Page 13 of Degrees of Power
My father is a strong competent dancer, guiding me slowly across the floor as Chase dances with my mother. He is commanding, head of the mafia, controlling vast portions of industry in New York City, but the look in his eyes tonight is full of love for me, his daughter.
“Your mother and I are very happy for you both. We wish you a long and meaningful life together,” he says before Chase takes me back into his arms, allowing Carlos to dance with my mom again and Don and Emily, and Brian and Jenny to join us on the dance floor.
The night is filled with fun and laughter and it is approaching midnight by the time Chase leads me back on the dance floor for the closing number. “Baby, you look absolutely amazing. I will always remember the way you looked tonight and I can’t wait to take you upstairs and peel you out of this dress,” he says.
He holds me close, guiding me to the music with his powerful thighs, allowing me to feel his desire as he does. “Your breathing is changing, Baby. Are you getting wet for me?” he whispers so only I can hear.
“Yes,” I say, breathlessly feeling myself moisten at the feel of his body pressing against mine and the sound of his voice in my ear. “Just a short while longer before I can have you all to myself,” he says, as the song ends and we walk to where we begin cutting the cake. I can’t help but smile at my mom, who is standing by my father’s side across from us. A small, simple little get together has turned into quite a wedding with a custom designed, four-tier cake created by New York’s top chef.
We spend the rest of the evening mingling and being pulled into one dance or another by the band and well-meaning friends and family.
As the last song of the evening ends Chase kisses me gently before we say good night to our parents and a few of our relatives who are still visiting. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to have my bride to myself for the rest of the evening,” Chase says, scooping me up into arms.
“Wait,” Jenny says laughing, lifting my train and placing it over my arms, so we don’t trip as Chase carries me up the curved marble staircase to our suite. He closes the door behind him with his foot before he lets me glide down the length of his body allowing my feet to slowly find the floor.
“Baby, I’ve been dying to see what you have on underneath this gown all evening,” he says, slowly turning me to unzip the small amount of material holding my dress together in the back.
He turns me to face him, pushing my long curled auburn locks away from my face and kisses my lips gently. I open for him, relishing in the feel of his growing desire and urgency of our kiss. “You are such a beautiful bride and now you’re all mine,” he says, caressing the curve of my breasts before rubbing my nipples through the satiny material. They tighten immediately and strain against the material. “So lovely,” he says, sliding the delicate straps from my shoulder. My core clenches as I see the passion in his eyes as he watches my dress fall to the floor, leaving me completely nude except for a miniscule white lacy thong and jewelry.
“Katarina, you are absolutely gorgeous,” he says, removing my necklace as he kisses my neck and collar bone, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine before slowly taking a nipple into his mouth. I feel myself moisten and moan as he grasps my hips, running his hands over the curves of my ass while nibbling the tender flesh of my nipple causing my desire to flare.
“Baby, this thong is perfect, but it’s not going to be on you very long,” he says, tracing his fingers along the delicate and miniscule piece of designer lace that adorns my ass cheeks. He kisses his way down my abdomen and pauses as he pulls the panties down slowly over my hips and mound. “Sweet Jesus,” he says, tracing his fingers over my completely bare, silky, and hypersensitive sex. He kisses me and my insides clench as he runs his tongue across my mound and then slowly dips inside my folds.
“Oh, Honey,” I moan, my hands grasping his hair as he finds my clit, caressing it gently with the warmth of his tongue.
“All mine,” he murmurs, licking and caressing, escalating my desire and need.
“I want to hear you say it, Katarina,” he says, his eyes smoldering, watching me intently from below.
“All yours, Honey,” I moan, finding it difficult to even think or talk.
“Mine always,” he says, before capturing my sensitive nub with his mouth, sucking hard, leaving me panting and crying out as I shatter around him, trembling uncontrollably until the waves begin to subside.
“Yours always,” I say, panting as he scoops me up and carries me to bed.
“Tonight, no restraints,” he says, laying me against the luxurious silk bedding and kissing my lips. “I want to make love to you slowly. I’m going to explore every inch of your magnificent body and make you cum, over and over, all night long. I want you so sore and satisfied tomorrow that you’ll always remember our wedding night,” he says, carrying me to the bed and laying me down before he begins to remove his clothes.
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I wake slowly and glance at my phone to check the time, knowing that Chase has already worked out and will be reading downstairs. I smile at the folded piece of paper laying on the pillow next to me with only my name scrawled on its surface.
Katarina,
You can not begin to imagine how happy you’ve made me. You are the best Christmas gift I could have ever imagined and I will treasure you forever. I love you with all my heart, now come downstairs so we can enjoy the holiday with your parents before I whisk you away to the place we first met.
Yours always, Chase.
I sigh, feeling absolutely giddy and scramble to get showered and ready for the day before heading downstairs. I smile as his eyes meet mine when I enter the kitchen where he is sitting with my parents. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Prestian,” he says, pulling me into his lap for a kiss.
“Chase,” I say, laughing and trying without success to ward off the blush flooding my cheeks.
“Are you two at it again?” Jenny says, walking into the kitchen.
“Coffee, ladies?” my dad asks, holding up the carafe to pour us each a cup.
“Jenny,” I think you’ve embarrassed my father,” I say teasingly, slipping into the chair beside Chase and adding some creamer to my coffee.
“Oh, nonsense. You forget, I was in the suite between both of yours,” she says, causing my mom to swallow her coffee wrong and her face to pinken.
