Chapter Fourteen
Late that evening, Kate opened the door to Chase’s house, exhausted, drained, and terrified at what she’d find when she walked inside. She had pushed Chase more than she had a right to, had taken her kiss with Jake too far. And now that her anger had cooled, she was sorry.
It didn’t help that Chase had warned her she’d hate him as a boss. He’d been very, very clear on that, and she had ignored his warnings. He’d never gone into any detail about how he felt about her, ever, but she thought she’d read that he cared in the way he kissed her after he’d given her multiple orgasms, the way he held her tight, as if he was afraid to let her go. The way he’d refused to force himself on her and instead made love to her, claiming her like he’d never claimed her before.
She shut the door and leaned against it, listening. It was late. They’d kept her forever with their notes, tests, gadgets, advice. Jake had sat with her, holding her hand as she said nothing, just absorbing what she had to do to come home.
To what, though? Chase didn’t want her, had only fucked her to get her ready for this. And as if on cue she’d think about this during the day and Chase would pop in, see her hand in Jake’s and then walk away, and that made her even more sad.
It shouldn’t kill her that Chase had known the extent of the plan—hell, the plan had been his—but it did. He knew, right from the moment he’d taken her virginity, where this mission was going. He’d handed her over to Jake, watched as Jake worked his magic, allowing her to slowly adapt to him so she could do this. None of it was right. Normal. Yet, he’d done it all behind that stupid mask of his, so unemotional, uncaring.
God damn Chase. She wanted him to care. She needed him to show it. She needed him to be sorry. There had to be something there that would prove that her love for him was justified. That he was the man she believed him to be, just hidden, unable to surface.
Chase came out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag, pausing as he entered the foyer. She met his eyes and wished she could read him better. Par for the course, she had no idea what he was feeling. No idea if he was gearing up to say he was sorry or to boot her to the curb or just turn his back and walk away, because she was expendable.
He stood, so still, as if he were stone instead of the man she loved. He was always so beautiful, even in plain old jeans and a polo shirt, an apron covering most of him. What should she do? Turn and run—that’s what she wanted most.
No, she wanted to sink into his arms and cry and wish the hands on the clock would turn back to that first weekend when he so sweetly made love to her for the first time and looked at her as if she were a special gift, just for him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, to break the ice, honestly sorry she’d pushed the boundaries.
An expression flitted across his face, too quick for her to name. He yanked off the apron and tossed it into the kitchen. He crossed the foyer and pulled her to him, kissing her, his mouth fierce, hard, more than demanding. Desire exploded inside, the shock waves vibrating through her limbs, the impact triggering her need. Dampness pooled between her thighs, her pussy instantly ready for him.
She opened her lips to him, letting him take whatever he wanted. He ripped the buttons from her shirt, kissing her neck, his mouth hot, sliding to her breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging her nipple, his hands yanking at her jogging pants. She helped him, kicking free from her pants, then her underwear. She undid his pants, and his cock sprang free, hot, ready, and insistent.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked a step to the door. He leaned her against the wood and guided her down on his cock, sheathing himself deep in her pussy in a single thrust.
It felt so good, right down to the slight burn as he stretched her quicker than usual, having him bare, slick, and hot inside her pussy. He stilled a moment, his breathing ragged, steamy against her neck. Then he thrust again, once, twice and he shuddered as he came.
She pressed his head to her neck, holding him, her legs gripping him tightly, tears blurring her vision. This was Chase, her lover, and he cared. He didn’t say it, but he had shown her with how urgent he’d been, how quickly he came—wanting to possess her, unable to wait to claim her. If she allowed herself the luxury, she could make the leap that maybe he loved her just a little. But knowing he cared was enough.
“How soon before dinner,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder.
“An hour.”
“Then why don’t you take me upstairs and make me come? Or take me to the sofa, or the tub. Somewhere where there isn’t a doorknob in my leg.”
He smiled against her neck and kissed her there, tickling her skin. He slid her to the side, away from the knob. “I don’t want to put you down.”
“Then carry me to the bed, sofa, tub, shower, kitchen counter. Wherever.”
He carried her to the living room and they tumbled to the sofa. He flipped her until she sat on top of him, his cock still deep inside. So unreadable still, despite the passion he’d just shown her.
