Chapter Twenty One

Kimmy was back amongst the Hydrangeas, scrabbling about on her hands and knees searching for her lost phone.

It had been around here where she dropped it, right? There were a lot of garden beds full to bursting pretty, pretty flowers around this big, big house and she was feeling a bit lightheaded from being out in the warm sunshine for so long.

Gosh, she had to be careful not to get a tan. She was proud of her pure porcelain complexion and didn’t want the sun to fade her shiny black hair.

At least she wasn’t hungry anymore. Kimmy had been a little surprised to discover she had eaten all the confectionery jewelry around her neck. Because hadn’t she taken like, a whole bunch of those lemon necklace thingies?

No matter, she knew where to find plenty more and right now the self-appointed P.I. was content to chew and snap the pink flavored bubble gum she had so cleverly stashed in her bra.

…and it WAS pink flavored after-all, and wasn’t that like, totally weird?

The precise flavor was difficult to describe. Kinda like candy apples but also marshmallows too? One bite could taste like fairy floss while the next fizzed on her tongue like zesty sherbet. All of which combined together to create a unique flavor that was undeniably pink.

Kimmy gave blowing a bubble a try and was rather pleased with the result.

Her plump, pumped-up lips formed a perfect, pouting ‘O’ shape and buzzed pleasantly as the rubbery gum stretched past them to inflate into a pink flavored ping pong ball before bursting and coating her violet stained lips in elasticated sweetness.

She was pretty good at that. Of course she was, she was good at everything. Wasn’t that kinda the point? She was big-time smart and everyone else was stupid.

Kimmy blinked a few times and looked around in befuddlement. She was sitting back on her heels and staring vacantly at the pink and purple flowers around her. Why was she digging up the garden beds again?

It was dirty work and Kimmy didn’t like dirt. Like, not at all.

It clung to her sticky skin and soiled romper in ugly swatches of gritty brown. She sucked her wad of gum in annoyance then blew another bubble.

*Pop!*

Golly but that felt nice on her juicy lips and calmed her frustration a little. She tugged at her loose neckline to move some cool air around. The afternoon sky was clear and growing warmer. Kimmy could feel a flush of heat spreading across her modest bust as she puffed a stray caramel lock of hair out of her face.

Caramel lock? That couldn't be right. The heat must be getting to her.

She needed to find, like, a cool spot of shade and somewhere to clean herself off before she started to sweat. Being both sweaty and sticky would be too much icky grossness for one day.

Standing up and looking around she noticed a quaint gardener's shed not too far away. It actually looked more like a small rustic timber cottage with a gabled roof and shuttered windows tucked behind some trellis covered in climbing pink Mandevilla vines.

The flavor pink was, like, totally everywhere when you really thought about it, Kimmy mused as she absently blew another bubble and trotted off towards shelter.

*Pop!*

Levi was tucking the dust rag in his back pocket when he wandered into the kitchen. He had hoped to find Alina or Kitten there but wasn’t too worried. What he wanted most at that moment was something cool to shrink and maybe a snack.

Moving dusty old boxes tended to parch the ol’ throat and work up an appetite.

The cooking space was immaculately clean as always. Alina kept an impeccably tidy house and with the addition of Kitten with her ever-present feather duster, that task was only getting easier. Levi was glad his beloved Lioness was getting help with the chores. The home was rather large and she was the only one person.

The stainless steel fittings and fixtures all gleamed and shone while the marble and glass was as spotless as a showroom display. The six burner stove looked as though it had never been used and everything was in its proper place. The young man appreciated the orderly nature of the house in general as an anxious personality, it was soothing to know that things were as they should be.

Except Levi hadn’t taken his medication in days. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he returned home. Home being his overworked mother’s place down the street, not here in this palatial residence where he was playing lord of fuckboy manor with the intoxicating Russian widow.

But he must have gone home at some point. Levi had gone to college this morning with his textbooks and supplies all neatly arranged in his usual satchel bag. His mother worked demanding hours as a sales manager for a global export and supply company which meant they could go for days without face-to-face contact. They often passing each other like ships in the night but surely…

Levi’s internal meanderings slowed to a halt as an enticing odor tickled his sensitive nose.

It was the cock-stirring spice of feminine arousal and something sweeter. Something richer.

Something creamier.

Sniffing about like a hunting hound and licking his chops, Levi followed the scent trail to the large double-door fridge and carefully swung it open. He was learning to be mindful of his new-found strength.

It was entirely empty, featureless glass shelves bare but for a single large mixing bowl sealed with plastic wrap. Inside it was a familiar milky pudding topped in a layer of chocolate ganache. Levi frowned, trying to remember the last time he saw Alina cook or consume anything more involved than a cup of coffee or the occasional glass of wine.

All that came to mind was the delicious Ptichye Moloko which silently beckoned at his rumbling stomach from within the unoccupied cooler. Setting aside all other concerns for later consideration, he lifted the surprisingly heavy bowl and set it on the center kitchen island before tearing off the filmy covering.

It glistened enticingly up at him and Levi practically drooled over the delicious treat before lowering his face and gently lapping at the top chocolate layer. The mild earthy bitterness of the cocoa paired perfectly with the milky ambrosia below it and he dug in deeper, submerging his stubbly jawline into the gelatinous mass to ravenously grunt and gulp down great mouthfuls of delectable dessert.

His hands were planted firmly on either side of the glass dish, which had to hold at least six liters of the creamy delicacy, as he worked his shaggy head from left to right to lick up the sides of the mixing bowl and capture all he could on his rough, elongated tongue.

It stuck to his rugged cheeks and furry chin, it caked the lower half of his face in a beard of gooey white goodness shot through with streaks of chocolate brown until, finally, it was all gone and Levi purred out a deep rumble of satisfaction.

His stomach felt stuffed full and a warm sensation of drowsiness began to wrap him up in its blanketing folds. Soft hands touched his back as he swayed on his feet and comforting arms wrapped around his broad torso to guide him gently to the cool tiles of the floor.

“It’s okay, Master. Everything will be fine, just as the Mistress said it would be.”

“I am here, Darling. Rest easy and let your beloved Alina sing for you…”

Then a gentle, lyrical tune filled his ears and, safe in his mature lover’s arms, Levi surrendered to the siren's song of sleep.

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