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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Wednesday, June 26th, 2013
The red team hurriedly rushes into the dorms and open their drawers to pull out whatever nice clothes they'd brought with them. I fling open my drawer to find a neatly folded black dress that was definitely not there previously. There is a small card tucked into the velvet belt of the dress. I sneakily pick it up and lay the dress in my lap, with the card between the folds of the silky fabric.
"If you've won today's challenge, please consider wearing this tonight. I used the measurements from your jacket sizing to pick it out for you. If your team has lost, it's still your gift to keep."
I feel a flutter of butterflies in my chest as I hide the card then lift the dress in front of me. It is stunning, made of silk and tied with a belt of velvet in the middle. The velvet belt came to a soft and charming bow in the back, while one side of the dress split in an alluring but elegant fashion to expose just a little leg. I'd never owned anything nearly this beautiful before. A few of my teammates notice the dress and come over to check it out. Gina's eyes bug out of her head,
"Oh my God, (Y/N), you didn't tell me you had access to high-end fashion designers!" she shouts.
Confusedly I look at the label. 'Temperly', it read. Gina squeals even higher.
"Temperly! That's a top British fashion label since like, 2000! I am so jealous!" She touches the dress and swoons.
Gordon must have spent a pretty penny to buy this dress for me and have it delivered so quickly. I try to stifle my blushing as I nod to Gina then take the dress into the bathroom to change.
I emerge just a few minutes later, looking more dazzling than I thought I ever would in my life. The red team are all dressed up for the occasion, but I surely steal the show with this outfit. I consider for a moment how silly it is that Gordon had me dressing so nice just to go to a restaurant where nothing could be seen, but who am I to complain?
We make our way down to the entrance of Hell's Kitchen, and then to the front of the limo. Gordon opens the door for us and helps us each inside. He looks strikingly handsome with a fine fitted black dress shirt and matching pants. When it is my turn to enter the limo, his eyes trail up and down my body.
"You look absolutely magnificent, love," he declares.
"T-thank you, Chef," I mutter as I try to hide my flushed face as I enter the limo, using his hand for balance.
Unfortunately, I am not seated next to Ramsay. Even more, unfortunately, Bella has found a way to scoot as close to him as possible. She is wearing a bright blue, short, strapless dress. And I am fairly certain she had foregone wearing a bra.
I try not to let it bother me, after all, he hadn't bought her a dress.
Dining in the Dark is only about 20 minutes away. Gina, who is on one side of me, keeps touching my dress and holding part of the fabric between her fingers. I know it probably excites her very much as she seems very fashion conscious, so I don't make a fuss about it.
Taylor, who is sitting across from me wearing a simple yellow sundress, pipes up to compliment Red's dress. Red is wearing a pretty pink and yellow polka dot dress that makes her look like she walked straight out of the '50s. Taylor's praise causes her to try to hide her face behind her palms as she squeaks out a "thank you!"
When we arrive, Ramsay exits the limo first then helps us out. He leads the way into the restaurant lobby and tells the host that the Hell's Kitchen competition winners have arrived.
The host nods graciously, then leads us to a door. He instructs us to each hold the shoulder of the person in front of us so that we won't stumble into each other. I take hold of Gina's shoulder, and I feel Kalyani's long and nimble fingers press softly into mine.
We enter the pitch black room. The host's voice comes from the front of the line. "Please turn to face left, then reach your hand out and grab your chair."
Following as we are instructed, we all scoot our chairs out and take our seats. Ramsay's voice sounds from somewhere to my right.
"This sort of experience is critical for an upcoming challenge, the taste testing challenge. See if you can decipher what is in each plate. It's just for fun now, but it could earn you a challenge win later," he quips.
With that in mind, the appetizers come out quickly. I try to savor the flavor, and twirl the textures around on my tongue. After a while, Ramsay asks us if anyone can name what was in what we'd just eaten.