“Isn’t that better?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her neck, his hot mouth slipping down to capture her nipple. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the path his lips took. Then something beeped in the kitchen, and he patted her hip, signaling her to let him up. She scooted off and he rose, tugging his pants over his hips, and went to check whatever he needed.
He returned a moment later, looking far less stressed, but guarded. “After dinner, I suppose I should let you shower and whatever else you need to do, so you can sleep and be refreshed for tomorrow.”
“I don’t think so,” she whispered. “I plan on spending the night making love to you. All night.”
“Kate—”
“What do you think Jake is doing right now? He told me he was going to the club and getting laid. I could join him, if you tossed me out.”
Chase didn’t answer, which was odd, because usually any mention of Jake got a reaction, so she said, “I’m tired of my boss butting his nose in where it’s not wanted. My lover met me at the door tonight—unlike my boss, he’s scared as hell. I can feel it. I’m scared as hell.
“But I’m not going to bed like a good girl because that’s what would make my boss happy. Fuck him. He doesn’t care if I return or if I fuck Jake or any of that. But I think you do.”
Chase swallowed and nodded once, but he didn’t meet her eyes. He stared off, trapped inside his own personal hell. She knew that hell, and she wished he’d share it with her. But he wouldn’t. Ultimately, he was the boss. Always the boss.
If he was going to be lost, then she’d find him the only way she knew how. Through sex. “Then feed me, and then make me scream your name over and over. Your pleasure. I can take control or you can. Whatever you need. I’ll sleep on the plane.”
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Chase fed Kate as instructed then led her upstairs, angry with himself. He’d practically raped her in the doorway, unable to control himself, unable to wait. After the control he’d shown the night before during their role-play, he couldn’t believe he had lost every shred he’d ever owned.
She’d been so lost when he walked into the foyer. So scared because there was no way she could even guess what she’d find. He gave her credit for coming home. He couldn’t have done it if the roles were reversed. Yet she’d stood there like a cornered kitten, terrified but unable to flee, whispering that she was sorry.
She was sorry. As if she had reason to be. Her reaction in his office had been expected—strong but expected to some degree. If she hadn’t blown, he would have doubted that she loved him.
As he had stared at her, in the foyer, he had found himself tongue-tied. He couldn’t even find the words to express how he felt, how scared he was, how much he loved her, so instead he’d gone with the base feeling—lust. He had wanted her, wanted to own her, possess her, and now it embarrassed the crap out of him.
But more importantly, after losing control like that, he needed to take it back. Though he no longer feared hurting her and didn’t need to go to that extreme, his base need was still there. He had to control her. She had to submit to him.
The need was fierce, consuming, and if he didn’t take her to the dark side he had so avoided to this point, he knew he’d have to leave—right now—and find someone else to control. He needed her to be a part of that control, because he loved her too much to leave. But he didn’t know if the Emma left in her could handle the intensity.
“Chase, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She grabbed his hand as they entered the bedroom. “You haven’t said a word since I came home.”
Always like a woman, wanting to talk. She wanted honesty? Disclosure? Here it was, baby. “I need to be in control tonight. Do you understand?”
“Maybe.” She released his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands between her thighs. “If this is about how you met me in the doorway—”
“Yes.” He swallowed, then shook his head. It wasn’t just about the doorway.
“No, this is about what I need. You want me to make you scream my name. I need to be in control to do that. Complete control, because there’s not one single area of my life where I am in control right now. I need to have you between my thumb and forefinger, your orgasm mine to give or deny. There is nothing right now that is between my thumb and forefinger. I am floating in the wind here, and I can’t do that anymore.”
“I make you lose control.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. “You resent me because I make you lose control, don’t you?”
“Sometimes.” He took off his shirt. “No one has ever made me lose control like you do. I don’t know what to think half the time. And if it’s not here, it’s at work. I have no control over this mission. I have no control over you even at work, no control of what Jake does, and I hate it. I wish at times you were nothing, no one, because I could send you away and not care.”
“I’m sorry.” Kate was a deer in the headlights again. She should be excited. He had just admitted that he cared. But somehow, it didn’t feel at all sexy, not when she sent him to this place, wishing she were nothing instead.
