“The house was collateral on the loan for the warehouse. With the foreclosure, it’s only a matter of time until they take this from me too.” Christ, was that his voice? He sounded so broken. Forlorn. He cleared his burning throat.
“Oh, Chase,” she whispered. She turned to him and clutched his hand between hers. “We won’t let that happen. Period. Do you hear me?”
He blinked back tears.
“Hey. I’m talking to you, damn it!”
“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Say it.”
“We aren’t going to let that happen,” he said, but he didn’t believe it. He knew there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. The powerlessness that washed through him crushed his chest in a vise. He was going to lose everything he cared about. First the club. Then his house. And then Liz.
What sub would want to stay with a Dom who was left poor, broken, and homeless?
Chapter Sixteen
Liz slammed the playroom door behind them, rage boiling inside her right below the surface. She was going to kill her father. Of course he would be the one leading the charge to shut down the K Club. Why hadn’t she put the pieces together sooner? Oh, yeah, because Chase hadn’t told her anything about it. Shit. Could her life get any more screwed up? Her own father was trying to destroy her…er, boyfriend? No, that didn’t sound quite right. Her Sir? Maybe. Whatever. She was getting bogged down in diction again. She pushed thoughts of her father aside. She would deal with him tomorrow. Tonight, she had to focus on helping Chase.
“On the bed,” she ordered. Bossing him around didn’t feel the least bit strange, though she was used to being on the other end of the orders.
He climbed onto the four-poster bed, sliding up until his back was against the wall. “Like this…Mistress?”
Her nipples tightened. Damn. Adrenaline surged through her. Oh, she might like being on this end of the power exchange once in a while.
“That’ll do,” she said in her hardest voice.
She prowled closer to the bed, the soft glow of light around them familiar to her now. The power thrilling through her was different, though. She slowly unbuttoned her coat, then let it slide sensuously down her arms, tickling her skin with the soft fabric. When it pooled at her feet, she stalked toward him in her high heels. Wearing the clothes he’d picked out for her. It was heady to watch his half-closed, lust-filled gaze follow her every movement as she swayed her hips for him.
She stopped at the edge of the bed, momentarily unsure what to do next.
“Will Mistress be tying me up this evening?” he asked in a small voice.
She locked her gaze on his and had to force herself to stay in her Domme persona, when a part of her wished she could crawl into his lap and cry. Confess that she was Senator Johnson’s daughter and apologize for it. But her Sir was so lost. So unlike the man she was coming to respect and like. She had to be strong for him. This time it was her turn to take care of him.
“Was that a request?” she demanded.
His eyes lowered. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.
She climbed onto the bed and crawled up to straddle his hips. She held his chin and forced his head up until he met her gaze. Those dark eyes held longing, desire, and a touch of awe.
“You will speak up when you address me, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said clearly.
“Good boy.” She turned his head forcefully and kissed his neck, sucking hard until he groaned. “Don’t move,” she commanded before climbing off the bed.
She usually found herself ass up on the bench in their sessions, but she had no desire to spank him. She could totally tie him up, though. After learning of her fascination with being bound, he’d installed a full wrist-and-ankle set that ran under the mattress to each of the four corners of the bed. She grabbed the arm cuff on one side and adjusted the length until it would hold his arm taut as he leaned back against the wall. She kept her gaze locked on his to gauge his reaction as she closed the strap around the first wrist. But she wasn’t experienced at this.
She licked her lips and asked, “Maintenance check?”
“Good.”
“Good, what?” She turned his words around on him. How many times had she forgotten to say Sir when they were playing, and he’d reminded her? Sometimes gently. Sometimes not.
“Good, Mistress.”
She smiled approvingly and crawled across his body to get to the other strap. She secured him and moved to the foot of the bed to survey her handiwork. Not bad for her first try. “Still good?”
He nodded, swallowing slowly.
