Simone had to suppress a soft whimper at either his brief hum and compliment or the sight of his tongue as it flicked out occasionally to lick his lips with satisfaction of a meal well prepared. She went weak in the knees every single time he called out ‘service please’ because she would very much like to service him sometime herself..
“Service please!” Gordon called to the waiters just then.
“Anytime chef,” Simone responded without thinking, “I mean, yes chef! I mean.. Damn.. "
Gordon looked around at her, taking the garnish from Rick, who was struggling not to laugh.
“What??” Gordon looked very annoyed with her right then and she blushed harder than ever before.
Gordon wasn’t able to pay close attention to what she’d said, he hadn’t even been addressing her, so why did she respond to him? He caught a brief conversation from nearby about editing it out, so he figured to just forget the whole thing and focus on getting dinner service completed. Simone switched stations and after a while, Gordon was glaring at her.
“Turn it on, Simone!” he barked at her.
“I am turned on chef!” Simone called back, turning the switch, “I mean the gas is, chef.”
More turned faces and suppressed snickers, but Gordon had had enough.
“You,” he pointed directly at Simone, “come with me, now.”
He wasn’t going to take no for answer when he was using that tone of voice. Simone grew wide eyed and pale, her hands trembling as she followed him towards the pantry. Gordon looked absolutely livid, he held the door open for her, ever the gentleman even when he was pissed..
Simone jumped as Gordon slammed the door shut, he whirled around and she shrank back from his icy blue stare.
“What is with you tonight??” he demanded of her, “explain!”
She cringed at his shouting tone, prompted by his impatient stance to speak up but her nervousness just made her stammer and fail. Gordon registered that she was a little too intimidated and took a step back from her, trying to ease her tension.
“I’m sorry chef!” Simone finally found enough courage to speak now, “I’ll do better!”
But it did not explain anything to him.
“What is wrong, Simone?” he asked her, still angrily but a little more gently this time.
“I’m.. “ Simone paused, her gaze flicking to the camera briefly before she closed her mouth.
“You can say it,” Gordon reassured her, “I’ll have them edit it out later.”
Simone trusted him and she nodded.
“I’m attracted to you,” she said quietly, “I’ll try not to let it distract me again, please.. Don’t send me home, chef.”
Gordon sighed, unimpressed with the explanation but while it was just another crush to him, it was a much bigger deal to her. The trouble with falling for someone famous was the fact that you might think that you know everything about them but they hadn’t a clue about you in return, you were generally just another fan falling at their feet or making creepy passes at them everywhere they went. This was nothing new for Gordon, while he could usually walk around and do normal things that most people did, he still was spotted and asked for a photo or an autograph here and there. So he was used to hearing all kinds of crazy things, from marriage proposals to party invitations and all from people he’d never even met before who seemed to think they knew him.
“Simone, you’re one of the best chefs in the competition,” Gordon told her firmly, “I need you tonight.”
She stared at him for a moment, he looked genuinely sincere but she got the feeling he hadn’t meant it the way she had taken it just now.
“You do?” she asked softly, taking a meaningful step towards him.
“Yes,” Gordon told her, “so can you please just focus?”
Simone nodded.
“Yes chef,” she answered, stopping short as she realized now what he really was talking about. He needed her to complete dinner service and nothing more, she was crestfallen but determined to make him proud of her.
“Thank you,” Gordon breathed with relief, opening the door, “now come on!”
He let her out first, then walked back to the pass. Simone returned to her station, soft wolf whistles and kissing sounds following her every footstep as the other contestants mocked her for going into the pantry with Chef Ramsay all alone for several minutes. Gordon seemed unphased by the encounter but Simone was shaken and filled with a desire to impress, she really picked up her game and just knuckled down, ignoring the humiliation she was being sentenced to by the others. At some point, Gordon picked up on the bullying and got furious at them, putting an immediate stop to it and soon enough, dinner service was done and the show was over about an hour later.
It was all dark and he was ready to head out to his car, glancing at his wristwatch and contemplating grabbing something to eat on the way home.
“Gordon?” a sleepy voice caught his attention and he glanced around, Simone was coming down the stairs from the dorms. She was wearing her nightgown, which was two sizes too small and quite transparent.
“Is something wrong?” he asked her, catching himself looking down at her body and instantly lifting his gaze to meet with hers, only to find her smiling at him knowingly. He felt his face burning and got embarrassed, he apologized quietly and she just shrugged.
“It’s alright,” she reassured him, “I don’t mind, really.”
“Did you need something?” Gordon asked her, “I’m on my way out and you should really be sleeping right now.”
Simone nodded, it was getting late and she’d woken up almost five minutes after she’d fallen asleep.
“I had to come and see you alone,” she told him quietly, “I realized how creepy I must have seemed and I want to apologize to you. I promise it’ll never happen again.”
Gordon relaxed his shoulders and felt his tension ease.
“I appreciate that,” he pardoned her, “thank you.”
“Goodnight chef,” Simone smiled at him and walked towards the stairs, knowing he was watching her ass because she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Uhm, G’nite.. “ Gordon replied, confirming what she already knew. He resisted the temptation to go up after her, even after she glanced over her shoulder and smiled again. Gordon turned away and headed for the door, rightfully questioning her sincerity in that moment.
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***
It was time to change the game, after so many false starts and not being able to reach climax, Justine was quick to suddenly go over the edge with a powerful orgasm that had been a long time in waiting.
“Ohh, oh my God!” she panted, as his tongue ran over his teeth and her body jolted with the continued presence of the vibration, “Gordonnn!”
He just kept moving it in and out of her, holding it deep inside and just focusing on her sensitive and now swollen and throbbing nub every so often. He was very good at using this thing and Justine arched her back, bucked her hips helplessly and cried out as she came again. Breathless, she was quick to realize that he wasn’t stopping again and simply continued on as before. Her thighs shook and she was soaked and hot between her legs, tied to the bed and unable to free herself. Gordon leaned down and hummed as he began to help the vibrator along by licking and suckling at her anywhere he could, intermittently using the toy and his tongue to pleasure her until she screamed into her third orgasm.