She trembled slightly and followed the motions of his hands as he finished shedding his clothes. She didn’t think his admission was a good thing, not with how quietly he moved around the room, arranging this, picking up that. He went to a drawer and opened it, and then removed something—a strap of some sort.
“On the bed,” he whispered, holding the strap in front of him.
“Restraints.” She trembled as she stared at him. She’d been restrained in training, made to swim with her hands behind her back, and she had hated it. But he’d held her hands down last night when he first tangled with her, on the couch. She’d loved the feeling of being trapped and at his mercy. If he’d make her come over and over, she’d do as he asked. If he’d hold her afterward.
“Do you trust me?” The leather cuffs and chains jingled in his hands.
“Which of you is here?”
“Not the boss.” He unbuckled one restraint, the leather sliding through his hands.
“Then yes, I do.”
He looked at her then, his gaze cold. “It hurts that you can’t trust all of me.”
It was the most honest thing he’d said all evening. But Kate couldn’t trust him, not as her boss, not when that part of him would send her to die and think nothing of it. “You tell me how I can trust the boss after today, Chase. Honestly. How can I?”
“I warned you.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. She could get her head around the fact that he was two people, essentially. He was her boss and he was her lover, and this job made them so different… Eventually, though, the boss would win. And she wouldn’t trust any part of him here, in the safety of his bedroom. “We’re not going to make it, are we. Not me. Us.”
He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I can’t talk to you about this—any of this—until this fucking mission is done. You have to understand that. There are things I can tell you and things I can’t, and I’m afraid if I start, I’ll tell you everything. And I can’t.”
He opened his eyes and these emotions she understood. Desperation, fear and absolute hopelessness. She wanted to run to him, soothe them away. But the mask fell into place, his features schooled to cold perfection. Hard, yet devastatingly handsome. A perfect study of control.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he refused to meet her gaze. “I need your consent for this. Will you allow me control? Will you submit to me?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Do you know what a submissive is, does?”
“Yes, sorta. Is this what we did last night?” Would he force her tonight? Was he finally over whatever it was that kept him from claiming her that way?
“No. That was role-play, and though I was in control, tonight will be different.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Last night I was in control because I was stronger than you, and it feeds a need for control in some people, but it’s not something I need anymore. But there are ways for me to get what I need.
“Tonight, you will be my submissive. You will do everything I say, obey every command, give me every ounce of your power. Every megajoule. My job will be to pleasure you in ways you’ve never dreamed, but you will pay a price. Being submissive leaves you vulnerable because you will give me everything.
“However, you will have the ultimate control. You can stop the scene with a safeword, and I will have to stop. I have to be careful not to push you too far, not to take too much, to watch your reactions to make sure you’re right where I need you to be. It’s a fine balance, but I’ve walked it many times, and I know how far I can go. That’s why I had to know if you trust me.”
“I don’t know if I’m a submissive.” She stared at the cuffs again, afraid. This Chase was too close to the boss persona, and suddenly she saw the crossover point. He was asking her, by making her do this, to cross that line to let the boss in. The boss she didn’t trust one iota.
“You come when I tell you to, love. It’s more than that, but you’re submissive.”
“You need this,” she whispered, not a question. That’s why he went into boss mode, because at work, he was in control, and he was damned good at it. Maybe, though, being Dominant, as he called it, was a part of that, and the two were closer than she thought.
He nodded. “Yes. And you need to know what you’re in for. You wanted to know if we were going to make it. You need to see this side of me, and know if you can take it, if you enjoy it. This is a part of what I need, and if I can’t get it from you, I’ll find it somewhere else. I can’t do that to you.”
“Last night—”
“Last night was a different issue. That was a dark place I went to, once upon a time. I don’t need that, and I know now I won’t hurt you beyond the limits set.”
A shiver of fear tingled up her spine. “It’s going to hurt?”
His laugh was low. “Not in ways that you expect. But yes, there might be a little pain, but it will bridge on the sweetest pleasure. I promise.”
And there it was. If she wanted him, after this mission, she would have to accept this Chase into her bed when he needed it. But this wasn’t the same man as at work. He wasn’t, and she knew deep in her heart that here, in bed, he would never hurt her. She could trust him, she would do anything for him, and she was much, much more loyal to him than he was to her.
