Page 58 of Degrees of Innocence
“That’s exactly the intent, Katarina. It’s our body’s natural instinct to move when things become too pleasurable or painful,” he says.
“What else did you like?” he asks.
“I loved that you gave me a way to communicate with you and made sure I was comfortable when I couldn’t talk.”
“Anything you didn’t like, Katarina?”
He senses my hesitation. “What is it Baby, tell me,” he urges.
“The gag is not very attractive looking at all. I can’t imagine what I looked like with it in my mouth,” I say.
“Baby, I wasn’t exactly looking at your mouth,” he says smiling. “I did, however, miss hearing you beg me to stop when you were getting close,” he says, capturing my lips.
“Did anything else bother you?”
“I still didn’t like that you made me wait when I was ready.”
“So you were ready to climax and I prolonged the experience when you wanted it to end?”
“Well, said like that, no. It’s hard to explain.”
“Did it bother you as much this time?”
“Not as much. It felt fantastic. I never realized you could have an orgasm of that magnitude, but it’s almost like a control thing.”
“Katarina, it is very much a control thing. If you cum right away, your pleasure will not build and your climax will not be as pleasurable and I very much like to control that,” he says, pulling me closer and kissing me deeply. “Baby, I want to show you how pleasurable different experiences can be and make up for all that you’ve missed.”
“It’s all so new to me, but I love that you want to know these things. It makes me feel so connected to you. What did you like, Chase?” I ask.
“That you put your complete trust in me. You couldn’t move, talk, or see what I was doing to you, but trusted me to pleasure you. It’s an incredible turn-on,” he says, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head.
“I’m glad that you liked it, too,” I say, feeling sated and a little drowsy.
“I don’t know about you, but I am famished. Want to help me raid the kitchen?” he asks, lifting up on one elbow and grinning widely.
“Absolutely,” I say, pulling my robe on as he slides into his lounge pants for the trip downstairs. Chase pulls a peach and rhubarb pie from the refrigerator. “Want to try a little of each?” he asks.
“Half a slice of each sounds good,” I say, shaking my head at his antics.
He places the pie on our plates and proceeds to swirl a mound of whipped cream onto his pie. “Whipped cream?” he says, grinning like a schoolboy.
“Sure,” I say, laughing at the large slices he has in front of him. “What will Gaby think when she sees half of her pie is gone?”
“She’s going to think we appreciated her efforts.”
“Did you ever get an agenda for tomorrow’s meeting?” I ask.
“I haven’t seen one. You’re planning to attend, though, right?” he asks.
“I am, but I don’t know why Mark called a meeting without the users and can’t help but feel like he purposely excluded me from the invite,” I admit.
“I’m sure that he did, but do try not to worry about it. You have to trust that I am going to take care of things and have your best interests at heart. I need to be in the air by six thirty to make it to an early meeting. If you like we can take the helicopter together and I’ll show you around after that, or you can sleep in a bit.”
“No, I’d like to get an early start. I can finalize some other work while you’re in the meeting. I have a lot to catch up on and things to do in preparation for the user group meetings.”
“I’ll let Jay know then,” he says, guiding me into the formal dining room. I’m not sure what he pushed, but a panel slides open exposing an elevator. He gestures me in and enters a code. When the doors open, we are in the dining room of his own personal suite upstairs.
“Jay will show you the ins and outs of the elevators and security panels soon,” he says, gauging my look of surprise as we head into the bedroom. I brush my teeth and am almost asleep when I feel his lips on mine. “Good night, Baby,” he whispers.