It seemed like only minutes, but he’d had her tied up for nearly four hours now and she was quickly reaching the end of her tolerance levels, exhaustion threatening to force her eyes to close and yet his constant attentions keeping her wide awake. Gordon slowly slipped the toy out of her, moving it aside and she felt relieved, believing it was over and closing her eyes to doze off. She then felt something gently, but firmly patting her face and she shifted and moaned in protest.
“Hey, hey come on.. “ Gordon urged her, “wake the fuck up!”
Justine startled at his commanding tone and looked straight into his pale blue eyes, shivering with the fierceness that glowed within them.
“What?” she asked softly.
“I want to watch you now,” Gordon told her stiffly, taking off only one of her bonds to set her right hand free. Justine blushed hotly when she figured out what he meant, but she’d never masturbated in front of anyone before, she wasn’t even really sure she could.
“I-I don’t know,” she stammered. Gordon stared at her expectantly, further intimidating her into not really wanting to.
“Gordon, I’m uncomfortable,” she admitted honestly, but he wasn’t hearing her safe word, so he grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand down towards her snatch. Justine turned her head away from him and started to rub just a little between her legs, then he held her chin and made her look back around at him. He obviously wanted to watch her face too, which was now beet red and her hand had pulled away.
“No,” he spoke firmly and pushed it back down there, “keep going.. “
“I can’t!” she cried, “it’s humiliating!”
“Justine! Get fucking started!” he shouted at her, making her jump. She hesitated, unable to tell by his fired up expression if he was serious or just trying to sexually humiliate her in accordance to their agreed upon encounter.
“Gordon, I am feeling very unsafe right now,” she stated with her voice shaking and her eyes wide and pleading.
He leaned down close to her ear, growling that he didn’t give a damn and to just get on with it before he punished her for disobedience. She knew then that she was indeed quite safe, he was just adding some realism for her to make it more exciting and she felt validated by the insincere tone he purposefully used in his voice just now. Self consciously, she began to slowly stroke herself, awkwardly avoiding his intense gaze. Gordon let his eyes trail down to where the action was, humming softly and uttering gentle words of encouragement such as ‘yess’ and ‘just like that’ and ‘mmm, you know what I like’ - it made her feel hotter and she really started getting into it, his eyes closed and he breathed in deeply, her scent reaching him in no time at all as she got more and more excited. Justine started to moan and her eyes rolled in pleasure, whimpering as she took keen notice of his fully erect shaft standing to attention.
He brought his hand up to just lightly stroke the rigid, throbbing shaft and she moaned louder just watching him and fully appreciating the gesture. She knew that Gordon was somewhat shy, despite his reputation and ferocity, a lot of that was just a display and it was quite an effective one at that. He had just about everyone lazy enough not to do their homework believe that he was an asshole who shouted and degraded his workers, but really, if he was truly like that, he’d have nobody lining up to be hired at any of his restaurants.
“Gordon,” she whimpered his name and he breathed heavily, keeping his pace even as she began to buck and moan as she teased herself, her fingers were wet and dripping with her arousal juices and she licked her lips, noticing the precum glistening from his tip by now as he became more intently turned on by her show.
“Gordon, you sexy fucker,” she moaned and cried out, throwing back her head and really bucking hard.
“Uhhuuhh.. “ she heard him groan deeply, turning her head to see his head lowered and his eyes closed. She began to pant and moan rhythmically, reaching her crescendo and loudly announcing her orgasm at long last. As her world went momentarily dark and her head felt like it was spinning, she gasped and tried to catch her breath while his eyes flew open to watch her reach her sexual peak. Her breasts heaved as she fought for her breath, so he straddled her and cupped them together with his hands, placing his almost scorching hot cock between them and starting to thrust. Justine moaned loudly, his thumbs firmly teased her nipples as he fucked her between her breasts, his large hands easily keeping the friction firm and pleasurable.
She lowered her chin and flicked out her tongue, his cock was nice and big so she had little trouble reaching it. His resulting moans and encouraging phrases urged her to keep going, using her tongue to pleasure him further. If he’d forgotten that her hand was free, she was going to use that to her advantage and she gently but firmly rubbed his ass before boldly daring to give it firm slap. He barely even noticed, so she did it a few more times, getting harder and harder as she did so until he finally grunted. Gordon nodded briefly, so she kept doing it until he made.. an almost.. feminine sound.. and shot his release all over her face. Justine opened her mouth after the initial startle and caught some in her mouth, she really loved the taste, salty but definitely of his essence.
“Fuckin' 'ell,” he spoke breathlessly, his accent broken and hard to understand if he wasn’t just using expletives. Justine was pleased with herself, not worried about spanking him because, well.. he had nodded.. right?
Gordon carefully moved down from straddling Justine, his eyes tore away from her face as he found the display fascinating and had stared at her for several moments.
“Are you alright?” he wondered, taking up a cloth and softly cleaning her face for her.
“I’m fine,” Justine answered him tiredly, a lazy smile on her lips.
“Are you sure?” Gordon asked her, starting to untie her.
“Yes,” Justine reassured him, shifting to cuddle up with him on the bed. She sighed and just melted into his embrace, Gordon let her fall asleep this time and closed his eyes.
*
Typically, he was the first to awaken and while he felt less tense and a lot more relaxed, Gordon’s thoughts couldn’t help drifting back to Krista. Sensing that he was awake, Justine blinked open her eyes and looked up at him with a nervous sort of expression. She was worried he might regret what they had done and tell Krista, blaming her for the most part of it. Gordon returned her gaze and he smiled at her, easing her fears aside for the time being.
“Good Morning,” he said softly.
“Morning,” she smiled back at him, almost cooing at his sleepy morning voice and half closed eyes that squinted with the shroud of sleep still upon his fuzzy mind, he wasn’t completely awake just yet. She tilted her head upwards slightly and he accepted the offered gesture, leaning down to kiss her lips and they lay in each other’s arms for a while longer, just relaxing and enjoying one another’s presence. Justine was trying to be careful with Gordon, she didn’t know what, if any, of his back stories were true. If they were, he’d been hurt before and she really didn’t want to do that to him. She closed her eyes, the feel of his warm body against hers and his muscular arms wrapped around her made her feel so safe, secure and loved; she could easily see why Krista loved him so. He was gentle, caring, kind, considerate..