A swallow took her fear and she whispered, “Yes. You can control me.”
“Then get on the bed.”
She did as she was told, still trembling as she allowed him to fasten the cuffs to her hands and ankles despite her anxiety. She didn’t want to be bound, but she knew she had to do this—for him.
When she was spread-eagle on the bed, open, vulnerable, he leaned over her to kiss her—not more than a brush of his mouth, his lips sliding to rest against her ear. “Do you want to use the same safeword as last night? Because if you think you pushed me today, you’re mistaken. I intend to push you much, much further.”
“You’ll stop?” She didn’t even want to imagine the boundaries he would push her toward. It was already too intense, but she couldn’t leave him. It would kill him.
“Yes.”
“Christmas.”
He winced and stood. “I used to love Christmas.”
Somehow, she sensed that would be the lightest moment of the evening. “Don’t make me use it, then.”
He perused her length with a hunger that made her shiver. “You will not speak from here on out, unless I ask a question. If you do, I will punish you. You can nod if you understand.”
She nodded, shifting her hips, afraid and yet so turned on she thought she’d come just from his gaze.
He frowned and went back to a drawer in his dresser, then returned with a black silk scarf. “You don’t get to watch,” he said and tied it around her head.
The fear level intensified, as did the lust. The darkness heightened her other senses. The smell of hot wax, candles he must have lit. The taste of salty blood as she bit her lip a little too hard. She couldn’t hear him. He was so quiet, his training always a part of him. Then the bed shifted, and she could smell a hint of his cologne mixed with his own special musk, so masculine. The heat of his body drew so close to hers, millimeters away, yet so far.
“Have you ever wondered what would have happened to Emma?” he whispered. “Alex had a thing for bondage. For very, very naughty things that would scare most women. How brave are you, Emma? Answer me.”
“I’m terrified.”
“It takes a lot to scare a spy.” He ran a finger along her jaw, to her lips, tracing the outline. “Do you want a synopsis of what will happen tonight?”
“No.” She swallowed, wanting to touch her tongue to his finger, wanting to suck him into her mouth. Her pussy clenched, and her panties were so damp he could probably smell how aroused she was.
“Tonight is the night you’ll wish you knew how to scream sexy egotistical bastard in all of your languages.”
His finger trailed down her throat, leaving a path of fire in its wake. “But you will beg me first to scream it, and by beg I don’t mean, ‘oh, Chase, please.’ That will be your punishment for not telling me about your special talents. That you built that bomb. You need to be punished for lying to me.”
He breathed across her nipple, the heat branding her skin, pebbling the already hard flesh.
“Your breasts are beautiful. Do you know how long it took me to choose what you’d have for implants? I thought about it a long time.” He ran his tongue under the underside of her breast, and she shivered, wanting him to suck her nipple. “But you know what turns me on more than your perfect breasts?”
“No, sir,” she said on a swallow. She didn’t know what she was supposed to call him, but sir felt appropriate. Right. And uttering the word nurtured the lust growing in her belly.
“Maybe I should make you guess.” He tongued a circle around her nipple, spiraling closer to the aching peak. “You’ll guess a lot of parts, and I could have a lot of fun while you’re wrong.”
She arched her back, trying to thrust her nipple into his mouth, and he tsk-tsked with his tongue. “Oh, love, that was the wrong thing to do.”
He rose, and she wondered where the hell he went. A drawer opened, closed, and then he returned, the bed sinking, his cock hard against her thigh. “I think you need to realize who is in control.”
He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked, hard. She cried out, wanting to hold him there, but her hands were useless. She could feel suction all the way to her pussy, pulsing in time with each draw of his lips.
Then he let her nipple pop from his mouth, and something hard clamped on to it. Biting at first, then the pain intertwined with pleasure, like combining TNT with another explosive substance. It became something different, more explosive.
“Oh God,” she whispered, the pain delicious, sinful. It wasn’t right to like pain, God help her. She’d burn in hell.
He slapped the side of her ass with his open palm, and the sting mingled with the burn radiating from her nipple. “No talking unless asked a question, slave. I’ve always wanted a spy prisoner. Do you know you’re my first true spy captive?”
