Page 51 of Degrees of Power
“I am, but you haven’t had dessert,” I say, sipping my wine, trying hard not to grind against him.
“I thought we may need a little sustenance after the evening and I have something else in mind for dessert.”
“Hmm… Just what would that be?” I ask.
“Always so anxious and ready, but your restraint is much improved,” he says, pushing against the erect nub he has created and causing me to stir against him.
“Oh, Baby, you moved, and you were doing so well,” he says, his eyes alight with mischief.
“I want your hand where mine was, rub yourself just like I was doing,” he says, taking my hand and placing it on my mound. “Caress yourself, Katarina,” he instructs.
My breathing shallows as I do what he’s asked, slipping my hands underneath my skirt. The act itself makes me feel wanton and naughty.
His eyes hold my gaze. “Don’t stop,” he says as I watch him clear the plates, taking them into the kitchen before he comes back for the glasses, making a second trip.
“Stand up now. It’s impossible for me to see you rub your little pussy with your skirt in the way,” he says, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. He holds my hands as I step out of the material, glancing around.
“Does the fact that we are in the middle of our dining room and your pussy is exposed to anyone that could walk in make you wet, Baby?” he asks, taking in my heels and thighs highs, caressing the soft lace around my thighs, before moving upward to my mound.
I can only nod. “Remove your blouse for me, but slowly. I love how your breasts are pushing against the material, nipples are erect, straining to be touched,” he says, standing back slightly so he can watch as I do.
I begin to unfasten them, pausing between each button, watching his deep green eyes turn darker hazel. He trails his finger along the open path of exposed skin as I reach the bottom button and slide the material from my shoulders, letting my blouse slide to the floor.
“So pretty, Baby,” he says, stroking my nipples. They are erect and more sensitive than usual, straining against the black lacy material of my bra. In one fluid movement he has opened the front clasp, but takes his time exposing my breasts to the air in the room. He kisses the tips of each nipple lightly and then uses his tongue to caress each one in turn. He reaches behind my hair and releases the necklace, sliding it’s roughness over the curve of my breasts before pocketing it, walking me backward until my body reaches the edge of the table.
“I’ve waited for this part of the meal all evening, Baby,” he says, picking me up and placing me deftly on the table. He pushes my legs apart so that he can stand in between them and kisses me gently, a soft provocative kiss, slow and stimulating.
He takes the necklace from out of his pocket, letting it dangle in one hand as he continues rubbing my nipples. I feel it deep in my core, my breath shallow knowing what he intends. “So beautiful and erect,” he says, placing one of the clamps on my swollen and sensitive nipple, causing me to moan aloud.
“Shh. . . Baby…” he says, placing the other one, letting the weight of the silver and diamond chain pull at the sensitive buds, allowing me to acclimate to the pressure and the desire it builds.
“Lay back, feel the coolness of the table against your naked body,” he says, assisting me, sliding me forward until my knees are comfortably at the end of the table supporting my weight. “Now, I do believe I have waited long enough for dessert,” he says, spreading my legs widely, raking his eyes over my body as he runs his thumb gently across my clit, caressing me.
My body has a mind of its own and I am powerless as my hips rise up to meet his touch. “Still Baby, I plan to enjoy my dessert very slow, savoring its sweetness and if you cum or move I will add another swat to the intense spanking I plan to give you tonight,” he says, causing my core to clench with anticipation as he caresses me lightly with his tongue. I moan softly, calming myself enough to remain still.
He is slow, deliberately hitting that delicious spot each and every time, building my desire, stroke after stroke, while the sweet pain of the clamps continues fueling my need, sending waves of pleasure throughout my core. I try not to move, but I am struggling, at the brink of climax. “Chase,” I moan audibly, my legs shaking.
“Let me hear you, Baby,” he says, as I move from side to side, trying to escape the extreme pleasure his tongue is creating. The tug of the necklace pulls the clamps to the edge of my nipples, setting them on fire and igniting my core. “Honey,” I moan softly as the exquisite feeling begins to build deep inside of me. “Hush Baby, let your body feel that,” he says before taking my clit into his mouth and tugging lightly at the end of the necklace. The pain in my nipples sends an intense desire to my core and I am helpless to the rise in my hips. “Baby, you’re so wet and sweet, but you weren’t supposed to move,” he says, licking me until I am sure I will explode.
“Not yet, Baby,” he says, unzipping himself, pulling me to the edge of the table, raising my legs over his shoulders and plunging deep inside of me.
“Chase, you’re so deep,” I moan, willing myself to remain still, but desperately wanting to raise up to meet him thrust for thrust.
“If you move, I will paddle you harder and won’t allow you to cum,” he says and his words both excite and frustrate me, causing me to moan as he drives in deeper. “Quiet Baby, take control, don’t cum,” he instructs, as he continues to sink into me, pulling my body onto his as he explodes inside of me.
He pulls out of me and assists me up, pulling me against him, kissing me passionately. “You showed amazing restraint, Baby. Now let me show you the real pleasures of patience and anticipation,” he says, carrying me from the table onto the elevators and into our room.
“Stay here,” he says setting me down gently, walking towards the closet and returning with a pillow of sorts.
“What’s that?” I ask, eyeing it suspiciously as he pulls the covers to the foot of the bed and positions the cushiony looking thing in the center of the mattress.
“I want you to lay over the top of the pillow. It will ensure you are comfortable and that your ass is on display for me while I spank you. Let’s take these off before you turn over though, Baby. Inhale deeply,” he instructs.
I do and at the same moment he removes the clamps, it sends a spike of desire right through me. I moan as he takes my nipples between his fingers, squeezing, slowly allowing the blood to flow back into them, watching me, knowing his touch has a straight line to my core before assisting me onto the bed.
“Tonight you are going to learn how intense and erotic delayed gratification can be. Tell me how turned on you are right now?” he asks.
“Very,” I moan as he releases my bracelets and extends my arms over my head before securing me to the headboard.
