Page 16 of Degrees of Power
“That sounds heavenly. Maybe you should tie me up for the week. You know, an intense week of kinky sex,” I say.
“Baby, don’t tempt me,” he says, looking down at me bemused.
“Sounds pretty amazing though, doesn’t it?” I ask through sated and sleepy eyes.
“Indeed, it does, Katarina. Now, I think you should close your beautiful eyes and get a little sleep while you can. We’ve got a few hours before we land,” he says, pulling the luxurious satin sheets over my body and kissing me on the lips just before I drift to sleep.
* * *
Jay and Sheldon have the limo waiting on the tarmac when we land and we are soon on our way to the resort. The driver navigates the island traffic easily and I sigh as I take in the turquoise seascape shimmering in the distance. The palm trees are gently swaying in the island breeze as we drive toward the sprawling resort that sits atop the white pristine sand beach around it. The car doors are opened for us as we pull up to the entrance. Chase greets the doorman by name as he guides me to the Mayan Tower elevators and enters the code for the penthouse.
“I remember the first time we rode this upstairs together,” I say, looking out over the resort and ocean below from the glass encased elevator.
He pulls me close and kisses my hair. “I was completely enchanted with you. I contemplated taking you somewhere else for our honeymoon, but you originally wanted to get married on the island, so I thought this might be nice.”
“It’s perfect, Chase. I wouldn’t have wanted to go anywhere else. This island will always hold a very special place in my heart.”
“I’m glad. We’ll go out on the yacht tomorrow. Mickael was excited to hear that we were going to be back on the island.”
“Are you having him come with us?” I ask.
“Yes, it would be almost impossible to man the yacht and do what I have in mind,” he says, grinning mischievously.
“Hmm… I seem to recall a pair of soft suede wrist restraints being involved the last time,” I say.
“Indeed. I might just have to find them,” he says, guiding me out of the elevator and towards the door of his suite. Sheldon has taken the elevator before us and is already awaiting our arrival.
“Everything’s clear Chase,” Sheldon says, opening the penthouse for us.
“Excellent, now I believe I need to carry Mrs. Prestian across the threshold,” Chase says, scooping me into his arms.
“Chase, how many doors are you going to carry me across?” I say, placing my arms around his neck, looking into his eyes alight with amusement.
“I’m pretty sure we have a few more to go,” he says, eyes twinkling as I hear the door close behind us. Chase slowly lets me slide down his body and my feet find the floor. “Welcome home, Mrs. Prestian,” he says, kissing my lips.
“It’s absolutely perfect,” I say, looking around. A window that stretches the expanse of the room allows us the perfect view of the white sand beaches, blue-green water, swaying palm trees and yachts that dot the ocean beyond.
On the dining room table sits a vase overflowing with white calla lilies encircled with greenery. “Chase they are absolutely beautiful,” I say, inhaling deeply.
“I’m glad that you like them,” he says, kissing my neck.
“I love them. They’re even more magnificent than what you sent me the first time. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at an arrangement of calla lilies and not think of you and Aruba,” I say, reaching up to kiss his lips.
“The night is still early. You’ll find clothes in the closet and dressers. Go change and then we’ll go out dancing. I need to spend a few moments with Jay to discuss security for tomorrow, but it shouldn’t take long,” he says, kissing my lips before I head into the master bedroom.
I open the closet and shake my head at the array of clothes— sundresses, floral skirts and camis, formal dresses, little sweaters and sandals. I open the top dresser drawer and smile at the selection of lingerie, pulling out one of the thongs, smirking at how little covering there really is.
I slip into the shower, rinsing off the day’s travel before sliding into a flowy floral skirt, white cami, and thong-style sandals. I scrunch my long curly hair and decide to let the unruly curls do as they wish tonight, letting it hang down naturally before slipping the silver and diamond bangles onto my wrist and clasping the necklace that doubles as nipple clamps Chase gave me into place. I can’t help but smirk as I place the thong I originally laid out back into the drawer, recalling how turned on Chase was when we went dancing and I wore no panties the last time.
I find him in the dining room. He has removed his suit jacket, loosened his tie and is sitting at the table sipping a Balashi while he talks on the phone.
I walk to the refrigerator, feeling the heat of his eyes on my body as I remove a beer for myself from the refrigerator and pour it into an hourglass-shaped glass. I take a sip, enjoying the taste of the island brewed drink before setting it down so I can rub the top of Chase’s shoulders. His muscles feel tense and I massage them while he talks. He places Jay on mute and groans. “Baby, that feels amazing,” he says, as Jay continues to talk.
“I think you have on way too many clothes,” I say, sliding his tie from around his neckline, gently kissing the skin above it.
“Jay, it sounds like you’ve got everything under control. Call me back if you need anything,” he says as I begin to unbutton his dress shirt from behind him.
“Your breasts feel good pushed into my back, Katarina. I can feel how hard your nipples are. I’m going to enjoy spending the evening dancing with you,” he says.
