Page 65 of Degrees of Control
“You could say that,” my dad says as the helicopter lands and three men get out. I would recognize the shadow of that man anywhere. I look on in shock as the lights of the helicopter illuminate the three figures steadily making their way toward us.
“Looks like someone has come to protect you himself,” Jenny says, nudging me as the men come into full view.
“So it would appear,” I say, dumbfounded as Chase walks up to us and shakes my dad’s hand. “Good to see you again, Carlos. Karissa, Jenny, I hope you had an enjoyable evening. Sheldon, thanks for seeing them home safely,” he says, before putting his arm around my shoulders.
“Hi,” I say at a complete loss for words.
“Hello, Katarina,” he says, kissing me lightly on the lips as everyone begins heading into the house.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I felt the need to finish what we started earlier,” he says quietly.
“You are absolutely incorrigible,” I say, giddy that he has flown all this way to be with me.
The fireplace is blazing in the great room and my father pours wine for everyone as we make ourselves comfortable. Chase pulls me into a love seat facing another leather couch, putting his arm around me as we talk. My father places a wine glass in front of each of us before offering up a toast. “To a wonderful evening spent with friends and family. We are richly blessed,” he says. We spend the next hour visiting and recounting our day for Chase and my father. I am curious to learn more about Alfreita, but decide to ask Chase when we are alone.
“Your father offered to meet Jenny and me at Prestian Corp tomorrow and give us a tour of the Torzial space,” I say to Chase.
“He mentioned that when I talked to him earlier. If you don’t mind a little company tomorrow, we can take the helicopter over to Prestian Corp in the morning and then head to the airport from there,” he says.
“Sounds fine to me,” Jenny says before thanking everyone for a wonderful evening and retiring to her room on the second floor.
I attempt to stifle a yawn, but it does not go unnoticed. “Carlos, Karissa, thank you for a nice evening. I think Katarina and I are going to retire, as well. It appears you have worn my fiancée out shopping, Karissa,” he says smiling.
She laughs. “Yes, it has never been her favorite pastime. It’s a miracle we got as much accomplished as we did. She and I still need to go over some of the wedding preparations tomorrow, but we can do it at breakfast before you leave,” she says, hugging me goodnight.
“Thanks for everything, Mom,” I say before Chase and I climb the stairs to our suite upstairs.
As we enter the living area of the suite, Chase takes me into his arms, capturing my lips with his own. “You are a bad, bad girl. Teasing me when I’m halfway across the country,” he murmurs.
“Yes, horribly rotten of me,” I murmur against his lips.
“I think I have just the punishment for such a bad girl,” he says, leading me into the bedroom and closing the door behind us.
“This dress is lovely, but it’s quite clingy, low cut and provocative. It took everything I could do to focus on conversing with your parents instead of picking you up and carrying you upstairs tonight,” he says, lifting it over my head and tossing it onto the reading chair in the corner. He lightly runs his fingers over the crest of my breasts which are peeking out from the top of my white lacy bra. “So lovely, Baby,” he says, his eyes passionate, watching mine before he unclips the front clasp exposing my already erect nipples to his gaze. He runs his finger over each of them, eliciting a soft moan as I feel myself moisten in response to his caress.
“The thought of you like this has been driving me crazy all evening,” he says, sliding his hands down to the top of my thigh highs. I think we’ll leave these and your heels on for the moment,” he says, cupping my ass cheeks as he kisses my lips.
“Now, I don’t think you get to see anything more for the moment,” he says, pulling a little mask from his pants pocket and slipping it over the top of my head, securing it around my eyes. I feel oddly exposed, standing in the middle of the bedroom half nude, and unable to see. I can feel him moving about the room, and hear a zipper, but nothing else, until I feel the warmth of a single finger trace the path from my neck to one of my nipples. They are erect and the slight touch sends goosebumps down my thighs. “I love how your nipples get so hard,” he says, suckling one while caressing the other. He takes my hands in his own and I feel his fingers unclasp the bracelets dangling on my wrist before he raises my arms over my head. I hear the faint click and feel of the cold metal against my skin, as he affixes them to something that keeps my hands suspended in the air leaving me completely at his mercy. He lifts my hair and unclasps my necklace, sliding the weight of the diamonds across my heated flesh. The touch of cold against my nipples leaves me moist, anticipating the feel of clamps around my sensitive skin. He teases me, rubbing the roughness against me and I lean into it as I feel the sensation in my lower region.
