Page 48 of Degrees of Innocence
“My aversion is definitely to you working long hours, Baby. I see you’ve regained some of your energy as well as your feistiness,” he says. I reach down and kiss his lips, thoroughly enjoying the look of appreciation I see in his eyes.
As soon as the plane touches down Jay begins talking to Chase about logistics. Chase wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into the conversation.
“Jay, once the reporters catch sight of Katarina, they are not going to leave us alone so we’re going to switch things up a little. Instead of avoiding them, I’d like to speak with them.”
“You’re going to do what?” Jay asks.
Chase raises his eyebrows. “I am going to spend a few moments talking to them so we don’t spend the next few weeks avoiding them. It doesn’t appear they have caught wind of our arrival tonight, but make sure the team knows my intent,” he says.
“You’re the boss,” Jay says, shaking his head as he guides us out of the plane and into the back of a long black limousine. Security is everywhere. We have a team in front of us and another group of men that get into the car behind us. I feel more than a little uncomfortable knowing the need for precaution is real. He takes my hand pulling me close, and I squeeze it appreciatively.
The traffic is not heavy since it’s late, and once on the highway, we’re able to make the drive northeast in about fifty-five minutes. We pull onto a side road and Jay navigates the limo over a long stretch of road through great lengths of pine trees. The wrought iron gates open as we approach and the limousine slows while the driver speaks with the man at the door. We continue down the lengthy drive and a sprawling three-story chateau lit up against the night’s darkness comes into view. Even from the car, the architecture is breathtakingly impressive with massive pillars and archways that encompass the entire home.
“It is absolutely beautiful, Chase.”
“I’m glad you like it. The architecture is not contemporary and not something everyone finds appealing.” The driver pulls around the large semi-circular driveway to the front entrance of the home where we are greeted by a middle-aged, slightly rotund woman with porcelain skin, deep blue eyes and short dark hair. She embraces Chase with a warm hug as we get out of the car and extends her hand to me with a large welcoming smile. “You must be Katarina. I’m so glad to meet you, dear.” I shake her hand, immediately taking a liking to her. “Thank you for such a warm welcome.”
“Katarina, this is Gaby. She lives here and takes great care of me and the house.”
“I’m so happy to meet you, Gaby. Please call me Kate,” I say.
“I thought you would arrive a little earlier than eleven o’clock at night,” she says to Chase.
“I thought so too, but we spent a little time talking to the facility team after the event and it took longer than normal to get in the air,” he says.
“Well if you are hungry I left soup in the refrigerator,” she says.
“That sounds great. I think first, I’d like to give Katarina the fifty-cent tour,” he says, leading me through the grand entrance over hardwood flooring into what he describes as a great room. The fireplace mantel is fashioned from natural stone in keeping with the chateau feel while the adjacent wall is almost all windows.
“The house was designed to maximize views of Lake Michigan. You’ll be able to see what I mean tomorrow. There is another great room along with a library and gym that have almost the same views as these upstairs. I like to work out on the treadmill and watch the sun rise over the lake. You’re welcome to use it if you like, but right now I’d like to show you the master bedroom,” he says, leading me up an arc of ivory marble stairs. When we reach the top, there is another spacious living area with expanses of glass from one side of the room to the other and another sprawling fireplace that takes over the entire corner of the room designed with natural beige stone, rising from the floor to ceiling. A large Mac screen sits atop a mahogany desk in the opposite corner; two large sofas and an overstuffed reading chair give the room a comfortable feel. There is a floor-to-ceiling bookcase in the corner and it is filled with hardback books of all genres.
“I could spend days in this room,” I say, spying the perfect wingback chair by the fireplace and imagining how cozy I would be curled up with a good book and a roaring fire while it snowed outside. “Do you read a lot?” I ask.
“It’s one of my favorite pastimes,” he says, taking my hand again as we walk through the living area and past several rooms until we reach what appears to be the master bedroom. It is nicely furnished with a four-poster bed crafted out of mahogany wood and covered with a battleship gray comforter. There is a heather and gray colored overstuffed reading chair with a matching ottoman in the corner by the window, and a floor length mahogany mirror adjacent to the bed. The bedroom floors are the same wood that is throughout the house, but the bathroom floors are stone, and dark granite with flecks of gold adorn the dual-sink counter top and the edge of the whirlpool. The stone shower is designed in a circular shape eliminating the need for a door or curtain. I can’t help smiling as I spy my brand of shampoo and conditioner and a loofah on the shower ledge.
“You really do think of everything,” I say.
“I have a lot of fun with that little loofah,” he says, pulling me into his arms and looking into my eyes.
“You like it, Baby?”
“I love it, Chase.”
He captures my lips, expertly parting them with his tongue as he explores deeper, slowly pushing my dress over my hips, hands sliding over my thighs, ass and waist as he lifts it over my head, leaving me standing before him in only bra and panties. His eyes turn smoky as he frees my breasts, gently kissing each nipple as he slides my panties over my hips, letting them fall to the floor.
“Baby, I’ve been thinking about getting you into my bedroom all day,” he says, settling me on the bed before removing his clothing to lie down beside me. He parts my legs with his powerful thighs and gently rubs between my legs, slowly igniting my desire. My hands are free to explore and they travel from his neck and shoulders over erect nipples to his rock hard abdomen. They follow the trail of dark hair that leads to his manhood. He groans as I slowly stroke him, traveling from the tip of him down lower to the base of his cock. I let my body slide down the length of his; my lips travel the path of my hands across his nipples and abdomen as I continue to stroke him. “Baby,” he moans softly. I look up at him, letting my tongue explore the soft patch of hair extending to the lower side of his abdomen, watching his eyes turn molten. My lips search out the tip of his cock, licking gently before taking him deeper between moistened lips. He groans, and with one quick movement repositions me over the top of him, his tongue finding the sensitive spot between my legs while I continue my discovery of his swollen cock. He grasps my hips firmly, holding me in place while his tongue continues to ravage me. Our rhythm increases as desires flare and I take him in deeper, sucking faster… urged on by the feel of his strong and engorged cock throbbing with need.
As I feel myself begin to tremble around him, he increases intensity, extending my release, taking my clit between his lips, and sucking hard. I gasp as an extended round of orgasm hits me, and only then does he allow his own warm, salty release, exploding deep and hard between my lips, as I continue to suck and caress him through his pleasure. He softly trails his tongue along the still tingling area between my legs, kissing her softly before moving positions. He turns me around, pulling me close to his body so my face is lying on his chest. I can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath me matching my own breathing as he presses me close.
“Baby, I don’t like thinking about how you learned to do that, but it was incredible,” he says.
“Mmm... for me, too,” I say, nuzzling into his chest. “I love your home, Chase. I can’t wait to see the views you talked about earlier. So, what did you tell Gaby about me?” I ask.
“That I met someone I spent the week with and that I was bringing you home. Now, you’ve taken all my energy today. Let’s get cleaned up and go downstairs. I’m sure Gaby has left something out for us and I need to replenish,” he says, scooping me into his arms and into the bathroom.
“I love the way you pick me up and carry me where you want me,” I say laughing, but slightly embarrassed by my nakedness.
He smiles broadly. “Well, I’m certainly glad it meets with your approval. It’s all part of the Prestian control package,” he says as we get into the warmth of the shower to rinse off. He is quicker than I am and I’ve just rinsed the conditioner from my hair when he hands me a towel to dry off with. “I thought you might like this, too,” he says, pulling a long robe just like the one in Aruba from a hook behind the door.