Damn, she should have taken off his shirt first. Too late now. And she probably wouldn’t be able to rip it off. She grabbed a condom from the side drawer and climbed onto the bed. She set the foil packet down beside him for easy access later. Then she started unbuttoning his pants. “Up,” she commanded. He lifted his hips obediently, and she pulled the leather down over his legs. When she reached his feet, she took off his boots, socks, and then the pants. Tossing them all aside, she admired his erection.
Somewhere in one of the drawers was a pair of scissors she’d seen appear in his hands over the past two weeks. She turned and crept to the edge of the bed, giving him what she hoped was a lovely picture of her bared ass as she moved on all fours. She went in search of the scissors. He waited patiently, not uttering a sound.
The tension in her body strung out, and she imagined she was doing the same for him. It was a technique that worked on her for sure. The anticipation, the mind game of wondering, hope and fear mixing until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Yes. She snatched the scissors from their drawer and hid them behind her as she sauntered back over to the bed. The heels should be killing her, but she was having so much fun she didn’t notice.
When she returned, his breath hitched, his cock twitched, and she smiled. His back pressed tightly against the wall behind him, and his legs flexed straight out on the bed, leaving her a beautiful view of his lower half. She straddled his lap. His erection sat hot and hard along her bare bottom. He caught sight of the scissors and tensed. She put the edge of the fabric between the blades and held, watching. His stomach muscles bunched beneath the soft cotton of his shirt. He squirmed but had nowhere to go.
She grinned, trusting her eyes said, Yeah, how do you like it, pal?
He nodded, and she cut upward with the scissors a few inches. Then she put the scissors on the table and took the shirt in both her hands. She yanked the fabric apart at the split until it ripped all the way up to the collar, exposing his beautiful chest. After pushing the fabric pieces out of the way, she roved her hands over his tanned skin, her nails grazing him. She barely pushed down with her fingertips, just enough to elicit a groan.
Dipping her head, she licked his nipples, then kissed her way down his body. She spread his thighs wide and settled herself between them on her knees. With her new sense of power, she boldly closed the fingers of both hands around the base of his cock and pumped up and down.
He moaned, tipping his head back, his neck and shoulder muscles straining as he pulled against his restraints. He was completely at her mercy. She stroked him, softly at first, then with a firmer hand, adjusting as he thrust and hissed. His face went slack with desire. She scooted back and lowered herself to lick the tip of his shaft. A strangled sound rewarded her.
She pulled him into her mouth and sucked hard. He groaned and bucked against the restraints. She smiled around his cock as she moved up and down, working the base with her hand. After a minute, she licked along the underside of the corona.
“Mmm. Salty. And oh, so sweet,” she said. His face was lined with strain. “Are you ready to come?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, panting.
“Well, that’s good. But you can’t. Not until I allow it.”
His eyes opened, and he stared at her. He swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.” His deep voice was hoarse. He was close. She would push him a bit further, the same way he pushed her
.
She opened the condom, and after another long lick from base to tip that made him shudder, she sheathed him. She slipped her thong off but left the corset and heels in place. He liked her in heels. And though she was impersonating the dominant one tonight, she wanted to please him.
She lengthened the straps until Chase slid down the bed, resting his upper body and head on the pillows but keeping his arms up and out, still secure in the Velcro cuffs. Then she straddled his chest. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, practically growling.
His head leaned forward. He licked along her labia, and she cried out at the sensation. So damned sensitive. He licked and kissed her there until she was slick and almost coming.
“Stop.”
He lowered his head, his lips glistening. He licked them clean as she moved down his body to position herself over his cock. She impaled herself on him one slow inch at a time until she was fully seated, her legs resting beside his hips. They both groaned then. She used his chest for leverage as she rode him slowly up and down until they were both quivering.
“Please,” he whispered.
