Page 30 of Degrees of Power
I moan softly, unable to control my body’s response and the ache it causes deep in my core.
He continues circling, reaches into his pocket and holds up a delicate twirled length of diamonds. “Do you know what this is, Katarina?” he asks, huskily.
I shake my head, too mesmerized by the scene in front of me to speak.
“It is a clit chain that was custom designed for you. It would be a shame not to adorn something so beautiful with something special.”
I look at the chain he holds, it’s reflection glimmering at me in the mirror in front of us.
“Do you still want to play, Baby?” he asks, holding up the sparkling chain with one hand while he continues caressing, but slightly off the mark, holding me poised at the brink, and simmering with need.
I nod as I watch our reflections. “You will feel a slight suction-like sensation until it is well adhered. This is to ensure it stays in place until I remove it. The length of the jewelry is perfect. It will hang unseen by anyone, but easily within my grasp,” he says, placing the jewelry next to my overly stimulated nub, where only moments ago his thumb had been. I audibly gasp at the sensual feel of the suction as it begins, controlled by the little black device between his fingers.
“The pull should feel quite pleasant by now,” he says, allowing it to affix itself and the delicate chain of diamonds to hang on their own from my newly captured clit. He tugs on the chain slightly.
I gasp at the sensation. “Oh, Honey, I already want you to make me cum,” I say, pressing into its rhythm.
“I think we’ll save this for a little later in the evening,” he says, pulling my dress down, standing up and turning me to face him.
“How does it feel, Katarina?”
“Good, but the pressure doesn’t go away. It’s going to make me feel needy all night isn’t it?” I ask, looking into his gleaming eyes.
“Baby, it’s going to make you very needy if that’s the word you like,” he says, taking my lips in his own and kissing me with restrained passion. “We should go before we’re late,” he says, guiding me out of the bedroom with a hand at the small of my back.
The limousine is awaiting our landing and we slide into the backseat of the vast car. Chase pulls me close to his side as the doors are closed.
“We’ve got our best teams in place in and around the sky-rise, but I want both of you on GPS tonight,” Jay says, glancing at us from the rearview mirror.
“You won’t get any complaint from me and I promise not to throw it on a park bench and make your men go chasing it around all night,” I say, recalling with embarrassment one of my previous attempts to elude security.
“Chase, we’re getting confirmation that paparazzi is in full swing tonight. The sky-rise is inundated. Nate is already in place, but there are going to be cameras everywhere. The team is planning to allow you approximately five minutes to smile for the camera and answer any questions you choose, just like we ran through earlier today. If you have any thoughts of deviation we should discuss it now,” Jay says.
“No, I’m going to provide them with a few pictures, a brief summary on Prestian Corp’s vision and I’ll deal with any other questions on the fly. Let’s stick to the five minutes and you’ll know by my lead if I need more time,” Chase says.
“Sounds good,” Jay says, pulling up to the entrance of the glass and chrome sky-rise that towers above all the other buildings in the block. The Prestian Corp logo is displayed across the top of the high-rise and the entrance is roped off allowing security to keep the crowds of people with cameras at a safe distance.
The back door of the limo is opened and I am assisted out of the car. Chase places his hand on the small of my back and guides me in between the ropes toward the entrance of the building. He stops in front of Nate Collins, the freelance journalist that writes exclusively for him, and pulls me close as the camera’s shutters click around us. One journalist calls out, “Mr. Prestian. We understand you have been cleared of all charges. How does that feel,” while another asks, “Mr. Prestian, how does it feel to be married and how was the honeymoon?”
“Ladies and gentlemen. I appreciate your interest and would be delighted if you could assist me in raising awareness of why this property is opening. Prestian Corp and Torzial Consulting both have a shared vision to vastly improve healthcare in the United States and around the globe. You are aware, my wife Katarina is the Torzial consultant responsible for overseeing the strategies which are currently starting to change healthcare as we know it today. While we continue expansions of patient centered healthcare designs we believe it is critical to be part of the communities we serve. Meaning, we pay taxes, we donate, we provide local jobs in those areas that we support.
“On a personal note, it was a monumental relief to be cleared of the wrongful drug trafficking charges last month. Once that was behind us, Katarina and I enjoyed a relaxing honeymoon. We both greatly appreciate you taking the time to come out and help us celebrate the opening of the new Prestian Corp facility,” he says as the camera shutters continue clicking around us and Jay and Sheldon lead us up the steps to the entrance in front of us.
The red carpet trails into the magnificent stone floors of the foyer. The twinkling crystal chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceilings and the rich cherry wood of the reception area is polished to a high sheen. Waiters and waitresses are carrying large silver trays, handing out champagne in fluted glasses to the throng of guests. Chase takes two glasses from the waiter who stops in front of us. “To a change in healthcare as we know it today,” he says, clinking my glass.
“I didn’t expect there to be so many people,” I say, taking in the crowd.
“L.A.’s environmental landscape is starting to change and this is a boost the city can use. I’ve already received more requests for space than we have to offer,” he says.
“Chase, your dad’s here. Over near the buffet,” I say, spotting Don.
“Excellent. I knew he was coming, but wasn’t sure what time he would arrive,” he says, weaving us through the crowd towards his dad and Emily.
He shakes hands with his dad and gives Emily a hug. Don hugs me and smiles. “You both look so tan and very happy,” he says.
“We are, Dad. What time did you get in?” Chase asks.
“Just a few moments ago. Carlos and Karissa were going to fly in with us, but they got held up. They should be here shortly, though,” Don says.
