Chapter 14

Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he watched her. Taker wasn't cold and had divested himself of unnecessary clothing. He wore steel toed boots and black jeans, his hair held back with a bandana as he needed to go down into the basement to get everything prepared for when his toy did wake up. But first... he had wanted to see what she was up to. Cooking... the woman who had a freezer filled with frozen pizzas could cook? He felt the side of his mouth hitch upwards.

Tahlia was constantly surprising him.

Quietly, he crept up behind her, hearing the music and planted his hands on her hips, not surprised when she whirled around with that peeler and caught her wrist before she could take off his face. Dropping the peeler instantly, Tahlia stared back at him wide eyed and felt his hand release her wrist. She could've taken his eye out!

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" She hissed quietly, taking the ear buds out of her ears and shoved them in her pocket, aware his hands were still on her waist. The potatoes were only half done and suddenly, they were the furthest thing from her mind. "Paul needed a break, that's why I'm doing this, in case you were wondering."

Her hair was currently pulled back in a tight bun with just little wisps clinging to her forehead, since she had to wear the heavy robe during the Royal Rumble earlier that night. Then Tahlia noticed he was bare from the waist down and had to fight back the hunger boiling inside of her. They hadn't had sex since those two days in New York City and Tahlia had avoided him, if she was being honest, when it came to sex.

"Dinner should be ready soon."

"Providing you don't attack anyone else." He snorted, peering over her shoulder and nodded. Food, real food and not fast food or greasy diner grub, sounded delicious and another wicked smirk spread across his face, his acid green eyes lighting up. "And for dessert?" Taker bent down, running his tongue up the column of her throat to her earlobe, nipping at it. "What's on the menu for that, hmm?"

A shiver shot through her body at the feeling of his tongue and Tahlia smirked, beginning to cut the potatoes up so they would boil faster, dropping them in the pot of water. "I don't know. I didn't really think about that, but I'm sure I could come up with something." Her voice had dropped a low seductive pitch, feeling his arms tighten around her while he continued teasing her neck. "If you have something in mind, I'm open to suggestions." Never once did she stop cutting the potatoes and hoped a couple pounds would be enough to feed everyone.

His massive hands moved down to cup her backside, giving it a firm squeeze. "I have a few ideas." But they'd have to be expounded upon later, he had to go finish up downstairs. "Keep to the first two floors, Tahlia. Everything above that is unsafe." He warned her, reluctantly stepping away. This building would be torn down soon enough, but for now, it would be safe for what they wanted it for.

Mideon slinked away from the doorway before either could turn around, his mind mulling that interaction.

"Okay. Be careful." Tahlia knew he would be annoyed by her concern over him, but Mabel genuinely scared her. He wasn't a small man, one of the biggest in the WWF currently and didn't want Taker's face crushed again. "I'll come get you when dinner's ready."

At his curt nod, Tahlia stuck the earbuds back in her ears and began playing her music again, finishing up the meal. It would be edible and good, only because Paul had done the prep work. Tahlia could cook, she just preferred to relax whenever she had the chance to go home and slaving over a hot stove wasn't appealing…at all.

His work in the basement went rather fast. Taker had overseen, personally, the pouring of the concrete, makeshift pillars that stood alone save for their anchor in the floor, that Mabel would be chained too. Then a cage surrounded him. He wasn't risking anything and... he was a little spiteful. Broken orbital bones hurt. When the chains were in place, Taker got the large dolly and began the process of carting the large man over. Not an easy process by any means, but the dolly helped relieve a lot of the weight. By the time Mabel had been chained up and the cage locked, he was glistening with sweat.

An hour later, dinner was finished since the pork chops had to bake a little while longer. They were thicker than normal. Tahlia went to tell everyone and was surprised to see Mideon already asleep. Shrugging, she left him be and figured he'd wake up to eat when he was ready. The Acolytes were the first in the kitchen, followed by Paul and Tahlia offered to make him a plate. He waved her off, patting her cheek affectionately and she watched him closely, monitoring him from a distance. She nodded silently to Bradshaw, who caught her eye and left the kitchen once she was sure the boys would keep an eye on him while she tracked down Taker. He was on the second floor in his room, so Tahlia headed up there and tapped lightly on the door, waiting for the approval to enter.