“No, sir,” she whispered again.
His lips took in her other nipple and she jumped. He sucked, harder, and her other nipple and pussy joined in on the commotion. Then he released her and clamped this one as well, the pain matching. “I can still enjoy those pert nipples of yours, even with the clamps.”
As if to prove his point, he sucked over the clamp and if she weren’t bound she would have doubled over from the jolt of pleasure in her belly.
“Maybe it’s your stomach that turns me on so. Do you think?” His fingers ran over her flesh, around her navel, tickled her hip bones. His tongue was hot, wet, and he sucked at her hip. She could barely catch her breath, coming so fast, so hard. She hated how controlled he was. His breathing was practically normal, his hands calm as they caressed her inner thigh.
“I can smell how aroused you are. I love your scent, you know. Sometimes I swear I can smell you on me even at work, with all of those men around me. A gentle flower in the midst of hell.” His finger eased along the side of her panties, and she would have done anything at that point to have him inside her.
“Just fuck me, please.”
“Well that didn’t take long.” His hands went to the sides of her panties, pulling the strings from her hips. “But you’re not supposed to talk, so you’ll have to wait even longer now.”
He yanked, ripping the material of her panties, the sting of the elastic against her skin biting, yet welcomed. He couldn’t get to her pussy if it was still there. And she wanted him to have access.
“Your legs are sexy, too, you know. So long and lean, hard from all that running they make you do. I almost miss Emma’s softer thighs at times. She was beautiful, too, in different ways than Kate.”
He then licked a path up her inner thigh, pausing when he reached the juncture, his breath hot on her clit. His tongue tapped the hard nub, and she bucked her hips and almost came, the shock so intense. More moisture gathered, sliding down the crack of her ass.
“So light on the trigger,” he whispered. “Don’t you dare come without my permission.”
“Chase, I’m sorry. Please, just fuck me. Don’t you want to fuck me?” She bucked her hips again, knowing his mouth, his cock, his fingers were out there somewhere. She needed one of them, any of them, to take her over the edge.
He slapped her ass again, harder, and she bit her lip on a moan of frenzy. “Bad, bad spy.” Both hands eased between her legs, his fingers parting her pussy lips further.
Before she could cry out with joy, he clamped something right behind her clit. The joy burned and smoldered deep in her pussy, the muscles clenching on the note of pain. She tried to pull her knees together but met with the resistance of the straps at her ankles.
Just when she didn’t think she could stand the pleasure one more second, he did something with something jingly, at each clamp. “This is what happens to bad spies.” A chain jingled, and the clamps pulled on each nipple and her clit.
The tug ignited into a ball of flame that exploded from both nipples down to her pussy, then back to her nipples. She screamed in frustration, rattling the restraints at her wrists, stamping her feet. A tear ran down her cheek, and his tongue lapped it up.
“You’re beginning to understand what sweet torture I can give you.”
“I hate you.”
“I warned you that you would.” He lowered his head and sucked her clit, taking the clamp in his teeth, pulling. Then the chain jingled, and she tensed a second before he pulled again, yanking her to the edge of bliss. “How much can you take, before I break you?”
Why couldn’t she come? That last tug should have shot her over the edge, but he knew right how to keep her there, under his thumb. She clenched her pussy muscles rhythmically, trying to milk them to achieve orgasm but nothing seemed to move. Damn him.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please,” she said on a sob.
The rip of foil and the squeaking of latex gave her a shiver. He would fuck her now. Finally. He moved on the bed, and then she felt his cock nudge her pussy lips. She drew in a breath and he entered her in one swift stroke, the slight burn of stretching welcome torture.
She thought she’d find pleasure, but fear grew as she realized she was so wrong. He was careful not to come in contact with any part of her except his cock deep inside her. She wanted to bear his weight, to wrap her legs around him, feel his arms on her, him kissing her. But she was so, so close to orgasm, the pressure building, hovering. Now she understood the meaning of sweet torture.
“Tell me what you need to come.” He thrust again, softer, slower, and she strained against her restraints. “You need to tell me what you need, if you want to have it.”
She wasn’t going to beg for him to hold her. “I’m so afraid.”