She didn’t condone cheating on his wife, but she understood how it happened and if he asked her to back off, she most certainly would. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin his life, just for the sake of being intimate with him. Of course, if he asked her to stay, she’d be more than willing to do that as well.
“Are you hungry?” Gordon asked suddenly.
“A little,” Justine nodded. He sat up and she took in a deep breath through her nose, sighing as he left the room and laying back down again. She thought that he smelled wonderful, even before his morning shower.
Gordon took a quick shower, then made his way into the kitchen to make breakfast, feeling refreshed and actually quite happy this morning.
Justine went about tidying her room and then took a brief shower herself, finding both Gordon and her breakfast waiting for her in the dining room. She joined him and while they had previously eaten together many times before, it felt different this time, more intimate and romantic. He talked with her at length, his voice quiet and his eyes a soft, deep azure blue. Justine actually felt like, if she closed her eyes, she could actually imagine that she was married to him rather than Krista. That made her feel slightly guilty, she wasn’t here for that.
“You seem distracted,” Gordon noted and she smiled at him affectionately, he was so attentive.
“I’m just thinking,” she assured him, “and enjoying this wonderful breakfast of course.”
He relaxed and grinned back, offering her the newspaper to read first while he stood up and started to clear the table. Justine looked at the paper, but she wasn’t really reading it, she was lost in thought once again. She knew he couldn’t take her out anywhere in public, the press were always looking for a good scandal and without the children present, it’d certainly make the tabloid gossip column at least. She figured rather correctly that he would either behave as normal during the daytime hours and let his tiger come out at night, when they could be alone together and not under the scrutinizing gaze of the public or the media.
Gordon wasn’t as expert at keeping out of the gossip and scandal news as David and Iman were, but he did his best and was pretty careful most of the time. The idea was to not give them something to look into in the first place, but if you did somehow manage to slip up and find yourself in a position that could be used against you, it was important to be as stealthy about it as you could. Gordon didn’t return to the dining room, she knew his routine by now and expected he was either in the home gym room or doing a few laps in the backyard pool.
She simply leaned back and closed the newspaper, she had nothing to do while the little ones were at their grandparent’s place, so now she figured she’d have to find something else to do today. Shopping soon came to mind, she didn’t need much because she lived here like one of the family, but a few personal items never went astray and she got up to get ready for a trip into the heart of the city. She really hoped for some more of Gordon’s attention tonight, but her ass was really smarting this morning, so perhaps something a little more intimate was in order.
Justine was nearly ready to go out, she put on her perfume and was looking around for her shoes, when she suddenly squealed and giggled. Gordon had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her midsection, resting his chin on her shoulder and growling softly into her ear.
“You frightened me!” Justine scolded him with an amused grin. She turned around and gazed into his beautiful eyes, his arms still embracing her as she placed her hands upon his shoulders and leaned up. He lowered his head obligingly, kissing with her slowly and passionately. He was a very loving and affectionate man, there was no fuck and go attitude about him, he really did care about people.
“Are you headed out somewhere?” he wondered, taking notice of the way she was all dressed up.
“I was just going to do a little shopping,” Justine answered him, feeling her knees go weak at his expression of interest in her going beyond the physical. He smiled at her, touching her face gently with hands that were strong enough to effortlessly crush her own. He was such an intimidating presence, a tall and muscular male with quick reflexes and yet he never threw a punch if he could possibly avoid it. She felt completely safe with him, confirmed from last night that he’d never let it all go to his head when in a position of complete control and power over another person. There was a strong fondness inside of him, a deep and caring nature that was so contrast to his public portrayal at times and this was the kind hearted softie his friends and family got to know best. He didn’t have to ask her if she was alright last night, he didn’t need to care for her and clean her face, but he did it without prompt nor question and she respected him greatly for this.
“Alright,” he said to her, “be careful, uh?”
She smiled back at him and nodded, such respect he showed for her and yet they were doing something so very disrespectful, she felt torn.
“I’ll be back later,” she promised, kissing his cheek and he let her go with great reluctance and watched as she went out the door.
Now he was alone in the house, something he did not often enjoy since Krista had agreed to move in with him. It was an eerie feeling that just made him tense, he was a social creature, he needed to be around other people. Gordon took out his phone, needing to hear his wife’s voice but he hesitated and imagined being scolded over the phone for checking up on her, not trusting her or just plain annoying her while she took her break away from him. He sadly slid his phone back into his pocket, best not bother her or she might decide to stay away a lot longer than just the weekend. So what to do with himself? He glanced at his wristwatch and sighed, it may be the weekend for some but he still had to work. There was another hour and a half before he needed to be on set, although he had to laugh to himself because the blue and red team were being dragged out of their dorms before sunrise this morning and set to doing a remedial task before he showed up.
Gordon pulled on his boots and went out to his car, he was going to be early but he honestly had nothing better to do today. Normally, he would be fussing over his children or playing with them, or perhaps talking with Krista and tending to her if she needed anything. He hated to feel still, despised feeling useless and felt himself getting irritated before he even got to Hell’s Kitchen. He gave a long, low hum of boredom, being rich meant nothing if he was lonely and he wished that Krista hadn’t left. Gordon knew that his own travels made him homesick for his family, but it bothered him that Krista enjoyed their time apart or at least seemed to cope much better than him. Good for her, he supposed that it was better than them both being miserable without each other and he always felt welcomed home once he was done. Until recently, he hadn’t felt at all wanted by Krista and he had to wonder if this was why she enjoyed her time away from him.
Personally, he couldn’t get enough of her but she liked to keep him at arm’s length sometimes and that was fair enough, sometimes women were complicated like that and while he did not claim to understand it, he could respect it at least and try hard not to fight about it. She didn’t seem to know that he felt so lost and alone without his family, if she did then he would feel validated but so far, all she seemed to know was what she wanted for herself. Krista loved him madly, there was nobody else in the world for her, of this she was positive but he needed to learn that being on his own wasn’t the end of the world that he seemed to imagine it to be. Her reasonings were logically sound, at least in her own mind, she wanted him to feel safe and secure in their relationship even when she wasn’t around. But it wasn’t easy, Gordon had abandonment issues and they were what held him back from being able to enjoy himself completely whenever he or Krista had to go somewhere alone.
