Page 52 of Degrees of Power
“I think this will do,” he says, traveling down my body and securing my ankles as well.
“Honey,” I moan.
“Since it was my turn to pick out the paddle and it was clear you were late intentionally, I thought you may be ready for something a little more intense than what we’ve done in the past,” he says, stepping in front of me so that I can look at his implement of choice. It is long, wooden and intimidating. I swallow, my need becoming heated and I will myself to get my breathing in sync.
“Baby, your breathing has become shallow and low, I want you to take a deep breath, inhale now,” he instructs and I do, filling my lungs with oxygen.
“Now slowly exhale,” he says.
It is challenging to take my eyes off the paddle, my body’s desires taking over and making it difficult for me to focus on anything else. The rectangular length of the wooden paddle, similar to the one we’ve used in the past, but a little longer will cover the expanse of both cheeks with no problem. My ass is lifted in the air, on display to him.
“Katarina, you have the power. Do you still want to play?” he says.
“I do, very much,” I whisper without hesitation as he walks behind me.
He swipes a finger underneath me, entering me. “Baby, you’re absolutely soaked,” he says. “I’m going to spank you and this is going to be more intense than you have ever felt. I want you to tell me if it you want to stop, Katarina,” he says and I nod my affirmation.
“Honey, I want this so bad,” I say, my voice strained by my own desire.
“Very good, Baby,” he says, trailing a finger down the length of my spine, over my ass cheek and my thigh. “We are going to start and I want you to count with me,” he says.
I nod my affirmation and the sting of the paddle comes down, square across my ass cheeks. It is harder than at any time before and my core clenches deliciously right before the next one is delivered, and a third and fourth. The smarting on my cheeks causes an overwhelming desire between my legs, deep inside. I push my ass in the air and am rewarded with three more succinct paddles to the ass leaving me needy and desperate for release. I moan audibly. “Baby, I need to hear how you are doing,” Chase says.
“I’m so close, Honey,” I say, before another three paddles come down, one by one, causing me to squirm and to raise my ass to the extent my restraints allow.
I feel the weight of his body as he positions behind me. “I want you to cum with me this time, ” he says, sliding his rigid cock into me, pushing deep inside of me, over and over, holding me on the brink, the tidal wave building, rising and then his command, “Cum for me, Katarina,” and I am helpless, trembling around his cock, clutching his girth inside of me as we both find our release, helpless to stop the violent shuddering that overtakes us. He releases my ankles and reaches up to free my wrists, pulling me into his arms, both of us reveling in the aftermath.
“You’re still breathing so hard, Baby,” he says, whispering into my ear, causing goose bumps to form along my arms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Mmm… it was so good,”I say, pushing against him to snuggle in even closer, enjoying the feel of him inside of me for a few more moments, before he slips out of me and turns me toward him.
“How did that make you feel?” he says, pushing the long curls out my eyes.
“Vulnerable, submissive, wet and wanting to do it again. It’s everything I thought it would be except…”
“Except?”
“I have a feeling you still took it pretty easy on me, I mean don’t get me wrong it smarted, but, well, you know what I mean,” I say, trying to control my blush.
“My goal was to punish you, push you to control your climax for as long as you could, not to hurt you physically,” he says, kissing my lips.
“It was perfect, Chase. I am slowly greatly beginning to appreciate delayed gratification and developing some restraint. I realize what a gift it is now,” I say, grinning.
“I could tell by your breathing, the way you were trying not to push back but couldn’t control your body’s desire. It was amazing to watch, Baby,” he says.
“I’m still not sure how I would feel if you were actually to deprive me,” I say, blushing as I recall one of our previous conversations about punishments.
“Well, then let’s make sure that level of punishment does not become necessary,” he says, his eyes alight with challenge.
I begin to say something but his phone vibrates. “It’s your dad. We should take this,” he says, kissing me lightly on the lips before answering the incoming call. “This is Chase,” he says, sliding up so that he is sitting against the headboard of our bed before pulling me against him and engaging the speaker.
“Hi Chase. Just wanted you to know everything’s set. Jay’s team has been working day and night to gather the necessary intel on Alfreita’s whereabouts and that of the Interpol operatives his family works with. Greatly appreciate you allowing the team’s support,” he says.
“Yes, of course. Jay’s been keeping me informed on that front. It appears Alfreita may be holding something over each of the three department heads.”
“Sounds like Alfreita has documents and photos of them taking money to look the other way on multiple drug shipments, that and a few little romps their wives may not want to see,” Carlos says.