"Dinner's…" Her voice trailed off at the sight of him dripping with sweat and Tahlia immediately averted her eyes, very tempted to offer to give him a tongue bath. "Dinner's ready whenever you want to eat." She turned, heading back downstairs.

"What's for dinner?" He asked, seeing the sigh in her shoulders as she turned around, keeping the amusement off his face and out of his tone.

He gestured at her to follow him as he stepped into the bathroom, turning on the sink and waiting for the water to run clear before washing the sweat off, meeting her gaze in the cracked, dingy mirror. The jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, because he had other places to clean up as well. Sweat was no one's friend and he did not miss the way her eyes followed the trail of water down his chest.

"Tahlia?"

She had to pull it together, he was just a man with an incredible body and…dear lord, the vision of her tongue running up the length of that stomach…Tahlia had to learn how to breathe again. "Chops, pork chops. Mashed potatoes and veggies." Get a grip idiot, she mentally chastised herself and tore her gaze from his body to look around the bathroom, seeing the grime caked on the floor. "Do you want me to make…Mabel a plate?" She offered softly, trying to get her mind on anything else except tearing the rest of this man's pants off and jumping on him. "I could make you one too, if you want. You look bushed." Reaching up, she swiped a drop of sweat from his cheek and popped her finger in her mouth, savoring the taste.

"I doubt Mabel is going to want to eat anything... when he wakes up. He'll be out for at least the next 12 hours." He had done the math on the weight versus how much sedative and this time, coupled with that punch, Mabel would stay asleep. "Besides... I'm not feeding him until I know how he'll react when he comes too." Taker wasn't above torturing someone and stared intently down at her. He stepped out of his unlaced boots and hoisted her up over his shoulder, smacking her ass. "Dessert first." He growled possessively.

What they did behind closed doors was their business and nobody else's. Even if the Ministry knew about their sexual activities, Tahlia wouldn't deny herself pleasuring this man. She squealed out, not expecting him to lift her over his shoulder and reciprocated by biting into his neck. Not hard, but enough to heat his blood. Hers was already molten lava just being near him in all of his sweaty glory. Feeling her back hit the bed, Tahlia felt his mouth devour hers and slid her hands up his sides to his chest, every part of his body healed from the burns. Using leverage and the strength in her legs, Tahlia turned the tables to where she straddled him and broke the kiss between them. Removing her shirt, Tahlia hovered her mouth over his and denied him the kiss, instead lowering her head to start the exploration of his muscular chest.

"Dessert first indeed." She purred, sliding a finger down his chest and reached up to undo the bun her hair was in, letting the blackish purple tresses spill down her back and over her shoulders.

His response was to capture her jaw in one strong hand and force her head back up. He plundered her mouth, taking what he would and let go after they were both breathless. "You may proceed." He rumbled huskily, seeing the glazed look in her amber eyes and knew it was likely the same with his. Taker would let her explore, for now, until he was ready to take over. He folded his arms behind his head, watching her intently and groaned when she purposefully brushed her hand against his straining cock, tempted to reach down and free it from its prison. "Wicked, Tahlia..."

"I can be." She conceded, nipping at his lower abdomen and traced the BSK Pride tattoo with her tongue, gently stroking him through the confines of his jeans. He said dessert and she could use a protein shake, amber eyes nothing more than liquid gold. "Mmm…" Tahlia slipped off his body and pushed him back down when he went to sit up, shaking her finger at him. "Let me pleasure you, Taker."

Pulling his jeans off, she kneeled before him on the bed and enjoyed how his cock stood at full attention because of her. She knew it was her administrations causing his erection and felt a power rush over her. This was the only time she would have remotely any power over Taker and took full advantage of it, gliding her tongue over the tip to taste the pre-cum that'd formed. Mine, she thought, knowing better than to say that aloud and continued teasing him, licking him up and down like a popsicle.