He frowned as he slowed the car down, he missed her so much.. His eyes misted over and he felt very sad, because it was too quiet without Savannah and baby David and his lovely wife in the car with him. Hell’s Kitchen soon loomed into view and he took some moments in the carpark to calm himself down, it wouldn’t do him any favors to be seen crying in front of the contestants. With a heavy sigh, Gordon left the car and went inside, sadness had no room in his kitchen and by the end of the day, had been replaced with more tension and anger than he really should have allowed..
During a break, Gordon was surprised to find Lucas waiting over by one of the cameras and he left the kitchen to wander over.
“Good to see you, Gordon,” Lucas hugged with his friend.
“What are you doing here?” Gordon asked him, “you look like you’re doing well.. “
“I am doing much better,” Lucas agreed, “but wow, look at you though!”
“Ah I’m doing okay,” Gordon spoke with a sheepish blush to his cheeks.
“Just okay?” Lucas raised a brow, “you think I didn’t see that million dollar car parked out front?”
“How are you though, Lucas?” Gordon shifted the subject, “you doing good?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” Lucas waved it away. The contestants stood around in the kitchen, watching Gordon relax in the presence of his long time friend and fellow chef.
“Did you need something?” Gordon asked him.
“Nah, just found myself in town and thought I’d drop by and say hello.. And, you know.. “ He leaned in and whispered into Gordon’s ear until Gordon pulled away, red as a beet.
“Lucas!” he hissed softly, blue eyes darting but hazy with the thoughts of what was suggested just now, “I’m fuckin’ married!”
“I know, I know,” Lucas tried to calm him down, “I’m just letting you know it’s still an option, you know, if you ever feel like you want to, maybe just for old time’s sake.. “
Gordon’s ears were red too by now and he cleared his throat, avoiding Lucas’ gaze.
“Come on, Lucas.. “ Gordon finally looked around at him again, “my wife would have my nuts!”
“I’m still not hearing no,” Lucas took a step closer, “you know where I am, if you feel like you might change your mind?”
“Yeah,” Gordon nodded quickly and left him wondering if anything might come of it.
*
That evening, Justine looked up as the front door opened and she smiled just a little when Gordon entered the living room.
“Hey,” she greeted him, as he wandered over and leaned down to kiss her briefly on the lips, “how was it today?”
Gordon sighed and seated himself next to her, she leaned into him and he obliged to put his arm around her. Justine loved the way she wouldn’t need to stand up when he walked in, he went to her automatically as he would with Krista if she were there. Either he had been raised a gentleman, or Krista had him very well trained.
“I ran into a friend,” Gordon spoke evasively, “I might go around and see him sometime, he’s in town for a couple of days.”
“Sounds nice,” Justine wriggled closer and he let her relax into him, she loved the way he pulled her closer with each of her attempts to do just that. It made her feel wanted and loved, further sparking the envy of what Krista had and was seemingly throwing back into his face but neither of them had an inkling of why she was doing this to him.
Perhaps she should have mentioned it to him, perhaps she could have used a less harsh method, but she didn’t really know what to do in order to help him get used to being away from her. She felt suffocated sometimes, she did appreciate his affection and loyalty but she needed him to simmer down and not be the excited puppy that peed itself every time she walked in the door. She wanted a nice, calm, casual glance up and smile, was that too much to ask for?
Gordon simply couldn’t help himself, when he fell in love, he fell head over heels and drowned without putting up a fight. His idea of being in a relationship was to put himself and everything he had into it, one hundred percent, no excuses to hold back or make his lover feel for even a moment that he wasn’t paying attention to them. Then there was the crying, tears were Gordon’s biggest weakness and if Krista was upset and he saw her crying, he would trip over himself just to make her stop. Tears had no business in a happy relationship, Gordon would easily sniff out the problem issues and deal with them accordingly, rather than just avoid the talking and wait for the upset to spark up and outpour all over again the next time she cried. He wouldn’t just put a plaster on it and hope it went away, he washed the wound, nursed the hurt and kissed it better. He did nothing half assed, everything had to be perfect and he’d jump right on in there with both feet in confidence that he could make it all better.
Justine was very perceptive and she had noticed it all, being privy to such behind the scenes situations that came from living in the family home and to have his complete attention in these couple of days was simply heaven itself to her. She was aware that perhaps she was simply a crutch for Gordon to lean on while Krista and his family were gone, but she held onto the knowledge of his personality and hoped that it’d continue on, even after Krista returned home. She knew this was called home wrecking, but she wasn’t planning to steal Gordon away, she just wanted to have him to herself whenever time allowed for it.
But as she cuddled up to him on the sofa and he grabbed up the can of beer she’d left there for him on the coffee table, Justine started to feel a lot more possessive than she’d intended to. The thought of Krista coming home and taking her place in Gordon’s arms, making him all doe eyed only for her, now that she’d had him to herself..
“You’re really tense, darling,” Gordon picked up on it immediately. Justine was startled by the swiftness with which he’d noticed her sudden shift in mood, but she would be lying if she said she was surprised.
“I am, just a little,” she admitted.
“Turn around then, babe,” he said, setting down his beer, “let me rub your shoulders.. “
Justine shifted and faced away from Gordon, he began to rub her back and tried to massage her shoulders. She wriggled around a little, then she stripped off her top and bra so she could really feel his hands touching her bare skin. The massage was much smoother now and more enjoyable for them both, as Justine was quite vocal and kept moaning. He ran his hands down over her exposed back, she pulled her hair aside and he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, causing her to shiver and smile. Justine closed her eyes, his knees were on either side of her but he didn’t sit on her, just straddled her while he gave her the gentle rubdown. Grazing her shoulder with his teeth, Gordon elicited a soft whimper from her. She needed him to get more physical with her, so she was trying to lure out his much desired dominant side. He felt her rub against him as she lifted her rear, deliberately teasing him and enjoying the feel of his erection through their clothes. He quietly groaned into her ear, his breath tickling her into shivering once more.
