Page 38 of Degrees of Acceptance
“The wine and wonderful dinner have made me exhausted. I think I’m going to retire for the evening. I’ll see you at breakfast before you head to the city,” Mom says, hugging me tight.
“Gaby, I think Katarina and I are going to retire for the night, as well. The meal was excellent,” Chase says as he guides me toward the elevator. He takes me into his arms as we enter the living area of our suite.
“You are driving me absolutely crazy tonight thinking about how bare you are underneath this,” he says, spinning me around and slowly pulling the dress over my head, letting the material fall to the floor, leaving me once again bare and exposed before him in nothing but my new black lace thong. “So you are anxious for training?” he asks, grazing my taut nipple with his finger.
“You know I am,” I say, running my hand along his shoulders and around his neck.
“Katarina, I don’t want to go too fast with you, but you make it difficult to go slow,” he says, kissing my lips lightly before taking my hands in his own.
“You’re not going too fast. I love the way you make me feel.”
“Then let’s start with these,” he says, fingering the silver rings around my wrist. “You see, they are very special bracelets, Katarina. Each bangle unlocks as I push them together, or can tighten around your wrist or ankle just as easily,” he says, taking one of the bracelets and moving it to my right wrist. “See, they interlock, allowing me to restrain you at the pinch of my finger,” he says, clicking the lock into place and effectively securing my wrists together in front of me.
“How does that make you feel, Katarina?” he asks.
“Excited and turned on,” I say.
“Nervous or anxious?” he asks.
“Just excited,” I say, riveted in place by the sheer carnal intent expressed in his eyes.
“You please me very much, Katarina. Such a beautiful body and so sensual,” he says, trailing his finger down the length of my spine.
“I don’t think you will need these tonight,” he says, caressing the skin above the lace of my panties before pulling the scanty material over my hips and leaving them pooled around my ankles. “Let’s place your hands behind you,” he says, unlocking the bracelets and repositioning my arms behind my back.
“How do you feel now, Katarina?” he asks.
“A little more exposed actually, but very turned on.”
“Yes, you are quite beautifully presented to me and indeed very vulnerable. Do you know what it means to me that you trust me so intimately,” Chase says, gently rubbing his fingers over the curves of my breasts. “So lovely and erect,” he says, tracing one nipple and then the other with the tip of his finger. There is a multitude of things that I would like to do to you, Katarina,” he says, moving his hand from my breast to caress my navel while his other hand continues its scorching trail down my spine and along the curve of my ass. His finger travels along my lower belly, and I can feel my breathing begin to change as he caresses me. I inhale audibly as he moves below, fondling the softness of my mound with the cup of his hand, finding and lightly stroking my clit with his finger. “Baby, you are absolutely soaked,” he says hoarsely, holding my ass firmly and inserting a finger deep inside of me, causing me to moan aloud.
“Katarina, I can’t believe how sensual you are. I want to make up for all the sexual frustration you’ve ever felt, Baby,” he says, trailing the warmth of his tongue up the length of my heated skin before kissing me and guiding me to bed.
“Having your hands behind your back is advantageous for lots of play, but this will work better tonight,” he says, positioning me face down on the bed before removing the bracelets and repositioning my arms. “Let me know how this feels,” he says, stretching them out in front of me, before locking the bracelets to the headboard.”
“Better, not so restricting,” I say.
He laughs. “Yes, while some nights I want you completely unable to move away from the sensations you’re feeling, tonight however, the need to shift if something is uncomfortable is important,” he says, kissing the tender skin of my ears and neck, and then trailing the length of my back with his fingers, before retracing the pattern with his tongue.
“Katarina, you have goosebumps,” he says, running a finger over the delicate skin of my thigh.
“It feels so good, Honey,” I say.
“I’ll need to check that,” he says, dipping a finger lower and inside of me. “So responsive, Baby,” he says, rubbing the moistness, allowing his fingers to leisurely trail upward, circling the sensitive opening of my ass.
“Are you ready, Katarina?” he asks.
I nod my assent, and he pushes my ass cheeks apart slowly. “You’re going to feel a lubricant now, Baby,” he says, caressing my clit with his finger, while stroking the exposed view of my ass with a finger slick with an oily feeling substance. He traces its opening leisurely, flirtatiously taunting me before inserting it, allowing me to get used to the feel before introducing the second digit and gently stretching me. I unashamedly push back against him as I get used to the sensation.
“How does that feel, Katarina?” he asks.
“Full, good,” I don’t want you to stop,” I say before something slightly rounded grazes against my skin.
“Baby, when I remove my fingers I’m going to replace them with something relatively no larger than my finger, just like last week. I will go very slowly, but you need to tell me if it’s too much. It’s important that you guide me, so I don’t hurt you,” he instructs.
“I’ll tell you, Chase,” I say. “You may feel a little pressure, and when you do breathe through it, don’t push back until you’re ready,” he says.
I instinctively tense as I feel the round end of the object pushing against me. He pauses, slowly allowing me to fully acclimate to its feel before gently advancing it a small bit at a time. His finger continues stroking me and I moan softly, pushing back to take it in farther. “Don’t stop… it feels so good,” I say.
