Bound To Him

Sara and Blake reached Blake's villa. It was empty, the maids had gone home for the day. Sara was wondering how they were going to have dinner, "Maybe we'll order take out, or the maids have probably prepared something." 

Sara went to freshen up in the upstairs bathroom, and as she came down she noticed that the dining table was still empty.

"Blake …," she called out.

"I'm in the kitchen," said a muffled voice. So, she went into the kitchen to find Blake wearing a grey apron and cooking. She was surprised, who could imagine the great Blake Anderson knew how to cook.

"You can cook?" Sara raised an eyebrow.

"Come here, taste this sauce," Blake said as he gestured with the spoon. Blake was preparing the sauce for the spaghetti.

Sara stood beside him and tasted the sauce.

"Mmmm, this is yummy.. ", she liked the sauce and was not exaggerating. If the sauce was already this good, then she can just imagine how the spaghetti will taste.

Sara had tasted food from all over the world and had eaten food prepared by Michelin chefs. But this sauce was out of this world. There was something different about this spaghetti sauce.

"Did you like it?" Blake asked with a smile. Seeing the content expression on Sara's face he really felt good.

"Yup," Sara nodded her head like a child.

Blake's smile widened, when Sara was happy because of him, he felt good. All the aristocratic heirs have learned how to cook, and for the first time in his life, he felt proud of learning this skill.

"There is sauce on your chin," Blake said.

"Oh," Sara wiped the sauce from her face, but Instead of wiping it off, she spread it more.

"No, not there," Blake said, wiping the sauce with his thumb. She did not expect him to wipe the sauce himself.

After wiping the sauce, Blake did not remove his hand, instead, he started to rub his thumb on her cheek, Sara felt tense, and started breathing heavily.

Slowly moving his thumb across her face, he touched her lip. Sara closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his thumb on her lip.

Her lips felt so soft, and Blake wanted a taste.

He kissed her as he placed his arm around her waist. Her lips were as soft as he imagined them to be, he was addicted, and he wanted to taste more of her, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, demanding her to kiss him back.

Sara never imagined their second kiss to be this explosive. His kiss ignited every fiber in her being, she twined her fingers through his soft silky hair to pull him closer, just like him, she could not get enough. She was moaning as his hands moved and explored her back 

There was a burning smell in the air, the sauce was burning, but they were both oblivious.

'Stop!' Sara said breathlessly against Blake's mouth while Blake ignored everything around him, all he wanted to do was kiss Sara mindlessly.

"Blake, we need to stop," Sara said more seriously this time, she wedged her hands between them and pushed him back.

Blake backed up and stared at Sara, her lips were swollen, and her face was flushed, a warm feeling spread through him, knowing that this was the effect of what he did. He smirked, waiting for her to look at him.

She couldn't look back at him, she had behaved with wild abandon, and now she felt shy. It took her a moment to return her heart rate back to normal. 

Sara looked behind him, and a plume of smoke was coming up from the stove, "Oh my gosh the sauce is burning!" she yelled.

Blake switched the stove off, the sauce was almost burned down to the pot.

"Oh no, it's fully burnt, we cannot eat it anymore," Sara said sadly.

"Don't worry, I can make it again," he said as he took the pan and placed it in the sink, under the water.

"Wait! Let me wash it," she said.

"You don't need to, leave it, the maids will clean it tomorrow," he instructed.

"It's getting late, if you cook more sauce, then it will take more time. I think I'll just go home," Sara said.

Blake wanted Sara to spend the night, but that was too straightforward, he knew she would say no. 

"I'll order take out, It'll take 30 minutes, then I can drop you off after," he suggested, wanting to spend more time with her, for once he wanted to be selfish.

"Okay, fine, I'm getting very hungry, so make it quick okay," she said. After the hectic day they had, she wanted to eat something delicious to fill her stomach.

Blake ordered Mexican food, and since he was a powerful and famous person. The VIP section was reserved for him in all the top restaurants, and within 20 minutes, the food was delivered.

He offered to drop her off, but she said she had already booked a cab, so they waited until the cab arrived. When he walked back into the house, he felt like something was missing, or was it, someone.

He had always liked his privacy, that's why he never stayed with his family. As soon as he turned 18, he moved out to this villa that was gifted by his dad.

Sara had visited his house for two separate days yet, he felt that she brought happiness into it, and as soon as she left, he felt that it was too silent.

He went to the sofa, touching the spot where she set, and automatically a smile formed on his face.

Sara was lying on her bed after finishing her nighttime routine when her phone beeped. It was a message from Blake, "I promise I cook you a five-course meal one of these days."

Sara chuckled. Blake just promised to cook for her, which made her remember the taste of the sauce, her mouth started to water even though she had a big plate at dinner. She was eager to taste his food, she knows that it would taste very good.

"Looking forward to it," Adding a smiley face, she hit the send button. Sara went to sleep with this happy feeling and a smile on her face.

On the other side of the world, the atmosphere was fully dark. A car had stopped somewhere, "Sir this is as far as the car can go, you have to walk from here on," the driver said.

Joaquin silently got down from the car and wore a cap and black shades to hide his identity. Only a few people know about this place, it was occupied by tribe people. 

It was very dark, and as Joaquin walked through the rocky terrain he fell and hit his knee on a sharp rock. He was bleeding, but he did not mind. Branches from brambles and bushes scratched his face and arms, yet this did not deter him from moving forward.

A man who was covered from head to toe with bones blocked the way, on his hand he was holding a torch. "I am here for the Master," Joaquin said.

This particular tribe had supernatural powers not known in this world. These are descendants of a family of witches that dates back to more than a hundred years. They did not want to reveal their secret to anybody because they were afraid that people would either take advantage of them or kill them.

Some powers were too dangerous to be released, they bring chaos to the world. Initially, they helped people, but the outsiders killed a few of the tribe people, and slowly the population of the tribe decreased.

They wanted to protect the tribe and continue the heritage and keep the remaining tribesmen safe. So they went into hiding and never allowed any outsiders into the tribe again. They eliminated any threat.

Joaquin knew that they don't allow anyone, so he took a dried leaf and handed it to that big man. On the dried leaf, something was written in Latin, after reading it, the guy made a weird sound.

Joaquin had met a few people who were very cruel and dangerous as he was, and they told him about the tribe and when he asked how to meet them. They gave him the address and wrote on a dried leaf, they told him to show the leaf, if he wanted to enter the place.

Another person came, and they conversed in their tribal language. After a few minutes, the other person told Joaquin to follow him. And they walked toward a tent, to which he was told to wait outside. 

Joaquin was getting impatient. He never waited for anybody, he always thought that everybody should wait for him. After all, he was the king of Cadiz, he needed these people for his plan to work.

The person came out after fifteen minutes and told Joaquin to go into the tent, he took a deep breathe and entered the tent.