“Gordon,” she moaned his name, “please.. “
She was utterly defenseless to the growl that followed her plea, it seemed to just reverberate throughout her whole body and he could already smell that she was soaking in her panties by now. Sliding his hands down over her body, Gordon planted kisses all the way down her back until he reached her denim shorts and she wriggled out of them easily with his help. Panting with anticipation, Justine could feel him nosing at her panties and she whined softly, just moments before his tongue flicked out exploratively.
“Oh!” Justine bucked instantly, heavily sopping wet and sensitive to the lightest of touch. Gordon hummed and pushed her rear up higher, suddenly licking and teasing along her folds and tasting her readiness for him.
“Oohh.. “ Justine bucked gently, crying out loudly as he began to really open his mouth and suck firmly, “Gordon! Oohh! No!”
She squirmed and twisted, he grasped her firmly and pulled her back into position, his tongue soon slowly gliding over her panties again. Justine moaned and rocked herself against his mouth, feeling his fingers hook into her panties and drag them down until they were off. She yelped and tried to jump down from the sofa, but he caught her easily and pinned her down onto her side. Justine struggled against him, she could feel his head resting between her thighs now as his tongue got to work on her now exposed folds. His hands held her down in such a way that she could not escape, despite her best efforts to kick out at him. His relentless sucking and licking soon had her writhing in pleasure, head thrown back and mouth open to the point of drooling slightly. She begged for him to stop, her plaintive mewls almost screams by the time he attacked her sensitive nub, slick with her arousal juices and the wetness of his tongue.
Every plea he heard just made him hold her more tightly and concentrate his efforts more exclusively, until it finally happened. Justine gasped and cried out in dismay, the building up sensation within her lower regions told her she had already lost the battle. Bucking her hips, Justine surrendered to the climax that suddenly forced her body into a jolting, bucking and shaking display of submission. Her howls and gasps were pleasing to Gordon’s ears, as he continued to slowly lick her until she was no longer receptive of his offered ministrations. Justine eventually whispered her safe word, knowing he would easily just stay there between her legs until he’d licked and sucked her into another orgasm or three but not wanting to just leave him hard and with nothing to show for it. She got up onto all fours and wiggled her ass at him, enticing him as he watched her with an intent expression. He found that she smelled different to Krista but still just as pleasant, he felt the desire to dive back down there and taste of her some more but she’d spoken her safe word and he had to hold back.
“I want you so badly right now,” Justine moaned with a glance at him over her shoulder, “don’t you want me, baby?”
Gordon sat up a little more and eased out of his pants carefully, his erection making the process slightly difficult as he didn’t want to hurt himself.
“Mmm,” Justine hummed with a desperate tone to her voice, “that’s what I want big boy.. Ooohh nail me to the floor, baby!”
Gordon positioned himself behind her and obligingly straddled her, pushing her down onto the floor with her rear still lifted. Her arms splayed out onto the carpet and her breasts felt crushed into the floor under his weight, her knees were hurting but it was a pleasure pain and she could take it. He pressed his erection firmly into her folds, thrusting to rub it between her legs and Justine started to moan and buck her hips in time, feeling the head of his cock rubbing briefly over her sensitive nub with each stroke. He was such a fucking tease, he knew she wanted him deep inside of her and he smiled darkly with his lips against her cheek.
Justine suddenly darted forwards and he caught her again, dragging her up now by her hair and pulling her as she struggled to get away. He ignored her protests and took her to her bedroom upstairs. He was too strong, not that she genuinely wanted to escape anyway, Justine could only scream and kick and try to bite him as he shut the door and forced her onto the floor. Now she was on her back and gazing up at him timidly, gulping back a whimper as his eyes trailed fiercely down over her exposed breasts. He licked his lips, eager to have them in his mouth but which to choose first?
Gordon’s hesitation nearly cost him his dominant position, as Justine surged up and caught him off guard. She wrestled with him until he managed to easily shove her right back down to the floor onto her front, he was not being gentle about it either but she wasn’t asking him to. She wanted to bite him, really hard, she knew he’d like it but she didn’t want to leave a mark that Krista would find. She relaxed under the pressure he was applying to her body, so he eased off her and hauled her up onto the bed. Justine gazed up into his eyes and smiled nervously, brushing one side of his face with her fingertips. Gordon leaned down and Justine arched her back just a little, moaning as he lavished such attention onto her breasts that she never wanted it to end.
“Ohh my God, Gordonnn!” Justine encouraged him, her eyelids fluttering with the pleasure and her body responding to both his touch and the soft groans of content that escaped from him as he enjoyed what he was doing immensely. His muffled moans in response to her vocal outcries were just making her feel more desperate to have him deep inside of her, she suddenly surged up once again and this time, he let her pin him onto his back and she straddled him quickly. He gazed back at her with half closed eyes and a lazy smile, signalling he’d given her the lead role for the time being. Justine wasted no time and lifted herself up, easing herself back down again onto his rigid cock. Gordon hummed deeply, eyes rolling briefly in pleasure as she grew accustomed to his length and girth, which wasn’t easy but she was so wet that it certainly helped her to guide him in nice and deep.
One of the many perks of foreplay and something she guessed he’d have to do regardless of experience, considering his partner first and ensuring as much lubricant as possible; natural or otherwise. She started to move, slowly at first and he rubbed her thighs with his hands.
“Babe.. “ he groaned and began to thrust with her movements. Justine could tell he was lost in the moment now, it was her turn to take control and make him see stars. The trouble was, she didn’t really know what he enjoyed being done to him and she felt embarrassed to have to ask him. Taking his lead, she decided to just do whatever and if he didn’t like it, he would soon let her know. His hands had slid up over her ribs by now, she rocked against him and enjoyed the way he fondled and squeezed her breasts, before he let his hands drop down to her ass. She had to rest her own hands on his chest because he grasped her buttocks and began to bounce her, she gasped and cried out in pleasure each time he thrust upwards while she was going back down onto his cock. He was still in control, even in this position and she resigned herself to the fact that only his wife was allowed to truly dominate Gordon Ramsay.