Some women liked being dominated while they were sucking cock. Some women would bite and he had no idea what kind of woman she was. Given her submissive ways when it came to their relationship outside the bedroom... she might bite. Taker knew she wasn't a pushover, she viewed deferring to him as part of her role as his lesser. One hand gripped the sheet behind him when he felt her tongue on him like she was a lolly, the other was inching its way to her hair.

Whatever he did to her, Tahlia would never hurt him or bite him, prepared for the consequences of her actions. He tasted incredible, her eyes closing to relish the feeling of his cock against her tongue and made sure not to use her teeth. His hand burying in her hair made her moan against him as she began slowly swirling her tongue around the tip. He hardened more against her touch and tongue if that was possible, the veins popping out to touch her palm. It wouldn't be long before he climaxed and Tahlia wanted to swallow him whole, looking up at him to lock molten gold on dark forest green.

Her eyes told him silently she would finish him off as her mouth opened wider to take as much of his girth as she possibly could. He was huge, there was no way she would fit his entire cock into her mouth and Tahlia thanked the stars for not having a gag reflex. It'd fit, but she'd probably have split lips and a sore throat... he was considering it, knowing with a little easing, she could take him balls deep in that luscious mouth of hers. Maybe another time, when Taker could position her and make it easier; first time always deserved a bit of consideration.

"Fuck, Tahlia..." He growled, fisting his hand in her hair, wrapping the silky tresses around his hand, his hips arching up to meet her lips as she showcased a set of skills he had definitely not recruited her for.

During their time in her apartment, Tahlia had stuck straight to screwing and let Taker have foreplay, if he wanted. He'd tasted her pussy quite a bit, so it was only fair she did the same to him. Sliding her hand up his glistening chest, Tahlia worked her mouth up and down his length, digging her nails into the middle of his chest and moaned uncontrollably. It wasn't called a job for nothing, but it was one she definitely wanted to give.

She wanted to make Taker feel worshipped, needed and desired the same way he made her while they were in her small studio apartment. He had done the majority of the exploring and worshipping, treating her better than she could ever fathom. Reaching down, her soft hand fondled his balls while her nails slid down his abdomen and bobbed her head up and down his cock faster, driving him even deeper into her mouth to where his tip brushed the back of her throat.

If she kept that up, Taker was likely to drown her in semen. He could feel his balls tensing, knowing he was moments from exploding and grit his teeth. It was a battle of his will versus her worship of him. And that was exactly what it felt like, Tahlia was worshipping with her mouth, tongue, her hands... his eyes rolled into the back of his head and everything coiled in him.

"Tahlia!" He got out through grit teeth, letting go of her hair before he tore it out and brought his fists down on the mattress, not caring who heard what came next as he exploded into her willing mouth.

Slamming her eyes shut, Tahlia was prepared for the eruption in her mouth and swallowed all of him, forcing it down her throat. It was a lot, way more than she anticipated, but not a single drop was wasted. Her nails raked down his thighs, a shudder overtaking him from the aftershocks of his climax and Tahlia moaned, finally reluctantly pulling her mouth away from his sagging cock, breathing heavily from the workout she just had. She sat back on her haunches, wiping the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb and pressed a soft kiss to his navel just above the place she'd thoroughly pleasured.

"Mmm…" Nuzzling his stomach, Tahlia stayed there for a few minutes and breathed him in, sweat and all, calming her raging body down.

"Good girl." He murmured, caressing her hair with his rather limp hand, feeling his heart still racing and aftershocks sending tremors through him.

Taker imagined she hadn't expected that much and he hadn't either, to be honest. Apparently, she worked him up without realizing it. He stretched, testing out his limbs before grabbing her by the shoulders and hauling her up the length of his body, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss, not minding the taste of himself on her tongue.

"We're not finished, Tahlia." He promised huskily. "Not by a long shot." He was already rising to the occasion again.

"Didn't think we were, Taker."