She gazed down at his lust-crazed eyes and lost her rhythm. She moved faster, grinding herself against him. “Yes. Oh, right there,” she moaned. She dug her nails deep into his chest with one hand, using the other to play mercilessly with her clit. “Now. Come now, damn it.” She didn’t know if she was talking to him or her or both of them, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she was spasming above him, and he thrust up into her, hollering as he came. Waves of pleasure assaulted her, and she rode him hard until he went limp inside her.
She unclenched her fingers from his chest and blushed at the half-moon indents she’d left with her nails. Leaning over him, she undid one wrist from the strap. He buried his face in her cleavage, sighing and kissing her there sweetly. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her for a moment before undoing the other restraint. She rubbed his wrists like she was supposed to, but he quickly pushed her hands away.
“I need to kiss you,” he said, desperation edging his voice.
He grabbed her face and kissed her again and again until she was thrusting her hips against his groin. He flipped her onto her back. “More?” he asked.
“God, yes.” She wondered if she’d ever get enough of him. He’d seemed to switch back to his normal role within seconds, and she smiled up at him. He moved back from her to rid himself of the scraps of his shirt and dispose of the used condom. His attention dipped to the toy drawer, and when he pulled out the plug-in massager, her sheath clenched. They hadn’t tried this one yet.
He plugged it in and set it on the bed beside her. Wasting no time, he lifted her by the hips and splayed her atop the pillows, then spread her thighs wide. When he reached for the ankle straps, her breath hitched. He secured her ankles so her outer thighs were a scant inch above the mattress, her knees wide, and the heels of her shoes resting coolly against the very bottoms of her ass cheeks.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. He disappeared again. What was he up to now? When he returned, a small bottle of lube was in his palm. The light in his dark eyes made her squirm. He opened the bottle and squeezed a few drops onto the pad of his middle finger. Then he lifted her enough to undo the bow on the corset. He loosened the top and pulled her breasts free. Then he rubbed his lubed finger over her nipple. She cried out.
“Oh!”
The liquid tingled and warmed, bringing her nipple to taut attention instantly. It continued to get hotter. With a smirk, he bent down and blew cool air over the heat, increasing the almost painful burning sensation.
He reached for the bottle again and then grabbed the wand. “Oh, God,” she whispered.
“I’m going to drip the lube on the head of the wand. I used two drops on your nipple. Shall I use more on our little friend here?” he demanded darkly.
When she remained silent, captivated as he opened the bottle and tipped it upside down over the head of the wand, he grinned evilly. “What do you say? Three?” Drip, drip, drip. “Four?” Drip. “Five, six?” Drip, drip.
She watched the clear liquid slide down the gray silicon.
“More?” He kept up the steady drip-drip until he got to twelve, and the wand glistened with the warming, tingling liquid that was still setting her nipple on fire.
“Oh, God. Stop. Please. Stop.” She panted, unable to catch her breath. She knew where that wand was going. She didn’t know how she would handle it. Why hadn’t she told him to stop sooner? He clicked the On button, and the wand buzzed to life. Fast. And powerful.
She moaned in anticipation.
“Oh, you want this?” he said with feigned innocence.
“Yes,” she whined. “Please, Sir. Please.” The last was drawn out into a long whine as he touched her bare flesh with the buzzing monstrosity.
She screamed. He lifted it away and set it back down. She writhed, already fighting against her restraints and clutching the pillows beneath her. She thrashed as the tingling started. He lifted the wand again. “Close your eyes.”
Her eyelids slid closed. She wouldn’t be able to see when the vibrator was coming for her. Holy crap. This might kill her. The tingling built, and the vibration returned. She moaned and groaned, thrusting up her hips. The low, hard vibration tore through her. He took the wand away. That was when the burning started. Slow at first but quickly building until she felt like she was on fire. It was intense. Amazing. Almost too much.
The vibration returned. The tingling continued; the burning increased until she was crying out. This time he held the wand against her naked flesh, not moving it back or giving her a moment’s reprieve. Her muscles coiled tight. The vibration moved away. She forced her eyes to stay closed as she moaned and writhed uncontrollably. Cool fingers invaded the heat, shocking her. He spread her folds wide, exposing her clit. Her eyes fluttered, but she didn’t peek.