On a whim, she dug in her nails and he sucked in a hiss that was followed by a very permissible and encouraging groan. Hesitantly, she placed her hand at his throat and gave it a firm squeeze. It didn’t affect him, so she quickly abandoned that idea and clawed at his chest again with her nails. He pushed her onto her side, moving with her to keep himself deeply inside of her. It was a new level of intimacy now, their bodies grinding and crushed against one another. Her breath on his chest, his in her hair as it came in short bursts following powerful thrusts. She reached around and squeezed his ass, he grunted and she moaned to quell his initial reaction of tensing up. Once he relaxed again, she clawed her fingernails over the lightly muscular flesh of his rear and he groaned in response.
“Gordon,” she gasped, “I..- Ooohh!”
She felt her body convulse in the lead up to her oncoming orgasm and he swore as she clamped and tightened around his thick shaft. She suddenly sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled out of her quickly, her hand instinctively going down to grasp and squeeze until he groaned and came into her palm. Her dizzying climax continued as she felt her lower regions pulsing and clamping still, as their lips met in an open mouthed kiss that soon became a passionate display of cuddling, grinding and making out. The only downside to all of this was the impending return of Krista, how would Gordon behave when she was around? Justine ran her fingers through his hair, pulling it tightly and making him groan into her mouth with pleasure. She knew he liked the hair pulling, it really seemed to excite him to an extent and she enjoyed his favorable response very much. Some minutes later, he was fussing over her once more, making sure she was alright and she smiled at his doting nature.
Even if he had hurt her, how could she possibly stay mad at him?
“You’re so cute when you make a fuss,” Justine dared to coddle him a little.
“I just care, that’s all,” Gordon pouted, in disbelief that she would say such a thing to him.
“I know you do,” Justine spoke more seriously this time, brushing his cheek with her hand, “and I appreciate it.”
He leaned into her hand and kissed her palm, Justine felt her heart skip a beat and she felt crestfallen as she realized that she was in way over her head. Likely he was just looking for company and solace in Krista’s absence, while she stupidly had to go and fall completely head over heels in love with him. She was angry with herself and to make it worse, he noticed her sudden tension and kissed her neck, just below her ear. Justine relaxed and sighed audibly, she wanted him for herself but she refused to break up his family. If what she’d learned of his past was true, it’d be the final straw to break him down without hope of ever bouncing back this time.
*
It was at breakfast the next morning when Justine felt that it was high time they had an actual discussion about their relationship, she had to know if they were both on the same page. Having woken up warm and safe in his loving embrace was enough to make her want to forget her previous morals and just go for it, but his fragile state of mind was an issue she wasn’t ready to deal with if everything suddenly crumbled down around him. She had to give Krista huge kudos for that, she’d been there when he was at the lowest point in his life and Justine simply would not have known how to deal with it herself. That’s why they belonged together, that’s why Justine couldn’t do anything to upset what those two had, but she needed to know what his thoughts were on the subject.
She looked at him and smiled, he had a dab of cream at the corner of his mouth and his brow was furrowed as he studied the newspaper silently. He’d been up since dawn and she’d arisen to the tantalizing smell of some weird things that Gordon called scones, which were eaten hot with butter or cooled with jam and cream. She’d never had them before, but found them actually very tasty and the pleased expression on his face when she went in for seconds was like a drug to Justine. To see him so happy and smiling, this is how he must feel towards Krista, she simply couldn’t get enough of his smile.
“Gordon,” Justine gently roused his attention up from whatever article had captured his complete attention.
“Yes darling?” he glanced up, eyes on her and fully attentive, she was the only thing in existence and it made her feel very important indeed.
Though he was just being polite, a habitually intent person, Gordon found it easier to look at someone when they were talking to him. Delivering bad news wasn’t easy for Gordon, his eye contact dropped considerably and he held his hands up close to his chest or face, or he simply folded his arms. Looking down and away was a force of habit for the shy at heart, something Gordon had done his best to hide from the public and whenever he caught himself avoiding eye contact and looking away, he would force himself to turn back to the situation and simply get on with it.
“What is this thing we have?” Justine wondered lightly, lifting her brows at him. Gordon looked like he wasn’t completely certain how to respond to that, she could see his mind working and calculating behind those big blue eyes of his.
“I do like to think we have something,” Gordon replied carefully, “but I can’t explain it, Justine.”
She nodded, she could accept that, she could barely explain it herself, hence the questioning of it.
“I don’t want to upset anyone,” Justine reassured him, in case he was worried she would tell Krista or blackmail him somehow, “I just enjoy our time together.. But.. Well, the thing is.. It isn’t easy for me. I think I’ve really fallen hard for you over the last few weeks, Gordon. I don’t know what to do. I didn’t mean to, honestly, it just sort of.. Happened.”
Gordon sighed heavily, his expression somewhat resigned.
“I feel it, too,” Gordon admitted and Justine sat back, her mind reeling in response to the unexpected revelation.
“You.. Wh-What?” she stammered. His expression was guilty now, for he loved Krista more than anything in the world and he knew in his heart they were meant to be together. He could not judge Justine on her sincerity, she had come to him after the fact whereas Krista had loved him when he was at his least loveable.
“I feel strongly for you,” Gordon explained, “I hate myself for it. You deserve better and so does Krista.”
“Gordon.. “ Justine was bewildered, most men would just take full advantage of this situation, use their money and influence to keep both women at his beck and call with the slim hope that one or the other would not catch on.
He looked down and away, a clear signal that he was not comfortable with the situation but he forced himself to meet with her gaze once more. She watched as his tongue flicked out and took the dab of cream from the corner of his mouth, making her feel warm and think naughty things about him.
“I don’t think we are hurting anybody,” Justine chose her words carefully, she had to or it could all go pear shaped for her, “what we have together, is just between us. It’s never going to lead anywhere and I can accept that.. I am happy just to be with you, Gordon.”
She let it sink in and fell silent, she felt that she could share Gordon with Krista, she simply had to learn how to keep her jealousy intact without Krista getting suspicious of her behavior.
“I don’t want you feeling used,” Gordon told her quietly, “or second best.. “
“I don’t,” Justine replied firmly, “I promise you, Gordon. When we are together, I feel like the most important person in the entire universe.”
He smiled at her and she felt rewarded and relieved that he’d accepted what she had just said to him, he was convinced that everything was okay, now all she needed to do was convince herself..