"Was it artichoke and... trout, Chef?" comes Gail's voice from my left.
"Close, you were right about one. It was a filo pastry shell with artichoke cream and smoked salmon. Nice guess, Gail," Ramsay praises.
After a few more small appetizers and quizzes from the Chef, that familiar feeling of needing to use the restroom starts to bother me. I'm not really sure where to go, so I decide to bite the bullet-
"Chef, do you know where the restrooms are?" I ask Ramsay.
"Of course, I'll take you," he responds as I hear his chair scoot backward.
"Come with me, darling."
His hand touches my shoulder and I turn to leave my chair. Ramsay takes my hand and leads me silently to the restrooms. Once we reach the bathrooms, he releases me.
"Just head down that dark hallway a bit and turn to the right, you should see a light indicating the women's restroom. I'll wait for you to return," he says.
I quickly but carefully make my way down to the restroom and return as fast as I can to him.
"Ramsay?" I say as I re-enter the dark hallway.
Swiftly, a hand covers my mouth!
Shocked, I consider screaming when I feel hot breath tingle my ear,
"Keep quiet," he whispers.
I feel his fingers uncover my mouth and trail past my lips, down to my neck, to my shoulders and finally, his hand moves to cup one of my breasts. Goosebumps raise on my skin anywhere he touches me.
Stifling a gasp, I feel him lead me to the wall closest to us. He pushes me up against it with my back to him, squeezing and massaging my breast in his hand while his other hand slides down from my waist to my thigh, right at the slit in the dress. His fingers tease my bare skin lightly, before he pushes himself up against my back, his hand gripping my bare thigh possessively. I feel a hard erection rest between us, held back only by the thin fabric of his and my outfits.
He lets out a low grunt as he grinds his length against me, I damn the dress for keeping us apart. Sparks light up my body as I struggle to maintain balance against the wall when Ramsay pushes into me even harder. I have never felt so out of breath, elated or nervous before. He buries his face into my shoulder and I feel his soft hair tickle my cheek with each thrust. The sound of his steady yet quiet breathing entrances me as I follow his lead.
The lust is overwhelming. I can't count how many times I have to choke down my sounds of pleasure. He doesn't seem to have the same issue, as he continues silently and passionately holding me against himself. The crisp and masculine smell of his cologne washes over me. I take a moment to try to cement the intoxicating scent to memory. The sound of our clothing rustling is all that can be heard, and even then it is soft enough that I don't think it will matter if someone were to happen upon u-
Click click click
The sound of heels approach us in the hallway!
Though we are in pitch darkness, Ramsay pulls away from me. I can hear him straightening his clothes.
"Come on then, (Y/N), you sure took a while in there and the others must be wondering where we are. Hurry on!" I feel his fingers gently touch me in the dark. Quickly straightening my dress with one hand, I reach out and take hold of his offered hand. He twines his fingers with mine and squeezes reassuringly.
We both sweep past the unknown intruder on our secret foray and back to the table. Reluctantly, I release Ramsay's hand and return to my seat. The wetness of my excitement is very apparent as I sit down, and I shift uncomfortably... both because of the soaked panties and because I am still so turned on that staying still is an impossibility.
"Hello ladies, (Y/N) had a bit of trouble with her beautiful dress but we've returned!" Ramsay's voice is still slightly husky, but no one else catches on.
Taylor's voice pipes up, "poor Gail had to find the restroom all by herself!"
Dammit, Gail, she should have just held it! I can't be sure when the next opportunity I'd have to spend with Ramsay would be, but I am already craving more. I've never felt so controlled before. It is as if Ramsay knows every button to push to make me his obedient little girl. I would've done anything he wanted me to do with great pleasure.
There was only dessert left in our Dining in the Dark meal experience, Ramsay and I had missed the main course (or rather, made each other our main course). That didn't matter in the slightest, the sweetness of the dessert was the perfect cherry on top of my incredibly salacious day.
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