We did have a cold one, many cold ones, sitting in the shade of the porch. Talk was easy and rambling, interrupted by long stretches of comfortable silences. The view from the porch was beautiful, rolling fields full of wildflowers.
I finally turned to him, a bit emboldened by alcohol, the questions I’d been mulling over in my mind finally tumbling out.
“You’ve made some references to Jake, that you know him, that he’s had relationships at the club. What can you tell me about those?”
It was late afternoon, the sun sending slanting rays across the fields. Chase was squinting into the sun, looking off across what must have been acres of his ranch.
He turned to me, one eyebrow raised. “Jake didn’t tell you? Not surprised. He’s a man of many secrets.” He took a long pull on his beer. “I guess we all are, come to that.”
Chase sat forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, holding the neck of the beer bottle between his knees. His gaze was focused on the porch floor in front of him. His voice was low, not the sexy voice that sent a thrill down my spine, but with an edge to it. It sent a chill through me, and not a chill of arousal.
“Jake…Jake’s good at keeping secrets. And he’s got some pretty dark ones. As much as I’d like to be the one to tell you, I can’t. Not now. You should ask him. I can say though, if he hasn’t been honest with you before now, I’m not sure he’s going to suddenly come clean.”
Chase turned to me again, his eyes intense, almost amber in the setting sun. “But if you’re going to continue this relationship with him, as his submissive, I think you better get him to tell you. As in any relationship, trust is vital. And in your type of relationship, it’s more important than you realize.”
I was quiet, the pleasant buzz of the alcohol suddenly gone. While I wasn’t sure what I expected Chase to say, I know that wasn’t it.
He stood, setting his beer bottle down, reaching for my hand.
“Come on. I still have one wing of the house to show you.”
I followed willingly, pulled in the wake of Chase’s unspoken but all too obvious desires. I wanted what he wanted, as much of it as I could get before I headed home.
The master bedroom was as comfortable and rustic as the lower level, the hard edges of wood and stone softened by overstuffed chairs and a bed covered in a handmade quilt. There was a fireplace in this room, although not as massive as the ones downstairs.
Chase spun me around, his hands on my arms, fingers digging in to my upper arms. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with arousal. My breath caught in my throat at the strength of his grasp. There was an instant where I wasn’t sure what he was going to do.
But he pulled me against his chest, his mouth on mine in a now-familiar kiss that bruised my lips against my teeth, this tongue thrusting into my mouth. I received him fully, opening my mouth to him, my tongue meeting him thrust for thrust.
His hands were roaming restlessly over my body, pulling at my shirt, sliding his hands beneath it to grope my br**sts. I stepped away from him, struggling out of my shirt before he pulled me back to him.
His erection was pressed against my stomach, hard and hot. My fingers found their way to the buttons on his jeans, pulling and tugging them open, sliding my hand down to cup his c*ck and balls, making him grunt and push against my hand.
I was impatient to get at his body and, surprising myself, I reached up, tearing the front of his shirt, buttons popping off, clicking on the hardwood floor. I felt more than heard Chase grunt against my mouth, felt his lips curve into a smile.
In one swift movement, Chase lifted me, tossing me on to the bed. I’m not used to being tossed by anyone and it caught me off guard. Chase laughed, his eyes glinting, sensing my discomfort and apparently enjoying it.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”
My eyes widened. I wasn’t afraid of Chase, but the wildness and unpredictability of him startled me. But it was that same wildness and unpredictability that lit a fire inside me like no one else ever had. His uncontrolled passion was what drew me to him, making me the clichéd moth to his flame.
His hands were pulling at my jeans, tugging them down my legs. He stripped his jeans off, taking his ruined shirt off, leaving him nak*d, standing at the edge of the bed.
Chase’s strong hands pushed my legs apart, his eyes traveling hungrily over my body. He climbed on the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs. I knew exactly what he was going to do and my h*ps began twitching in anticipation, and I heard myself making small whimpering noises. Chase smiled down at me, a roguish glint in his eye.
“I can’t wait to taste you, Abby.”
I shuddered briefly as he ran his tongue the length of my p**sy, stopping to flicker over my clit. With consummate skill, he began his assault, licking and sucking, his tongue seeming everywhere at once, probing deeply, and skimming the edges, his lips brushing against my soft folds.
At one point I felt his teeth graze my clit, catching my breath at the sudden sharpness as he bit gently, tugging and pulling, before sucking it into his mouth.
I was clutching the sheets, my head thrashing from side to side, wanting this to continue but wanting more, wanting to touch Chase, feel his body beneath my hands, to have his c*ck in my mouth.
Sitting up, I squirmed away from him, his startled look making me smile. I didn’t think many women, or me, managed to startle with Chase.
“Come here. It’s my turn.” I pulled him by arm and he came willingly, a knowing smile replacing his surprise, kneeling beside me on the bed.
Sitting up, I grabbed his cock, pulling it toward my mouth, licking the head, running my tongue over and over the slit in the end, down the sensitive underside of the head.