Later that day, Gordon was making sure everything was ready for dinner service that night. He was frustrated because it was black jackets now and they were still making some very basic mistakes that really should not be happening this close to the finale. A few of the contestants had already made flirty passes at him, both on and off camera, which he mostly ignored but it was making him want to go home and be with Justine pretty badly. This in turn made him feel aroused, because thinking of her led to some pretty heated images sneaking into his mind. If anyone noticed, they hadn’t said anything so he just continued on working until it was time for a break. He sat in his office, just to wind down and make some notes to remember for later about who did well and who had made mistakes today but he just couldn’t get his mind back on track. It was easier in the kitchen, his legendary focus was just completely switched on there but right now he couldn’t seem to get a handle on it.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.. “ Gordon swore harshly and threw down his pen, sitting back in his chair and exhaling as he ran his fingers through his hair with both hands. Without even hearing a knock, Gordon looked on as his office door opened and Simone walked in. She was a tall, leggy, red haired woman and had made more passes at Gordon than any of the others combined. Gordon wasn’t sure why she was here and he was in no mood for her games, the cameras weren’t rolling and he hadn’t been informed that anyone was coming to see him right now.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Gordon scolded her, “what are you doing? Get out!”
Simone purposefully seated herself onto the chair across from him, unbuttoning her blouse more than what she really needed to and smiling at Gordon just a little. She was nervous, he was intimidating but considered among her social circle as being ‘worth it’ - whatever the consequences would eventually be. Gordon looked at her in disbelief, shaking his head slightly as he waited for her to explain her actions.
“Chef.. “ she spoke at last, her voice a little timid at first.
“Yes Simone?” Gordon prompted her, after she failed to continue for a moment. She bit back a soft whimper, her name on his lips, his accent and the way he said it just made her terribly aroused.
“I need to tell you something about Rick,” Simone spoke more confidently now, “I don’t think he deserves to be here.”
Gordon got this a lot, it was just a way to try and get rid of the stiffer competition and he liked Rick, the guy did really well but he had to listen to her complaints as per the rules of the show.
“What’s he done, darling?” Gordon wondered, his brow furrowed curiously. His term of endearment was a general one, he used it even on people he’d never met, call it a force of habit. But Simone took it a little more personally than that and she smiled at him, her cheeks almost as rosy red as her hair.
“I’m sorry but he does something that you really need to know about,” Simone continued, “I mean, you need to know.”
Gordon sighed heavily and waited impatiently, but she was still caught up in a fantasy from when he’d called her ‘darling’ and Gordon was getting frustrated with her.
“Well just spit it out!” Gordon demanded, “what’s he done, Simone?”
She startled and cleared her throat, shifting in her chair closer to his desk, leaning over as if someone might be listening.
“He sleeps with his hands down his pants, chef,” Simone replied quietly, to which Gordon lifted his brows and she went on, “and I kid you not, chef, he doesn’t even wash his hands when we head into the kitchen.”
It was a rule that everyone had to wash their hands before dinner service, or before even entering the kitchen for that matter, so to hear this made Gordon’s stomach churn. He was a stickler for hygiene and he’d eaten things that this man had cooked, there was only the hope that Simone was lying to him just to get rid of Rick and try to secure her spot in the top four by doing so.
“That’s a very serious accusation,” he warned her.
“I know,” Simone nodded firmly, “but I’m not the only one who has seen it.”
“Then why are you the only one who has come forward?” Gordon asked her. Simone fell silent, averting her eyes for a while and fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
“Uh?” Gordon prompted her again, needing to get to the bottom of this unusual situation.
“Because,” Simone unbuttoned her blouse some more and darkened her gaze provocatively, making him very uncomfortable now, “I wanted it more.”
“W-Wanted what more?” Gordon asked, distracted by her predatory expression and body language, “the credit?”
She nodded slowly, holding his gaze and staring intently into his sparkling blue eyes. The moment his gaze broke from hers, as it often did when he felt self conscious, she was up and out of her chair, rounding his desk and stalking towards him. Gordon pushed his chair back from the desk, looking up as she drew closer and thinking that she was going to attack him with something she had hidden on her person. Simone didn’t reach for anything though, he watched her carefully but she just suddenly straddled his lap and put her hands on his shoulders. He looked into her eyes, confusion written all over his face.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked her angrily. His eyes closed briefly as she ground her hips, making sure she had his complete attention.
“Mmm,” she smiled as she hummed quietly, “chef, you’re so hard.. “
As she continued to grind herself against Gordon, Simone wondered why he kept chanting her name, until she was startled awake by someone touching her shoulder. She realized she had just been dreaming, after flopping down exhausted on the dorm room sofa.
“Thanks a lot!” she complained, “I was just having the best dream ever!”
“We know,” said Bethany, smirking, “you were moaning chef’s name just now, you’re lucky he doesn’t come up here or he might have heard you!”
Simone turned red and got up off the sofa, she really needed to take a cold shower after that. Gordon was still in his office, but Simone decided to just take that shower and count herself very lucky not to have embarrassed herself in front of him. Kevin glanced at Bethany, who shrugged and shook her head.
“She’s never going to be able to concentrate,” Bethany sighed.
“Less competition for us then,” Kevin smirked and wandered off. Bethany knew this was true, but she kind of liked Simone.. Still, it was a competition..
“I think dinner service tonight is going to be really interesting.. “ said Malcolm, also amused by this time.
“That’s putting it mildly,” Bethany agreed, looking to the bathroom door and having mixed feelings about the whole situation.
That evening, Simone was pretty nervous and kept avoiding looking at Gordon, which made him pretty angry because he considered it quite rude when he was talking to her and she answered him without even glancing up.
“Where’s the salad?” he demanded from the pass, “all this food is ready to go and we’re waiting on the bloody salad?!”
“I’m just undressing now, chef!” Simone blurted, “I-I mean I’m dressing the salad now, chef!”
Gordon looked around at her while everyone who had caught the slip up put their heads down and tried to keep a straight face, some even turned away due to being unable to hide their snickering. He looked her over briefly, slightly puzzled and Simone breathed a sigh of relief when he just went back to what he was doing.
“Salad!” Gordon called again.
“Right behind you chef!” Simone called back, bringing the plate up to the pass finally.
