Page 34 of Degrees of Power
Her response is immediate and my heart goes out to my friend as I read the message.
Reply:I’m fine. I just need to get some rest.
Message:I am not leaving you alone after seeing that A-hole!
Reply:Please don’t, I really need some time alone. TTYT.
“From the sound of her message she just wants to be alone,” I say to Chase and Brian. “If we’re staying upstairs tonight, why don’t I have her meet us for breakfast in the morning and then we can fly back to Chicago together so we can spend some time talking?” I suggest.
“Sounds like a plan. I thought she was flying back to New York tonight, but Matt says she texted him to let him know that she was staying in L.A.,” Chase says.
“Good. That will give us time together tomorrow. Thank you so much for helping her, Brian. That guy is bad news. Where is he now, anyway?”
“Let’s just say Ty has been removed from the situation,” Chase says, his eyes the steely green that I have come to know so well.
“Okay,” I say, looking from him to Brian, neither giving anything away. “I think we should mingle and then call it a night,” I say.
“The crowd has died down and I think Dad and Brian will represent the Prestian interests
well,” Chase says, placing his arm around my waist.
“You kids run along. Brian and I have this covered,” Don says, good-naturedly.
“Thanks, Dad, good night Emily. We’ll see you in the morning for breakfast. Brian, thanks again,” Chase says, shaking his hand before guiding me to the double elevators in the hall entering a code into the keypad, and taking me into his arms.
“Baby, I have wanted to rid you of this dress all night long and I can’t think of a more perfect place than in the elevator,” he says, fingering the dainty straps that are the only things holding the material on my body.
“The elevator?” I ask, feeling myself grow anxious, but moistening at the mere idea.
“Does it excite you knowing that any moment the doors could open?” he asks, caressing the sensitive lobes of my ear with his tongue and down the side of my neck, inserting his finger between my legs.
“Chase…”
“You’re still so needy and wet. I want to see all of you, Baby,” he says, slowly moving the straps off my shoulders and letting the silk gown fall to the floor. “Exactly as I pictured you all day,” he says, caressing the tips of my nipples with his tongue as he travels south, lingering at my navel, teasing me with the wetness and warmth before he kneels before me, using his tongue to caress around my clit as he tugs on the chain. This looks so beautiful on you, Katarina,” he says, trailing kisses back up my body before he picks me up just as the elevator doors open.
“Chase!”
“Shh…. No one here but us,” he says, at the same time I realize the door opens directly into the penthouse. He carries me through a contemporary white and chrome living space to the master suite beyond, exposed to his smoky gaze while adorned only by the silver and diamond necklace, bracelets, and clit chain.
“So lovely,” he says before placing me on the bed. I am riveted as he begins removing his tie and suitcoat before starting on the buttons of the crisp white dress shirt below. I am mesmerized, my breathing hitches as the sinewy muscles of his arms, chest, and washboard abs are exposed to me. My pussy tightens as I continue to watch. He is erect and his cock is magnificent, glistening in the shadows of the city lights streaming in from the windows high above the city.
“Lie back with your arms out and above your head,” he says, walking to me. He takes his time, his eyes blazing a heated trail over my nakedness before unclasping the bracelets around my wrist, affixing them to the loops above my head. “And now your legs, Katarina. Open them wide for me,” he says, walking to the foot of the bed as I do what he’s asked. “So beautiful,” he says, tugging lightly at the chain still attached to my clit.
I moan and move my hips in pleasure. “I guess we will be needing the restraints after all,” he says, placing each of the bracelets around my ankles and clasping them to the end of the bed. The slow rhythm of the pull on my clit begins drawing, like a mouth, causing me to writhe while he leisurely walks toward me, watching me as he trails his fingers along my thighs and navel and caresses my erect nipples.
“So sensitive and responsive,” he says, reaching behind my hair and unclasping the diamond necklace that lies across the curve of my breasts. He flicks one nipple and then the other, rubbing the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger and the sensation goes right to the center of my core.
“Still Baby, is this what you want?” he asks, his body a strong masculine silhouette in the shadows of night.
I can only nod. “Watch Katarina and stay still. I want you to absorb all of the pleasure,” he says as the vibration between my legs intensifies.
It takes concentration and effort not to grind my hips into the pleasurable pulsation, but my mind is distracted as he caresses my nipple and then places the jewelry on my right breast. The exquisite pain begins to flame the already pulsing desire deep in my core. He caresses my other nipple lightly; it is erect waiting for his touch. He strokes it, teasing the delicate flesh before affixing the other clip of the necklace to the sensitive bud, causing me to moan aloud.
He settles onto the bed between my legs, laying the silver and diamond necklace attached to my nipples over the curve of my breasts and across my abdomen.
“Tell me how this feels, Katarina,” he says, leaning over me.
“It’s so intense, the necklace and the chain together. It’s making me so needy,” I moan, as the moisture pools in my core.
