Page 23 of Degrees of Acceptance
“So this is what has you upset with me? Katarina, I didn’t want to add to your worry last night when you had so much on your mind with your mom. It’s been taken care of,” he says, regarding me somewhat warily.
“Jenny says the men were taken down by three guys while coming out of the building.”
He raises his eyebrows in genuine surprise. “How does she know that?” he asks.
“Apparently the silent alarm alerted the police, and when they were talking to people afterward, someone saw it happen. It sounds like the guy was a pretty good distance away, but he could still make out what was happening,” I explain, trying to gauge his reaction.
“You know a lot about something that you weren’t supposed to know anything about,” he says wryly.
“Chase, do you know why they were in my office?” I ask.
He looks at me thoughtfully, and I can tell he’s wrestling with emotions.
“Baby, I do know why they were in your office. Which is the exact reason you and your mom are here, and we had Torzial staked out. I told you… you are in excellent hands. You have to believe that I am not going to let anything happen to you,” he says.
“You didn’t answer my question. Why did they break in?” I repeat.
“Katarina, isn’t it obvious? They will try to get to anyone I care about to coerce me to negotiate,” he says, clearly frustrated with this line of questioning.
“When did you find out?” I continue.
“On our way back from Naples,” he answers.
“The last message when we were upstairs— you smiled when you texted someone. Is that when you knew things were under control?” I ask.
“You could say that,” he answers hesitantly.
“I did say that. Are you going to tell me?” I persist.
“Yes, that is when I knew the situation had been contained; they were working alone, and no other plans existed that might compromise your safety,” he explains, watching me intently.
I try to absorb what he’s said. How does he know they were working alone, and they had no other plans? He had Torzial staked out and his team accosted the men that broke into my office.
“Is there anything else you wish to know, Katarina?” he asks, his gaze penetrating mine with his own.
“I think that’s enough. I don’t know how to feel about everything that’s happened. I don’t even want to know what laws were broken or what the security teams did to those men. My mind is going in a hundred different directions right now,” I admit quietly.
He captures my lips with his own, crushing me to him, holding me and briefly letting me up for air… “Baby, I’m sorry if this puts stress on you. I was hoping to keep you sheltered from some of this, but unfortunately, that’s not to be. I am not going to apologize, Katarina, nor would I do anything differently. Your security is not negotiable; I will take every precaution and do whatever is necessary to keep you safe,” he says, his eyes holding mine hostage while his lips find mine, closing off any ability I have to argue. His tongue finds its way past my lips and into my mouth, exploring, and effectively imprisoning my tongue.
My body responds shamelessly, my hands running automatically through his hair, and around his ears. He scoops me up and within seconds, we’re in the living area and then into the elevator and in our suite. He gently eases me out of his arms letting me down the length of his body so I can feel the significant hardness and arousal of his body.
“This sports bra leaves little to the imagination Katarina,” he says, tracing the outline of my nipples through the material before pulling it over my head and discarding it. He rolls my nipples, squeezing them between his fingers before gently kissing and sucking one and then the other. His hands find my waistband, and he slides my shorts and panties past my hips letting them drop to the floor before leading me to the shower. He turns it on, guiding me under its warmth; leisurely soaping my body with the loofah… rubbing the slightly rough side across my nipples. “Hands over your head, Baby,” he commands, using the tie of my bathrobe to secure them to the showerhead. “You trust me completely to tie you up; at the mercy of whatever I want to do to your body,” he says, green eyes boring into mine intently. The abrasive material runs over my nipples again, making my insides ache. “I want you to trust me completely, Katarina, and I’ve decided to punish you every time you don’t,” he says. The warm water and his lips travel the same path, across my breasts and down to my navel. I know where his tongue is heading. He takes his time… nuzzling the soft hair between my legs, gently paving a way with his tongue, finding that special little place that drives me crazy. He slides my legs apart even wider, and I am completely exposed to him. I feel myself getting close, and his tongue moves to a different spot.
“Honey,” I moan, “I’m right there…”
He pays no attention and continues his slow game of torture; his hands grasping my hips, firmly keeping me in one spot so I cannot move or find release. He continues; my hips and legs are reaching the breaking point from holding this position. “Are you going to trust me, Katarina?” he asks, holding me with his eyes. He is completely in control.
“Yes, just please, Chase.”
“Tell me what you need, Katarina?” he asks.
“Make me cum, Honey,” I moan. The area between my legs is throbbing and frustrated at the loss of his tongue.
“All in good time, Baby,” he says, spinning me around to face the wall. The robe sash quickly adjusts to accommodate the new position. He rubs my back and hips with the soapy loofah.
“Spread your legs wide, Katarina. I want you completely exposed to me when I spank you,” he says huskily. He’s actually going to spank me tied up in the shower… this is so hot. He continues soaping me and then his hand connects with my wet and soapy backside. He delivers five more, in the same place. It is intense, agonizingly fueling the now desperate need inside of me. He spins me around to face him; slowly and methodically trailing light kisses against my overly aroused skin, and traveling lower.
“Spread your legs wide, Katarina,” he commands again.
