Page 63 of Degrees of Control
“I’ll give him a call,” he says.
“So, I think between my wedding dress, designer outfits, and hot lingerie I managed to do some damage to that card you gave me,” I say, changing the subject.
“Hot lingerie, huh?” he says.
“Nothing you can see until our wedding night, though,” I say, turning away from Jenny and my mom who are in animated conversation paying absolutely no attention to me.
“Do I take it you’ve now come to appreciate the pleasure of anticipation, or do you just enjoy teasing me from halfway across the country?” he inquires. His voice has lowered and I feel myself moistening at the seductive quality of his voice.
“That would certainly call for some sort of delicious, torturous punishment,” I reply, whispering hoarsely.
“It would indeed. When you arrive, go upstairs and take all of your clothes off. I love talking to you when you are completely nude,” he says.
“Hang on, we just arrived,” I say into the phone, before climbing out of the limo as we arrive at the estate.
We enter the foyer and Mom offers to show Jenny to her suite so she has a chance to get freshened up for the evening. “I’m going to take a quick shower before we head out for dinner. I’ll catch up with you in a short while,” I say to them as I make my way up the shiny white and black marble staircase to the guest quarters that Chase and I share when we are visiting.
“I’m back,” I say breathlessly, reaching the top of the stairs before closing the door to our room and stripping down to nothing.
“Are you undressed?” he asks huskily, as I walk into the bathroom. The shower is black granite, encased with a circular door of glass. I open it, placing my phone on the speaker before turning the faucet to warm and allowing the showerhead to cascade water over my body.
“I’m interested in finding out which delicious, torturous punishment you find most appealing, Katarina?”
“Well, maybe being tied up while you use the nipple clamps that you gave me last week,” I say, lowering my voice, although no one can hear me with through the privacy of the shower and bedroom door except him.
“So you were thinking about them this week,” he says.
“You have no idea,” I say.
“Indeed, Katarina. I think while at first I would leave you nude with the exception of your pretty little white thong, eventually that would have to come off, too. Tied up, and completely at my mercy to do with as I please.” he says.
“That sounds very nice,” I say.
“Your nipples are so sensitive, Baby. The nipple clamps would certainly account for some degree of punishment. First I would barely touch them, tracing lightly with my finger, then with my tongue, allowing them to grow erect, swollen with need while I begin stroking your clit. When I know you’re ready, I would place one nipple clamp on at a time, slipping my finger deep inside of you to take your mind off the initial discomfort. Then I would torment you with my tongue, running it through your sweetness, tugging at the little silver chain connected to your nipples, teasing, but not allowing you to cum. Would that suffice for delicious punishment, Baby?” he asks.
“There’s only one problem. You’re not here,” I say hoarsely. My breathing is uneven and my body is flushed with excitement at the sound of his voice.
“I don’t want you to cum. I want you to think of that until I see you next, Katarina,” he says.
“Chase,” I moan, knowing now that he is going to make me wait.
“Patience and anticipation. I can’t wait until I see you again,” he says before disconnecting the line. I stare at the phone on the ledge of the shower and place my head under the water, relishing in its warmth, trying to suppress the desire our little game has created. I desperately miss him and contemplate asking Jay to have someone fly me back to Chicago tonight but dismiss the thought, knowing how much my mom is looking forward to us all having dinner together.
I get out of the shower and dry off, slip into the dark grey v-neck sweater dress, clasp the diamond necklace back in place, and slide the silver and diamond bangles back over my wrist before sliding into my silky thigh highs. A present from Chase, they are like pure silk and I run my hands along them before slipping into my heels. I finish my hair and makeup contemplating our little game.Two can play this game,Let him think he’s won this round,I decide, ignoring the growing urge to message him back.
Message:Jay is security set for tonight? Chase was worried when I talked to him.
Reply:Sheldon and I have everything covered. He’s on the phone with me now.
Message:Thanks, Jay! I figured as much. Tell him to relax!
Reply:Yeah, right now I’m not getting a word in edgewise!
Message:?
I head downstairs to find my parents and Jenny waiting for me. Dad has made reservations at one of their favorite restaurants in New York. We have a security team in front of and behind us, escorting our limo into the city. Sheldon is up front in the passenger seat, something I’ve now become accustomed to. The driver steers through the heavy New York traffic navigating the large Lincoln with relative ease before pulling up to the entrance of a two-story building that has a red brick exterior with an expanse of white trimmed windows. It is a small quaint restaurant and Mom told us earlier that reservations are almost impossible to come by, but the hostess knows my father by name as we enter.
“Good evening, Mr. Larussio,” she says before escorting us to a private table in the back of the restaurant.