“Gorgeous,” he spoke approvingly and she thanked him quickly, turning bright red and walking back to her station briskly.
She was finding it difficult to focus, there was duck breast added to the menu tonight and she refused to believe that she was the only one who stopped just to pause and listen to him say ‘breast’ every time someone ordered it. Once, the duck breast was raw and she almost lost it when he pointed it out and asked them all to touch it. Then it was overcooked, he called it rubber and showed them by squeezing it angrily. She was feeling uncomfortably wet between her legs, but she didn’t want to ask him if she could visit the restroom because she knew it was a very busy night and they needed everyone in the kitchen.
Even Gordon was working up a sweat tonight and Simone kept stealing glances at him when he used his cloth to dab at the perspiration that trickled down his neck. Bethany wished that Simone would just buckle down and get on with the job, there were cameras everywhere and Gordon noticed more than he ever let on, what was she playing at by staring at him with those big, doe eyes? But with every tiny taste he took, Simone had to suppress a soft whimper at either his brief hum and compliment or the sight of his tongue as it flicked out occasionally to lick his lips with satisfaction of a meal well prepared. She went weak in the knees every single time he called out ‘service please’ because she would very much like to service him sometime herself..
“Service please!” Gordon called to the waiters just then.
“Anytime chef,” Simone responded without thinking, “I mean, yes chef! I mean.. Damn.. "
Gordon looked around at her, taking the garnish from Rick, who was struggling not to laugh.
“What??” Gordon looked very annoyed with her right then and she blushed harder than ever before.
Gordon wasn’t able to pay close attention to what she’d said, he hadn’t even been addressing her, so why did she respond to him? He caught a brief conversation from nearby about editing it out, so he figured to just forget the whole thing and focus on getting dinner service completed. Simone switched stations and after a while, Gordon was glaring at her.
“Turn it on, Simone!” he barked at her.
“I am turned on chef!” Simone called back, turning the switch, “I mean the gas is, chef.”
More turned faces and suppressed snickers, but Gordon had had enough.
“You,” he pointed directly at Simone, “come with me, now.”
He wasn’t going to take no for answer when he was using that tone of voice. Simone grew wide eyed and pale, her hands trembling as she followed him towards the pantry. Gordon looked absolutely livid, he held the door open for her, ever the gentleman even when he was pissed..
Simone jumped as Gordon slammed the door shut, he whirled around and she shrank back from his icy blue stare.
“What is with you tonight??” he demanded of her, “explain!”
She cringed at his shouting tone, prompted by his impatient stance to speak up but her nervousness just made her stammer and fail. Gordon registered that she was a little too intimidated and took a step back from her, trying to ease her tension.
“I’m sorry chef!” Simone finally found enough courage to speak now, “I’ll do better!”
But it did not explain anything to him.
“What is wrong, Simone?” he asked her, still angrily but a little more gently this time.
“I’m.. “ Simone paused, her gaze flicking to the camera briefly before she closed her mouth.
“You can say it,” Gordon reassured her, “I’ll have them edit it out later.”
Simone trusted him and she nodded.
“I’m attracted to you,” she said quietly, “I’ll try not to let it distract me again, please.. Don’t send me home, chef.”
Gordon sighed, unimpressed with the explanation but while it was just another crush to him, it was a much bigger deal to her. The trouble with falling for someone famous was the fact that you might think that you know everything about them but they hadn’t a clue about you in return, you were generally just another fan falling at their feet or making creepy passes at them everywhere they went. This was nothing new for Gordon, while he could usually walk around and do normal things that most people did, he still was spotted and asked for a photo or an autograph here and there. So he was used to hearing all kinds of crazy things, from marriage proposals to party invitations and all from people he’d never even met before who seemed to think they knew him.
“Simone, you’re one of the best chefs in the competition,” Gordon told her firmly, “I need you tonight.”
She stared at him for a moment, he looked genuinely sincere but she got the feeling he hadn’t meant it the way she had taken it just now.
“You do?” she asked softly, taking a meaningful step towards him.
“Yes,” Gordon told her, “so can you please just focus?”
Simone nodded.
“Yes chef,” she answered, stopping short as she realized now what he really was talking about. He needed her to complete dinner service and nothing more, she was crestfallen but determined to make him proud of her.
“Thank you,” Gordon breathed with relief, opening the door, “now come on!”
He let her out first, then walked back to the pass. Simone returned to her station, soft wolf whistles and kissing sounds following her every footstep as the other contestants mocked her for going into the pantry with Chef Ramsay all alone for several minutes. Gordon seemed unphased by the encounter but Simone was shaken and filled with a desire to impress, she really picked up her game and just knuckled down, ignoring the humiliation she was being sentenced to by the others. At some point, Gordon picked up on the bullying and got furious at them, putting an immediate stop to it and soon enough, dinner service was done and the show was over about an hour later.
It was all dark and he was ready to head out to his car, glancing at his wristwatch and contemplating grabbing something to eat on the way home.
“Gordon?” a sleepy voice caught his attention and he glanced around, Simone was coming down the stairs from the dorms. She was wearing her nightgown, which was two sizes too small and quite transparent.
“Is something wrong?” he asked her, catching himself looking down at her body and instantly lifting his gaze to meet with hers, only to find her smiling at him knowingly. He felt his face burning and got embarrassed, he apologized quietly and she just shrugged.
“It’s alright,” she reassured him, “I don’t mind, really.”
“Did you need something?” Gordon asked her, “I’m on my way out and you should really be sleeping right now.”
Simone nodded, it was getting late and she’d woken up almost five minutes after she’d fallen asleep.
“I had to come and see you alone,” she told him quietly, “I realized how creepy I must have seemed and I want to apologize to you. I promise it’ll never happen again.”
Gordon relaxed his shoulders and felt his tension ease.
“I appreciate that,” he pardoned her, “thank you.”
“Goodnight chef,” Simone smiled at him and walked towards the stairs, knowing he was watching her ass because she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Uhm, G’nite.. “ Gordon replied, confirming what she already knew. He resisted the temptation to go up after her, even after she glanced over her shoulder and smiled again. Gordon turned away and headed for the door, rightfully questioning her sincerity in that moment.
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