I pulled his length into my mouth, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around his shaft. He was looking down, watching every move I made as his c*ck slid between my lips.
He reached one hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit, thrusting his fingers into my wet p**sy. I moaned against his cock, briefly closing my eyes as his fingers pulled and rubbed my clit, my h*ps arching up in response.
Before long, Chase was moaning, rocking his h*ps back and forth, his eyes still watching intently, his breathing harsh. His fingers were still aggressively thrusting into me, harder, just on the verge of being uncomfortable. But my body was responding, my legs spread far apart, h*ps rolling, bucking against his hand.
And then it was all too much, for both of us. With a cry that sounded almost desperate, Chase pulled himself away from me, climbing between my legs. He grabbed the backs of my thighs, pulling me up, pulling my legs further apart.
He was on his knees between my legs, his spread wide, his c*ck wet with my spit. There was a fierce, almost savage, look in his eyes. He paused, looking down at me, breath rasping from his throat.
A small part of me recoiled from the intensity of his gaze, but the rest of me, the wild part, wanted him so badly, wanted whatever he was going to do to me. I rose up on my elbows, meeting his gaze, breathing hard.
“Do it, Chase. Now.” I was breathing just as hard. “Oh, god…take me…use me. Do it now!”
And he did. He thrust into me and kept going, driving himself into me at a merciless pace. His hard thighs were hitting the backs of my legs, pushing me across the bed. Chase roughly grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me up his thighs, slamming his c*ck into me over and over.
I braced my arms on the bed, arching up, helpless in his grasp as he took control, using my body, taking his pleasure while giving me mine. I was, again, at his mercy, under his dominance. And I loved it.
When I came, there was no stopping it, or Chase. He drove right through my bucking and thrashing, my desperate cries. All I could do was arch up against him, let my body take control and ride the ever-increasing waves of ecstasy.
But Chase wasn’t finished with me. My orgasm peaked and then held, as he continued his frenzied thrusting. I was shaking, my arms tired, my legs quivering, my mind, I realized, heading to that place I’d gone when Chase had bound me with rope. Everything was too much…but I wanted more.
Chase’s cry, his almost-scream, brought me back. His head was thrown back, his h*ps thrust forward, eyes tightly shut. I could feel every nuance of his c*ck inside me, feel it harden even more, the first pulses as his orgasm broke, the hot rush of fluid as he ejaculated. He made short sharp jabs into me, grimacing with each, his cries finally softening as he came down from the peak of his orgasm.
We collapsed, Chase covering me, my body exhausted. I drifted off, and then became aware of Chase moving me, lifting my arms and legs, covering me with sheets and the quilts, pulling me against him. I felt his gentle kiss on my neck and then I was asleep.
***
It was very late…or very early…when I woke. The room was dark; Chase a darker shape in the bed next to me. I leaned over him, looking for an alarm clock. The one on the bedside table said seven-fifteen. My cry of dismay roused Chase.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was groggy with sleep, low and husky. And utterly sexy. Damn.
“I’m really, really late. Why is it so dark in here?”
I was struggling to untangle myself from the sheets.
“Black out curtains.” Chase’s hand reached out, stilling my efforts.
“Stay. Call in sick.” His voice was less groggy but no less sexy. My breath caught in my throat, my heart doing a little double beat. The warm scent of us rose up, reminding me of yesterday.
“I can’t…”
“Yes. You can.” There was a fumbling on his side of the bed and a cell phone was thrust into my hands.
After I handed the cell phone back to him, he rolled toward me, pulling me against his body, his erection already there, hard, pressing against my stomach. There was that familiar, and oh-so-welcome, thud deep inside of me in response. I moved closer, my hand sliding down between us, my fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.
“You’re turning me into a bad girl, Chase.” I whispered my words over the top of his head. He was already kissing my br**sts, his fingers playing with my n**ples.
He looked up at me, his face just visible in the dim light. I thought he was probably smiling.
“No. I think you’ve been a closet bad girl all along. I just opened the door.”
***
It was sometime Friday night when I got back to my own apartment. I’d at least had the presence of mind to leave a very large bowl of food for the cat, but he was clingy and needy for the first hour I was home. He followed me everywhere, even to the bathroom when I took my ritual Sunday evening bath, two days early.
I stayed in the bath a long, long time, adding more hot water. My muscles were sore; there were fingerprint bruises on my arms and the backs of my thighs. It made me wonder, now that I was away from Chase, exactly what I had been doing and why.
The what was easy. I’d been having mind-blowing sex, wild and passionate, with an unpredictable man who lit a fire inside of me. That sent me out of control, made my body not only sing, but scream with pleasure. I’d never come away from being with any man feeling as desirable and alive as I did with Chase.
The why was a bit more complicated. I guess, in simplest terms, because I could. He excited me and I apparently excited him. We got along well; we enjoyed each other’s company, in and out of bed. We had kick ass sex.