Page 36 of Degrees of Acceptance
“Baby, move your legs apart and hold still, or I’ll need to tie you up,” he threatens, nuzzling the hair between my legs. “So soft and silky Baby,” he murmurs, exploring with his nose. I am dripping wet in anticipation of his tongue. He urges me towards the bed and spreads my legs as I sink into its softness.
“Now, where was I,” he asks, nuzzling between my legs, slowly exploring the folds with his tongue before allowing it to touch my clit. He is slow, insistent and holds me still as I writhe under him. He wraps my sex with the warmth of his mouth, and I can no longer contain the rush of my climax.
“Baby, I have to cum,” I moan, and he brings me crashing around his face, sucking until he has taken every drop I have. He pushes my knees almost all the way back to my chest before he sinks into me. My body is so overstimulated I can only pant. “Slow, Baby,” he says, pushing into me, and then pulling out, holding me on the brink again and again, until he finally brings wave after wave of desire crashing over me, allowing his own release deep inside of me. We lie together, spent and totally out of breath.
“Penny for your thoughts, Baby?” he says, looking into my eyes, and wiping the hair out of my face.
“I was thinking about how good sex is,” I admit a little sheepishly.Will he always be able to see what I’m thinking?
“I’m glad you were pleased, Katarina,” he says, his eyes sparkling with golden flecks. “I’m going to enjoy sharing new experiences with you, Baby,” he says, getting up to start the whirlpool.
I check my phone to see if I’ve missed any messages. “I guess my mom is still working,” I say.
“Your mom works entirely too much. She should slow down and experience life before she’s too old to enjoy it anymore,” he admonishes.
“Well, I’m glad to see that your aversion to working is not only directed at me. You really seem to have a thing for anyone working too much, which is odd because you work at all times of the day and night.”
“I most certainly do and it would serve you well to remember that.”
“Really, or what, some deliciously sexy punishment awaits me?” I ask, sticking the tip of my toe into the water. It is warm and inviting; I pour a little of the chamomile foaming bath crystals in before sliding into the whirlpool, laying back and losing myself to the relaxing feel of the surrounding jets bubbling around me.
“Careful, Baby. Your experience with punishment has been limited,” he says, placing a glass of wine next to me on the granite ledge.
“Are you coming in?” I ask, recalling the emails he sent me when we first met almost ordering me to stop working so much. At the time, I thought he was an irrational control freak. I smile at the thought of his first emails. I had fair warning, that’s for sure.
“What are you thinking about, Baby? You seem a million miles away,” he says, sliding into the water across from me.
“Honestly, sometimes you look at me in a certain way, and I’m never really sure what to think when you watch me so intently. I’m curious what you’re thinking. I’ve tried asking you, but you don’t share. If I did that, you would end up torturing me with some divine sort of punishment,” I exclaim.
“You are correct, Katarina,” he states, his eyes capturing mine and holding them with his. I see that he’s expertly averted talking about his feelings again. I take a sip of my wine and decide to change tact.
“Well, since I am in the sharing mood… I had a long conversation with my mom last night. I think we are both dealing with the aftershock of our conversation when I was in the hospital. She had no idea that I figured we were moving around because of her relationship with someone she worked with. It really surprised her. We talked about my dad for quite a while, and mom says his father passed away a couple of years ago, and he is the head of the family now,” I say, trying to gauge his reaction, but his eyes are controlled and give little away about how he is feeling. “She still doesn’t want me to meet him because she doesn’t know what his family will do.”
“I’m glad you told her about the pain of moving around and insecurities with people you work with, Katarina. You were clearly hurt as a young child seeing the grief your mother was in. I’m sure it must have been painful for her to be in love with someone and fear going back. She probably never realized you had absorbed any of this emotionally,” he says.
“We’ve always been close, but you know deep down I think I blamed her relationship for my failed relationships with men. I don’t really know how that makes any sense now, though,” I admit, taking the last sip of wine.
“I was petrified when I found out that you owned Prestian. I’ve had such little trust in men at all and mainly avoided people I worked with. All I could think about was the devastation that it would cause my mom, and she doesn’t even care that I work for you,” I admit, still somewhat in awe of the situation.
“Well, technically you don’t yet, but I’d like you to,” he says.
“Chase, I’m extremely happy working for Torzial. Jenny is an amazing boss, and I owe the company a lot. She gave me a shot fresh out of school and exposed me to lots of different projects. I sort of work for you now and live with you. Isn’t that enough?” I say, putting my arms around him, letting my hands explore the length of his torso.
His lips capture mine in a warm kiss while I continue my exploration of his chiseled body.
“We should probably go downstairs for dinner, or we are going to end up back in bed,” he warns, stilling my wandering hands with his own.
“I’d rather stay here, drink more wine and go back to sleep.” As if on cue the automatic water changer circulates, and the Jets send the warm water swirling around us.
“Baby, it’s early, and you worked through lunch. Wine doesn’t sit well on an empty stomach. Let’s go visit with your mom for a little while, have a bite to eat and then we’ll come back upstairs a bit later,” he says.
“Nothing like being turned down flat,” I state, pouting.
“Katarina, you have no idea what I'd like to do to you right now. However, I am bound and determined to teach you about the thrill of anticipation and delayed gratification. You see with prolonged anticipation the pleasure builds… so, while you’re downstairs eating and having a glass of wine with your mom, I will be thinking of you with no panties on and what I’m going to do to you when I get you back upstairs. In fact, I believe we have some more training to do, don’t we, Katarina?” he asks, watchful dark green eyes waiting for my response.
“Now think about what I’m going to do to you when we get back upstairs,” he instructs.
I slowly rise out of the tub and step onto the stone floor, bending over to pick up my panties, slowly and purposely, so he has a nice view of my ass. I hear the intake of his breath as I bend almost completely in half and straighten.
