Page 61 of Degrees of Power
“What did you mean by the threats that Ty is making. Did Jenny tell you something about what he said to her?” he asks.
“No, actually I forgot to mention it with everything that’s been going on. I came across an email that he sent to her after he cornered her at the grand opening. It sounds as though he’s still trying to hold something over her head,” I say.
“I need the email, Katarina,” Chase says.
I nod. “I wasn’t sure what to do with it so I sent it to myself from her email but I didn’t want to delete it in case it was needed in her inbox for evidence or something,” I say.
“We’ll figure it out in the morning,” he says, applying body wash to the loofah that sits on the stone ledge, first warming it with the lukewarm water of our bath before reaching for me. “Put your hair up,” he says, handing me a clip that I often use in the shower.
I sweep my long hair up, twisting it into a messy bun and slide the clip into place. “Lean back, against the pillow, put your hands behind your head and close your eyes. Don’t move or open them until I tell you to,” he says.
I slide down, laying against the pillow and the automated warming and massage features begin to slowly knead the muscles in my neck as he begins to rub the soft side of the loofah across my body, starting with my arms, shoulders, across the nape of my neck, and then gradually trailing a path across my breasts, my navel and then back up again to start all over. “That feels so good, Chase,” I say.
“Spread your legs for me. I want to see you,” he says huskily.
I open to him, unable and not wanting to deny my desire. The soapiness of the loofah is already south, rubbing against me. “Open wider,” he instructs, his masculine thighs helping me with the task as he rubs the soft side of the loofah over my mound again, circling, creating a slow burn deep inside of me. He moves the loofah lower and the rough side of the loofah grazes my clit.
“Gah,” I say, raising up, but the palm of his hand on my midsection calms me.
“Still Baby, close your eyes, pretend you can’t move. You are completely restrained, unable to see and all you can do is feel,” he says, his voice calming me, centering me.
The soft side of the loofah circles again, the warmed body wash allowing it to flow sensually over my mound, causing my hips to raise in need, wanting it to dip lower.
“All in good time, Baby,” he says, continuing his slow torture. The finger of his other hand traces the curve of my breast, one then the other, squeezing my pert and erect nipples, never missing the slow sensual rhythm he has created.
“God, Chase,” I moan as he rubs the other side of the loofah against my sensitive and erect clit, swollen with the desire he has created.
“Stay still, absorb the pleasure Baby, cry out if you need to, but don’t move and do not cum,” he instructs, rubbing the rough material against my clit again.
My hands are over my head and I need desperately to let them claw into something. I instinctively want to move away from the intensity, but once I can’t, it turns to pleasure, causing me to rise up and meet it head on, stroke for stroke. My clit is on fire and I feel the waves of a climax that I fear I will be unable to control.
“Chase, I’m so close…”
He enters me, hot and rigid, finding the spot that he knows will send me over the edge. “Cum for me now, Katarina,” he says and I am lost to the sensations crumbling around me, taking me higher and higher, a climax that leaves me shaking and trembling. He does not allow me to come down, grasping my ass, positioning my hips so that every time his cock drives into me it pushes against that hypersensitive special spot. My hips rise of their own accord, clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until we find our release in each other and the waves slowly begin to subside.
My hands are still above my head. I can’t help the smile that crosses my lips as he captures the smooth silkiness of my nape between his lips, suckling, keeping my nipples aroused and on point. “Honey,” I moan, as he continues his onslaught capturing my earlobe, penetrating the sensitive canal with his warm wet tongue, causing goose bumps to float over the length of my arms.
“Tell me you’re worry free,” he says, whispering in my ear.
“I can’t think of anything but you right now,” I say.
“You’ve taken all my energy and I need to replenish. Let’s see what Gaby has for dinner and get an update from Jay,” Chase says, kissing me on the lips before assisting me out of the tub to towel off. He unclasps the clip that has held the long strands of auburn hair off my neck and it tumbles around me falling over my breasts. “So beautiful, Baby,” Get dressed before I take you back to bed,” he says, kissing me gently.
“That’s not a very good incentive,” I say, smiling into his eyes.
“Probably not. Go, I need to eat,” he says, spinning me around and swatting me playfully on the ass.
I rummage through the selection hanging in the closet before settling on a green sweater dress and boots for dinner.
Jay is already at the table when we arrive and Gaby has made lasagna, garlic bread and a tossed salad. “You made my favorite,” he says, grinning at her as he snags a piece of bread from the platter.
“Chase told me you would be joining them for dinner,” she says, her eyes twinkling.
Chase holds out my chair for me as I’m seated before taking his own beside me. “So where are we at?” he says to Jay, as he passes me the salad bowl.
“Much better position. No sign of anything suspicious in the air right now and they’re making good time. Our men will be on the waves all night,” he says, serving himself a large piece of lasagna before passing the dish to Chase.
Chase places a piece onto my plate before taking some for himself and setting the pan back in the middle of the table. “Gaby has outdone herself,” he says after taking a bite.