“Tell me.”
“I need you to tell me to come. I need you to command it.”
“But you haven’t screamed for me.” He pulled the chain again, and the shock of pleasure from her nipples to her clit was more intense, a deeper pain, a deeper need.
“Egotistical bastard!” she screamed in Chinese, wanting to hit him, hold him, wanting to come more than anything. He tugged again, and the wave of pleasure was stronger than a tidal wave, but it never crashed around her, hovering, just like her orgasm.
“Egotistical bastard,” she screamed in Italian.
“That’s two.” He laughed, low and sexy. “Then come. Come for me, love.” He leaned into her, kissing her neck, his entire hard form pressing hers, the weight of his hips perfect. He thrust harder. His pubic bone bumped the clit clamp, and it sent her over the edge.
She came, her toes curling, the ribbons of joy extending outward, along every nerve ending. She bit his neck, sucking hard, her fingers clenching the chains of the restraints as she sobbed on the last contraction of pleasure, her pussy pulsing around his hard cock. He pulled out and removed the clamp on her clit, kissing the area with his hot lips. Then he removed the nipple clamps and kissed those in turn.
“Good girl.”
She panted. Though it was one hell of an orgasm, she didn’t feel sated. But she didn’t know if she could take much more. “Is that it?”
“Do you want that to be it?”
“I don’t know.” She trembled still, her entire being zinging from the pleasure. But a part of her was afraid what it would take for him to allow himself release. She knew he’d push his own limits harder than he was stretching hers. What else could he do to her?
“But I haven’t finished telling you what part of you excites me.” He leaned between her legs, and his tongue found her sensitive clit. He sucked gently and slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, pushing up on her G-spot. If he hadn’t restrained her, she would have leaped from the bed, the shock of lust abrupt, slamming into her, making her pant with renewed need.
He lifted his head. “You can have many orgasms, love. I’m going to give you another. But I think you need something first.” He rose, and she heard the stupid drawer again—she now hated it—and a bottle of something being opened, and squeezed. She could only imagine what toys he’d use.
He returned and something cold and wet nudged her pussy. “A little something, just for you.” He slid it inside—cool, smooth, slick, thicker than his cock, yet not as long. He returned his mouth to her pussy, his lips sucking her clit, then his tongue lapped a path, rimming the vibrator. He turned it on and it hummed inside her, the nerve endings deep inside protesting.
“I think it’s time you sucked my cock some. I’ve done all the work.” He removed the condom, the latex squeaking again. The bed creaked, and he straddled her, his thighs along the sides of her chest. She heard the thump of his hands on the wall and pictured his palms above the headboard, supporting himself. The tip of his cock touched her lips, and she opened her mouth. She took him in, tasting her muskiness mingled with his tangy, salty male essence.
“Open wider.”
She did, and he slid in almost to his full length, pumping her mouth gently.
“I love how you suck at just the right time, just as I start to withdraw from your sweet mouth, those pink lips wrapped around the base. Your mouth is definitely a part of you that turns me on, but it’s not my favorite part of you. My cock disagrees, but he’s outvoted.”
She moaned around him, her teeth gently scraping the silky skin of his shaft, the veins soft speed bumps to her tongue. She wanted him deeper in her mouth, harder, but he withdrew.
“That’s enough,” he said, and she whimpered as he left. “I’m going to come in your ass tonight. I didn’t get to fuck it our birthday weekend, if you recall. I told you I wouldn’t take you to the dark side.”
His hand skimmed her hip, her belly, her thigh. “Last night, we opened the door to the dark side, and you stepped in for a small taste. Well, here we are, smack in the middle of it. Welcome to the dark side, love. And we’ve played enough that you’re ready for me.”
He rose and must have loosened the restraints that held her feet because he lifted each leg, bending them slightly. Another foil packet ripped, latex rolled, lube squirted. His heat loomed hot between her legs again, and he used a hand to tilt her hips to the right angle. Excitement built in her stomach, twirling faster with the threat of the darkness he offered.
She would be his, totally. He would own her fully, and it seemed right, seeing tomorrow she’d become nothing.
