Page 12 of Degrees of Control
The meal is delicious, and by the end of the evening I am quite relaxed and a little tired after such a full day. “I think I’m going to retire a little early and catch up on some reading,” I say, hugging my mom before heading upstairs.
I am freshly showered and sitting up in bed when Chase enters the bedroom. He looks tired, and I wonder how much they have accomplished, and while I am curious, I try to curtail my curiosity.
“Did you get something to eat… for supper,” I clarify, blushing as I recall our earlier banter.
“Gaby brought dinner in for us, but it was not by any means what I was hungry for,”
he says, taking in the low cut bodice of my white negligee while removing his tie and jacket.
“I find your outfit quite enticing, but it may be missing something,” he says, sitting on the bed beside me.
“What would be missing?” I ask as he lifts my hair, kissing the sensitive skin of my neck.
“You see, I envision you gilded in the finest jewelry and lace, moaning as I do shocking and stimulating things to you,” he says, holding up a delicate necklace of silver and diamonds, adorned with circular rings that match the circular charms on my bracelet.
“Chase, it’s magnificent,” I say, fingering the strand of diamonds and brushing over the loops and clasp.
“Lift your hair and let me place it on your beautiful body,” he says, clasping it behind my neck as I do.
“I’m going to take a quick shower now, Katarina. I want you to lay here and think about the meal I’ll have when I return,” he says, smirking as the blush rises onto my cheeks. I fluff my pillow and look into the ceiling mirror above, trying to keep the giddiness and anticipation of the night from getting to me, but when he walks back into the room, everything is lost. The light of the moon is shining into the bedroom and his skin glistens with droplets from his recent shower. He takes another step into the room to retrieve something from the dresser while I follow the view of his broad shoulders, enjoying the way they taper into a V shape down to his slim waist. My eyes are drawn to his powerful buttocks and thighs. He turns toward the bed, erect and masculine, watching me intently as he moves toward me and positions himself on the bed beside me.
He fingers the four dangling silver and diamond bracelets that adorn my left wrist, and with a twist, he separates them and holds them up for me to see. Each bracelet has an accompanying ring, and he swivels them around. My mouth is dry as he pulls the covers from the bed.
“Give me your ankle, ” Chase says, rubbing the instep of my foot with his chin before securing it with one of the diamond bracelets and affixing it to the bed. “And the other,” he instructs, doing the same with it as I offer it to him. “As pretty as this negligee is, I want to see all of you, Baby,” Chase says, pulling the nightgown over my head. He captures my lips in a passionate kiss while securing my wrists to the headboard of our bed with the remaining two bracelets.
He moves slowly, kissing and sucking my lips, then my neck, moving leisurely down my body until he finds my erect nipples. His tongue teases one, while gently squeezing the other, the pressure going straight to my core.
“You like that don’t you, Baby,” he says, capturing the tender flesh with his teeth before sucking on it. He takes his time, nipping and sucking, flaming the desire that is already molten.
“Do you remember how it felt last time we played with hot and cold, on the verge between pleasure and pain?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I murmur, recalling how he rubbed my nipples with ice and then heated them with rope.
“Patience, Baby. I think you need something to cool you down a bit first,” he says, reaching toward the nightstand and placing a cube of ice on my sensitive nipple. He rubs it over me, swirling it in circles, traveling slowly from one to the other erect nub. My nipples are hardwired to the most sensitive part of my body, and I feel the heat deep in my core. I moan, and my hips rise from the bed.
“Still Baby,” he says, rubbing the cubes from my breasts towards my navel and leaving it there. “I want you to see what I’m doing to you. Watch, Katarina.”
I concentrate on the mirror that stretches from corner to corner in the tray ceiling above us. I have never felt more exposed and vulnerable as I do at this moment, but I am more turned on than I have ever been.
This is exactly how I envisioned you looking when I had these made,” Chase says, fingering the delicate strand of diamonds and unclasping it from behind my neck. This jewelry was custom designed for you, Baby. You see, it is actually a nipple chain, and the clasps have a dual purpose. They are intended to hold the strand of diamonds around your neck by day, and meant to adorn your breasts at other times,” he says, fingering one elongated nipple as he speaks.
My hips rise, but my restraints leave me immobile as I feel the heat of his touch and intensity of cold in my navel. “Easy, Baby. I want you to watch,” he says, moving the ice cube along the length of my abdomen to trail across my nipples.
“Chase,” I moan, as he rubs the sensitive skin with the frozen cubes.
“Shh, almost ready, Baby. I don’t want you to experience any pain when I put them on you for the first time,” he says, rolling the cube around my elongated nipples. “Are you ready?” he asks, placing the ice back in the glass beside him.
I can only nod, mesmerized as he places one of the clasps over my nipple. I feel a small degree of pressure as the diamond nipple ring snaps in place. “How’s that, Baby?” he asks.
“So good,” I say, acclimating to the pressure of the clamp, the icy prickly cold of my skin, and the warmth it’s creating below.
He affixes the remaining ring to my other nipple before laying the silver and diamond chain over the swell of my breasts and across my skin. “So beautiful, Baby,” he says, running his hands slowly over my waist, and around my hips. He is agonizingly slow in his journey, and I find myself rising to meet his touch.
“Patience, Baby,” he says, tracing the two circular diamond rings that now adorn my erect nipples, before tugging lightly on the diamond strand.
I audibly gasp at the wave of sensation it causes.
“Shh…” he says, trailing his fingers and lips lightly over my heated skin, traveling lower and gently circling mymound, never touching my clit, but driving me wild with the heat of his breath. I feel myself continue to moisten, and my hips rise unashamedly, but he has secured me well, and his hands hold my hips still as he lowers himself between my legs.