She heard the lube bottle click open. A soft squeak slipped from her. One drop. Two. Directly on her clit. She screamed as the tingle started, her body threatening to break. The buzzing sound she’d almost forgotten about got louder. Her clit burned. And then the full weight of the wand landed on her clit, and she screeched, her back arching, her body burning from the inside out.
“I can’t! Oh!” She came hard, overwhelmed in sensation. He rubbed the wand over her clit again and again.
“I don’t believe I gave you permission to come,” he warned.
“Oh. God. I—” She screamed as another wave claimed her, her body seizing. “Can’t. Stop.” She bucked and flailed, coming off the mattress, her spine bowing as she shook out of control. Still the burning pleasure/pain racked her, starting at her clit and zinging through her body until every nerve ending was on fire. Liquid poured from her folds. Shit. She couldn’t stop coming if he’d ordered her. Not if her life depended on it. She came again, one orgasm rolling into the next until she wasn’t sure if it was one long roll of pleasure or if she was still climbing higher.
“I…don’t think…I can take any more.” She could barely speak around her gasping breaths.
“Yes, you can,” he said. “As punishment for coming without permission.”
She quaked. Fear licked through her. Was he serious? Her mind was awash in an erotic haze, her head sliding from side to side as she succumbed to the pleasure he was inflicting on her, her body shaking violently, the pleasure and pain mixing together until it was all one bright white mist of sensation. Explosions rocketed through her body one after another. She blinked, and her vision was spotty. She was going to pass out, her body at the breaking point. The pleasure consumed her.
“Chase,” she whispered, unable to do much else. He pulled the wand free, and it clicked off. Her feet were unbound quickly, and he pulled her still-shaking body onto his lap. Her eyelids fluttered, his face flickering in and out of focus.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.”
She nodded against his shoulder as he held her tight in his
arms. “Just drift, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
Her eyes closed, and she slipped into a black haze while her body vibrated from the toes of her red shoes to the tips of her hair. She was vaguely aware of Chase’s hands on her body, but the sensation was dulled. As if she couldn’t process anything else. Was he undressing her? All she knew was she was warm, comforted, safe.
Chapter Seventeen
Chase cradled Liz’s naked body against him and carried her from the playroom. She still floated in that space between consciousness and unconscious. Son of a bitch. She’d told him she couldn’t take any more, and he’d pushed anyway. She’d given him an incredible gift, helping him focus and get his mind right when his world was falling apart. And how had he repaid her? By pushing her past her limits. She was barely aware of anything around her. Her eyes were dilated, her body still quivering.
He laid her gently on his bed and climbed in alongside her, holding her close. He cupped her cheek. “Liz. Sweetheart, can you hear me?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, though he knew the answer. Of course she wasn’t okay. She couldn’t even open her eyes all the way. Damn him. What he wouldn’t give for one of her smart-ass retorts right now.
She nodded. Liar.
He shook her shoulders. “Sweetheart, open your eyes,” he cajoled.
She blinked them open. “Hmm?”
“Maintenance check?” The words were sour on his tongue. If he’d listened when she’d said enough, he wouldn’t have to ask.
“High as a kite. Now shut the fuck up and let me float.”
“Oh, thank God.”
She smiled weakly at him. He kissed her tenderly. An apology. She pushed at him with one floppy hand. “I said let me float, damn it.” She mustered a glare from somewhere. A weight lifted from his chest.
“Okay. All right, sweetheart.” He stroked her hair, and she snuggled into his embrace, closing her eyes. He kissed the top of her head as she drifted into full sleep. Continuing to soothe them both with caresses over her skin, he was overcome with relief. She slept soundly, not moving at all under his touch. Finally, his mind stilled, and he took a deep breath. “I think I am falling completely in love with you, Ms. Elizabeth Clark,” he whispered as he reached to shut off the light.
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