Page 33 of Degrees of Control
I head upstairs and rummage through the dressers for a change of clothes. The soft suede handcuffs are lying in my panty drawer, where they were left. The material feels soft and sensual in my hands, and I place them back in the drawer where we keep all the other toys.
I try to push the distrust out of my head. I know that I need to have a conversation with Chase and either let these feelings go or move on. I open the drawer again, staring at its contents recalling all the conversations we’ve had about trust. I light the candles in the room and message him.
Message:Be up shortly?
Reply:Soon.
His response is not what I was hoping for so I decide to change tactics and message him again.
Message:I ran across our handcuffs.
Reply:Did you now? Whatever crossed your mind?
Message:Umm, being tied up, deliciously punished, among other things.
Reply:I might need a little hint on, “other things”.
He’s clearly going to make me come right out and say it. I feel myself beginning to moisten at our exchange. Embarrassment be damned, I want this. I need this.
Message:Getting spanked…
There is no reply. I wait, anticipating him walking through the door, but ten minutes pass and he has not replied or come upstairs. I assuage my disappointment, pouring myself a glass of white wine and selecting a playlist from the digital monitor in the bathroom.
The gentle sounds of Adele begin to float through the sound system as I take another sip of wine, slip out of my clothes and adjust the temperature of the shower before getting underneath the warmth of its spray. My body begins to relax to the sound of the seductive music. The water is sensual and gently cascades over my body, raining down my spine and over the curves of my hips.
I rub the fragrantly scented shampoo into my scalp, luxuriating in the rich lather before rinsing it and applying a deep conditioner, allowing it to soak into my long tresses while I shave my legs smooth before rinsing it out.
I begin to soap myself with the spongy side of the loofa, losing myself in the music and sensuality of the warm water and bubbles, as my fingers glide lightly over my skin, across my navel and gently through the delicate hair covering the most intimate part of my body. It is with a light touch that I rub, gently caressing my clit, enjoying my slowly growing desire until I become heated with full-blown arousal.
I sense his presence and instinctively stop rubbing, opening my eyes. He is standing before me, completely nude, watching me, and he is fully erect. His eyes are glazed over with the passion reflected in my own.
“Don’t stop, Baby. Show me how you pleasure yourself, but don’t cum,” he says hoarsely, as my fingers slide across my clit. I am close and it is difficult to watch him stroke his own body and restrain myself.
“You wanted to get tied up and punished tonight?” he asks, moving under the shower with me. It is now that I see the suede handcuffs in his left hand. “Arms up, Baby,” he instructs, as he moves me back toward the wall of the shower. “Turn around and close your eyes,” he says.
Everything south constricts and I am so close that I can only nod as I face the shower wall and close my eyes. He takes his time, layering kisses along my spine as he moves my hands above my head securing them to the shower. “Spread your legs, Baby, I want to see you completely open for me,” he says.
I am beyond turned on and he continues flicking his tongue along my spine. He has soaped the loofah and begins to rub it against my skin, the spongy soft side massaging me as he slides it along my skin. He reaches in front of me, washing my breasts with the softness of the loofah, and then turns it around to the abrasive scrubber, ever so gently, brazing it against my taut nipples. I can feel the sensation deep within my core and audibly moan as I try to restrain the desire coursing within me. “Honey,” I moan softly.
“Don’t cum yet or I will punish you,” he says, as he continues his ministrations. I am on the brink, about to spill over when he changes course and begins rubbing my navel with the soft side of the loofah. “You almost didn’t make it,” he whispers into my ear, kissing me along the sensitive lobes of my ears.
“I’m sure I need to be spanked,” I say.
“One day, again, Baby,” he says.
“Honey, I am so close,” I moan into the wall of the shower.
He turns me around so that I am looking into his eyes.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, do it now,” he instructs, grasping my hips, lifting me onto his rigid and protruding manhood. His deep green eyes hold me captive, lifting me, bringing me down hard onto his rigid cock. I am watching him, our eyes locked, as he continues this rhythm, over and over, enduring this punishing pace until we no longer can and are left trembling around each other. He holds me tight to his chest before slowly letting me down so my feet are once again on the floor.
He looks tired and I can’t help remembering other nights when he had the same look, after we flew to Florida to bring my mom to his home, or when he and his security team stayed up round the clock for days to secure my mom and rescue her after she was kidnapped. I put my arms around him, pulling his face toward mine and kiss his lips gently.
I get out of the shower first and walk nude to the corner whirlpool, bending over to start the water. I rise, intentionally slow, feeling his eyes on me from across the room, taking a sip of my wine, before adding chamomile scented crystals to the tub and turning to watch him finish rinsing. He steps out of the shower, gloriously male, regarding me warily, as I step into the warm bubbling water and slide into its sensual depths.
“Come and join me,” I say, feeling bold as he walks toward me.
He slides into the water across from me, carrying a glass of wine that he must have brought into the bathroom with him.
