Page 56 of Degrees of Innocence
“We have to talk about a plan if you’re going to be running around at five o’clock in the morning,” he says, the twitch of his jaw evident.
“I don’t mind using security, Chase. I’ll even map out a couple routes and alternate them. I will actually feel much better knowing they are with me after everything that’s happened,” I admit.
“So you don’t mind if Jay’s team keep you and your family under surveillance?” he asks.
“I never discussed it with my mom, so I’m not sure if she will mind, or not, to be honest.
Have you heard anything from the police in Aruba, yet?”
“They were able to identify the man that gave you the drink. They have his place of employment and apartment staked out, but he has not been to either. Jay has an entire team dedicated to finding him, but nothing has turned up yet,” he explains.
“Your team is doing that and not the police?”
“The police are inundated with many crimes. This is my team’s highest priority. They’ve gone through his history and believe he’s under contract. They are cross-referencing bank files, data feeds, and Internet communications with people on our watch list. We need to find out who hired him and why.”
“You have a watch list? What is that, like a list of people that might want to harm you?” I ask.
“Baby, it’s complicated, but we’ll get to the bottom of it. Until then, Jay has instructions that you are not to move without them.”
“I won’t give them a hassle then,” I say, grinning and hoping to lighten the mood.
“Good. We’ll synchronize your phone with the security software we have once we get to Prestian Corp, but I want you to carry one of mine in the morning, agreed?” he asks.
“Agreed.”
“What if we truly compromise? You take security, develop some outside routes and I will punish you for being so obstinate,” he says.
“It sounds like that may have potential,” I say, excited about the game.
“So do I still get to pick out the implement?” I ask.
He smiles. “I think that can be arranged,” he says, pulling me against him until we arrive home.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
We’ve barely enteredour room when his lips capture mine, parting them under the pressure and urgency of his tongue. I moan softly against his lips.
“I love how passionate you are,” he whispers, pulling the dress over my head, leisurely running his fingers against the lacy thong, cupping my ass cheeks and pulling me closer to him before lowering it over my hips and letting it fall to the floor. He unhooks the strapless bra, exposing my breasts and already extended nipples. His eyes darken with appreciation and I can feel my body warming at his gaze.
“Katarina, you are so brave texting and so shy otherwise,” he says, lightly running his fingers against the erectness of my nipples.
“I like that you want to explore different pleasures with restraints and toys,” he says, kissing me gently on the lips. “I’ve purchased some toys we can experiment with, but I’m going to need you to guide me, Baby. I don’t want to go too fast with you or do anything you find uncomfortable emotionally. I’m going to need you to tell me what you like, and what you don’t like,” he says, opening the drawer of the nightstand and pulling out the suede cuffs. I blush at the memory of the last time they held me.
“I see you recall these,” he says, placing them on the bed and pulling a kidney shaped eye mask out of the drawer. “Katarina, sensual deprivation is something I think you may enjoy, but I need to know how you feel about being unable to see what I am doing to you. When a person has diminished sight, other senses intensify including your sense of feel, but it and other things we try will require trust. If I put this mask over your eyes, you will have a heightened awareness as I touch you, but I need to make sure you are comfortable with it first.” His questioning eyes have mine captured, and he waits patiently for a response.
The fact that I am nude, standing before him and talking openly about things I have never experienced are both embarrassing and exciting. “I like what you do with the set of suede cuffs very much, and I do trust you with the mask,” I say, attempting to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks and failing miserably. “I’d like to see what else is in the drawer,” I say, gaining boldness, walking towards it nude, in anticipation of what I may find. I bend over the nightstand drawer with a particular satisfaction feeling his eyes on my body.
“The drawer is full of different toys: tiny, medium and large sized dildos and ones that are even larger with external vibration systems. I rummage through the assortment and recognize nipple clamps, which I have seen in magazines, some other clamps that I do not recognize and a device with a ball at its end. I pull it out, curiosity getting the better of me. “What is this for, Chase?” I ask.
“It’s a ball gag. Its purpose is to eliminate the ability for you to speak,” he says watchful, gauging my reaction.
I eye it disdainfully. It is not attractive and I have a hard time visualizing what I would look like with it in my mouth. In fact, I am not sure if it will fit in my mouth. “How does it fit?” I ask.
“While it appears a little large it’s not, Katarina. When you open your mouth, it actually fits nicely and you close your mouth around it. It’s not intended to be uncomfortable, only to keep you from speaking which allows us to experiment with different forms of communication,” he says.
“I like the idea of experimenting with you and I do trust you, Chase,” I say, trying to keep the excitement and anticipation from my voice.
His voice is deeper and I find myself mesmerized by it. “Tell me what you find appealing and why,” he persists.