“Your breathing has changed, Baby,” he says, capturing the sensitive skin of my neck, suckling and kissing it, rubbing the cool strand of diamonds across my navel and tracing his way back up to my breasts. My body heats with need. I inhale audibly at the thought of what he will do. He lets the silver glide over my skin, cooling it, creating anticipation and desire. He traces a finger over one of my nipples, lightly skimming its erect tip before kissing it and suckling it with his mouth. “It will be different initially without the ice. Focus on the pleasure that comes, Katarina,” he says, sliding the clamp of the chain around my nipple, gently allowing it to close, letting me acclimate to its feel. I hover between the slight pressures of discomfort before I feel myself moisten, desire turning more intense as he places the second clamp, letting the coolness of the long slim chain trail from them to my navel.
“Tell me if it becomes too intense, Katarina,” he says, leaving them in place while he traces a light pattern from my navel down to the top of the lace on my panties. He rubs me through the silky material and I press into his hands. “Let’s get you out of these, Baby,” he says, drawing both sides of the material over my hips, cupping my ass cheeks as he slides them down. I lean on his shoulder and step out of them. His finger traces patterns from the top of my heels, over my calves and up my legs until he reaches the inside of my thighs. The pulsing in my nipples is causing a resounding ache deep inside.
I softly moan as he caresses the delicate skin between my legs with his tongue, tracing patterns between my thighs while his hands gently caress my hips and ass. He pulls me closer as he nuzzles and kisses my mound. I push into him but he stills me, grasping my hips to keep me positioned where he wants me, teasing me leisurely before finally allowing his tongue to find its mark. I am close and he knows it, a brief gentle flick of his tongue, then it’s gone, nuzzling the newly waxed skin around it, driving me crazy before finding it again, teasing me… stroking just off the mark. My nipples are becoming heated under the pressure of the clips causing intensity in desire that I’ve not felt before. I move to find his tongue, but he holds my hips at bay.
“Baby, is this the punishment you wanted?” he asks, tugging gently on the chain, sending a shooting mixture of pleasure and pain to my nipples and igniting the flame between my legs.
“Chase,” I moan, grinding unashamedly against his evasive tongue. He captures my clit in between his lips and nips with his teeth. He gently licks while pulling slightly and then in one quick movement he releases the clips causing me to cry out and tremble uncontrollably on the end of his tongue.
“So delicious, Baby,” he murmurs, trailing kisses up my body, around my navel until he stands to caress my nipples with his tongue, one at a time, before finding his way to my neck and releasing my wrists. He picks me up laying me onto the bed and wraps my legs around his waist. He reaches up and pulls the mask from my eyes.
“I want to see you, Baby,” he says, pushing inside of me. I feel myself clench around him. “You’re so wet for me,” he says, shifting my legs higher around his waist. He is already in so deep and the change in position causes him to sink deeper. “Oh, Honey,” I hear myself murmur.
He draws back. “Not yet,” he says, watching me intently, as he pushes against that special spot inside of me. I am building again, and he does it over and over, never taking his eyes from mine. I am too close, about ready to lose control. He can tell. “Cum with me, now,” he instructs and I am powerless as he drives even deeper causing wave after wave to crash over me while finding his release deep inside of me. He lies beside me, taking me with him, pulling me to his chest before kissing me tenderly on the lips. “You look completely wrecked, Baby,” he says, slipping my panties between my legs, and adjusting the comforter to cover me.
“I’m glad that you came, Chase,” I say.
