Page 19 of Degrees of Power
“As long as you want, Baby,” he says.
“We’re not even moving and it already feels so relaxing,” I say.
“I think you may have had something to do with how relaxed I’m feeling right now, Katarina. Your mouth is like silk sliding over me,” he says, sitting next to me, clasping his hand at the back of my neck and pulling me to him. His lips capture my own and I open for him, his tongue swirling gently, but growing as our passion ignites.
“I want to make love to you all night long, take my time, torture you all night so when you wake up you’ll feel where I was, recall what we did and know that you’re mine,” he says, picking me up and carrying me into the master bedroom.
* * *
I am roused from sleep and look up to find Chase leaning over me, his intense deep green eyes watching. “You’re such a morning person,” I groan, reaching up to pull his face down so that I can kiss his lips.
“As much as I’d like to keep you deliciously naked in bed, I want to show you something. We’re going outside for a bit so you’ll need clothes,” he says, pulling me reluctantly into a sitting position.
I stretch finding my muscles tight and sore. “Your devious plan worked Mr. Prestian. My body and insides are deliciously sore this morning,” I say, finally pulling myself out of bed.
“How are your nipples?” he asks.
I feel the warmth of my blush as I recall last night. “Sore too, Mr. Prestian,” I say, raising my eyebrows at him.
“Too rough, Baby?” he asks.
“Umm, no, not at all. I love my nipple clamp necklace and what you do to me with it,” I say.
“Good, I like that you can feel where I’ve been,” he says.
“What exactly are we going to do?” I ask, rummaging for a pair of shorts, a long sleeve shirt and a pair of sandals.
“It’s a surprise, but that will work,” he says, gesturing to the outfit I’ve tossed onto the bed.
“Well I’m certainly glad it meets with your approval so early in the morning,” I say, slipping into the minuscule white lace panties and a pair of denim shorts.
“You’re just going to stand there and watch me dress?” I ask, feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks as he gazes at me.
“I can’t think of anywhere I would rather be at this exact moment and don’t tell me you don’t like my eyes on you. Your nipples give you away, Baby,” he says, watching as I slip into a cami and then pull on a longer sleeve shirt over the top.
“Alright Mr. Prestian. Let me go wash my face and brush my teeth and I’m all yours,” I say, heading for the bathroom.
When I come out he is on the phone. “No, it’s fine. Just make sure everything is in place and keep me posted,” he says before disconnecting.
“Ready?” he says, taking my hand and leading me to the deck. It’s still relatively dark, but the yacht lights are on and he takes me to the cabana area by the pool. A small round table has been adorned with overhead lighting, a white linen table cloth and a long fluted glass of orange juice sits at each of the two place settings.
“Take a seat, Baby, the sun will be coming up soon,” he says, pulling my chair out for me.
“This is wonderful, Chase,” I say, taking a sip of my orange juice and noticing the champagne and glass container of juice that are sitting in a silver ice bucket to his right.
“Mimosa’s seemed the perfect drink to watch the sun rise,” he says, lifting one of the containers to take an omelet for himself before placing one on my dish.
“It’s wonderful. I’ve never had one before,” I say, enjoying the mixture of flavors in the drink as he places a fresh tomato relish atop the omelets.
“The chef made them with egg whites,” he says.
“Yours too?” I ask, recalling his reaction the last time Gaby fixed them for him.
“No, real egg for me,” he says, smirking.
“Thank you. It is really quite good and for some reason I’m ravenous this morning,” I say.
“You’re most welcome, Mrs. Prestian. Now watch closely,” he says as the light begins to dance over the horizon. “We are so close to the equator that it will take a matter of minutes from the time the sun is first visible until we can see the entire show,” he says, glancing into the distance.