His cock tapped her clit, then slid around, the head exploring the edge of the vibrator. Then he eased down and the head bumped her tight rosette, the condom slick with lube though she had given him enough moisture to suffice. She bit her lip, straining against her restraints, wanting this, yet wishing he’d stop.
“I wish you could see how incredible you look. Your legs spread wide for me, your pussy so wet, full with that vibrator, welcoming, your ass waiting for me. More virgin territory. I was a lucky man when I met you.”
He eased in, just the head inside her tight hole, the burn exquisite. “You have to relax, love. Let me in.”
She did, clenching the chains harder in her hands as she forced the rest of her to relax. He sank deeper, filling her slowly, inch by inch. She trembled, not knowing how much she could take, the fullness between her pussy and ass breathtaking. Her ass burned slightly, but it was joined with a note of pleasure that fed off the burn, the stretch. She was finally completely his, and she sobbed at the thought of it.
“What do you need to come, love?” He gave a small thrust and her nerve endings sang, rejoiced.
“Will you kiss my breasts, please?”
“Of course.” He leaned into her, thrusting deeper, his lips capturing her nipple. They were still sensitive from the clamps and his mouth was gentle, coaxing.
“Oh, Chase,” she breathed, the pain lessening in her ass, the vibrator humming in her pussy. She still wanted to wrap her legs around him, but she found that if she could figure out ways to get him to lean into her, to give her the body contact she craved, the pleasure was more intense.
“No talking unless it’s a question. Last warning.” He kissed her neck, then ran his tongue to her ear. He nibbled the lobe, circling along the outside. “Are you close?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip and tried to move her hips in time with his thrusts. She needed more, though. Did she dare ask? He’d punish her for it. “I want to watch your face as you come.”
“I don’t know if I can allow that.” He thrust harder, the tempo matching the rate the pressure in her core built.
“I’ll do anything. Please. Just let me see you. Let me come. I’m begging.” She arched up, tugging against her restraints. Why it was so important, she didn’t know. She just had to see him. Now. “Please?” she sobbed.
He stilled, and she wondered what was stopping him. “You’ll need to pay for that.”
“I’ll give you anything you ask.”
He slid off her blindfold, and she met his eyes in the soft candlelight, as sinful as dark chocolate, lusty. So in control.
But it lasted only a split second, and then it was as if he lost it all, every ounce of control except for a tiny thread that kept him linked to sanity. His breathing raged, as if the lust he’d held behind his self-imposed constraints burst forth through his lungs. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, fraught with wrinkled concentration.
She did that to him, and she hated it. Hated that he had to feel this way, that for whatever reasons, he couldn’t just let go and love her. She was no good for him. She knew that now.
She closed her eyes and he grabbed her chin. “Oh, no. You look at me.”
Kate’s eyes flew open on his hoarse command. She’d never seen him so intense, his face lined with tension, the cords of his neck straining. “Tell me you love me,” he commanded.
It took a moment for his words to sink in, for her to see his torture. His battle. Oh, God, this is what he needed. Her love. Not control like he thought. He craved love. But she couldn’t answer. His first command not to love him overrode the second.
A sob tore from her throat, and suddenly her body couldn’t take anymore. His need threw her over the edge, and she came, harder than she’d ever come before, shaking, every muscle pulsing, her pussy twitching around the vibrator, the spasms white-hot, blinding.
And just when she thought she was done, he touched another vibrator to her clit, pumping her ass harder, and she came again on a wail, her toes cramping, tears hot on her cheeks, running down to spill in her ears.
He shuddered, stiffened and then thrust once, twice, and heat flooded the condom. He slumped against her, wrapping his strong arms around her, the hair on his chest tickling her sensitive nipples.
“Emma,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the lobe, her neck. He was still for a long moment, breathing ragged, his skin damp against hers, hot.
Then he slowly rose and undid her restraints, kissing the skin where they’d held her captive, his mouth hot, gentle. He turned off the vibrator and removed it as well, and then finally went into the bathroom.
Once free, she curled into a ball, hugging her knees, unable to stop the tears. She loved him. She hated him. And she wanted nothing more than to do as he commanded.
“Did I hurt you?” He returned and washed her gently with a warm cloth, then crawled on the bed behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, his cock still semi-hard against her ass. “You were very brave.”
