Page 2 of Degrees of Power
“You’re intriguing me,” I say huskily, feeling the warmth of a blush rise onto my cheeks.
“The entire intent. We’ll start slowly, two ground rules to begin with,” he says, as his fingers find the moistened folds below.
“The time I spend working and what else?” I ask, looking into the intensity of his deep green eyes.
“Taking your security precautions seriously,” he says without pause.
“Hmm… So, when you found me in my office working late and not in the car with Jay as planned, you were tempering yourself?” I ask, recalling with a smile the night when he was irritated with me for not letting security know about the change in plans.
“Baby, you have no idea how much I wanted to paddle your lovely little ass! All I could think about on the way home was seeing your skin warm beneath me,” he says as his smoldering eyes hold my own.
“I have no clue why that makes me so hot, but it absolutely does,” I say, moistening at the thought.
He gently presses his thumb and rubs circles over the top of my sensitive nub. “Katarina, can you agree to the rules?” he asks, his eyes wide with challenge.
“Oh, Honey, right there, please don’t stop.”
“I like it when you tell me what you want, Baby,” he says, teasing me, applying brief pressure and then allowing me to cool before starting over.
“I can’t take it when you do this,” I moan, my hips raising of their own accord, meeting his fingers, pushing into them over and over. I grasp the sheets unable to suppress a moan as he continues stroking me, my body poised right on the edge.
He finally lengthens his stroke and applies pressure to my clit. “I want to feel you shake in my arms. Cum for me now, Katarina,” he says, and the sound of his voice sends me plummeting over the edge, trembling against his fingers while he holds me close against him and my breathing returns to normal.
“What were we talking about now?” I ask playfully, stroking his chest with my fingers.
“I think it was about rules until you completely distracted me,” he says, kissing the top of my head, gently pushing the hair from my face.
“I can agree to trial a couple ground rules,” I say.
“Kararina, tell me where you want to start,” he says, lifting my chin so that I meet his eyes, still alight with desire as he gazes at me.
I feel my cheeks heat at the memory of him first spanking me with the long paddle. The angst I originally felt that quickly turned to lust, wanting to feel it even harder as my body pulsed and my core clenched with desire. I had never been so turned on before. Will I like it even more when he’s doing it for punishment?
“Katarina?” he says, pulling me from my reverie.
“Work time and security, I can live with both,” I say, “but let’s go slow on the work hours at first. We are in the process of bringing up the entire division,” I say, as his hand splays across my breast.
“We could hire others to assist you in that work.”
I don’t respond at first, too caught up in the delight of his hands on my body. “Hmm, I could probably agree to anything right now as long as you keep doing that,” I say, as he strokes my nipples.
“Katarina, I do understand what this project means to you and I can agree to compromise for a little while longer. I know what a big step this is for you, Baby,” he says.
“Tell me what you wanted to do to me when I went to Brazil,” I say, changing topics and immediately delighting in the sea of emotions that play over his handsome features.
“All I could think about was getting you safely home and punishing you. You have no idea how worried I was,” he says, continuing his leisurely pattern over my nipples.
“What would you have done to me if we had the ground rules in place then?” I ask, looking into his heated eyes.
“When I learned that you took the security team and confiscated my jet in order to fly to the other side of the world and meet Vicenti? All I could think about was restraining you, punishing you unmercifully until you assured me that you would never put yourself in that much danger again,” he says.
“You wanted to spank me?”
“Baby, I wanted to do more than that. I ached to see your beautiful ass warm beneath my touch, to torture you, keep you on the edge, so close but so far, unable to do a damn thing about it, the same way I felt the entire time you were gone. I wanted to watch you moan with agony while I was in total control,” he says, mesmerizing me with his intensity.
“Would you have eventually let me cum?” I ask, looking into his passionate green depths.
“Not that night. You would have gone to bed with a sore ass and an unquenchable ache between your legs,” he says.