She wasn’t brave. She was desperate. She shook her head and hugged her knees tighter. “The weekend of our birthday, you commanded me not to love you.”
“Yes.”
“You can’t have it both ways.”
He sighed against her back. “I’m sorry.”
“So which is it?”
“I’m sorry, Katelyn. I won’t let you love me.”
It was the first time he’d ever called her by her new given name. She’d only been Kate to him. She sniffed. He’d called her Emma, though, when he came.
His answer didn’t surprise her. Always the boss, and work would be the death of them both. She sniffed again, the tears stopping, and she rolled to face him. “Are you still hard?”
“Sorta. Why?”
“I need you to just…lie on top of me, be inside if you can. I need that. No condom. Just us.”
“Anything.”
She sniffed again. He’d do anything but let her love him. She rolled to her back and he eased between her legs. Then he sank into her, his cock barely hard but firm enough to stretch her pussy for access. He wrapped his arms around her, and she sighed under his weight. She was too tired to wrap her legs around his waist and keep them there, so she wrapped them around his thighs and locked her ankles.
The candles sputtered and died, and the room became dark, with just the glow of the moon to outline his face as he drew back to stare down at her. His fingers traced her eyebrows, down her nose, around her lips, to her jaw. As if he was memorizing her, learning her forever. She didn’t need to do that. He was already so deeply branded she’d never forget.
He rested his head again, and she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your real name? I doubt your parents named you Chase.” She already knew, from her snooping. But she had to hear it from his lips, as if his given name would connect him closer to her.
“Charles. Charles Alexander Sanders, Jr. Bishop was my mother’s maiden name.”
She nodded. “You never told me what part of me turned you on the most.”
“Oh.” He kissed her throat and then her lips, gently. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
He hesitated, as if weighing what he’d pay to tell her. “Your mind turns me on. I find how you think—so super scary smart—so incredibly hot. I almost came in the office today when you told me that bomb was your technology, not your father’s.
“God help me, because Chase the boss was scared as hell and pissed you’d keep that information. But I’d never disclose that information, Kate. I know you think I’m hot to send you to die, but I’m not. I want you very much alive. But yeah, what I love about you is how smart you are.”
She blinked, unable to believe what she just heard. He loved that about her. Surely, it was just an expression. “You’re joking, right? You are attracted to my mind. I knew that information would piss you off. That’s why I told you.”
“Chase the boss, yes, he was pissed. But Chase the lover…that made him want you even more than when you taunted him with Jake. I love it when you whisper those chemical names to me. And that one time, when you recited gun facts…I thought I would die a happy man, without even being touched.”
He hugged her closer. “And sometimes, watching you learn the ropes, watching you stumble over things that are so easy for me, I forget how brilliant you are. And then you throw me a curveball that I couldn’t catch if I wanted to, like today, and you remind me how damned lucky I am.”
She closed her eyes on his admission, fighting back the tears. He really had found her attractive, as Emma. Intelligence was the only thing they shared, except for their love of Chase. Maybe, though, he loved that part of her more than her beauty.
“I know you bust my ass because I’m good-looking, but I think you forget sometimes that I’m a smart guy. It’s easy to find a woman equal to me in looks. It’s almost impossible to find one that by far exceeds me in intelligence. Until I met you.” He shifted his hips. “Am I too heavy?”
“No, it’s part of the pleasure. Knowing I’m strong enough, woman enough to bear your weight.”
Chase smiled against her cheek, and she knew it was a smug, egotistical one. “I told you that you were a submissive.”
She hesitated on his words. Yes, she was submissive. But she was his submissive. No one else’s. She wasn’t allowed to love him. But God help her, she could belong to him. She could be only his, even if it was only in her soul. He said if bad things happened, she could go there with him and he would keep her safe. In that place, she could love him. And maybe, he could love her back.
“Chase?”
“Yeah?”
“I want you to know that I’m yours.” He sucked in a breath, and she continued, “My soul belongs to you. No matter what happens today, I belong to you. Not Jake. Not some madman. You.”
“You’re mine.” His cock lengthened and hardened inside her, stretching the walls of her pussy, igniting the passion she felt only for him.
“I’m yours.”