by Elle Harte
I could take in that virile cologne, and it was urging me to take this further. I was still wearing the dress I wore yesterday and his hand reached past it. He helped get rid of my thong. His hands were touching me then, driving me wild and I couldn’t keep those moans in any longer. He mouth was on my mouth and his tongue was darting in and out, and bringing me closer and closer to the edge…but instead of taking this further he stopped. His hand came away and his mouth broke off and he was just hovering above me, watching me.
“You want to please me, Kitten?” he asked and he didn’t have to tell me what the answer should be.
“Yes,” I managed. “I want to please you.”
“I need to hear you say it again.”
The need for his touch is so bad I couldn’t think of anything else.
“I want to please you,” I said hoarsely and the desire inside me was getting painful.
“Prove it,” he said.
He took my hand and brought it toward my flaming body. He pressed my hand on my own heat and I felt the pleasure emanating from within me. “I want you to touch yourself,” he said, and saying that, he let go of my hand and used it to spread my legs apart. “Do it for me.”
I hesitated for only a second until I felt Chase’s mouth on mine.
“Do it,” he said, breaking off from the kiss. “You want to please me, don’t you?”
I know that I have never been that wet. I started to rub myself and the pleasure started building up, higher, and that was when I felt Chase’s hand going up and reaching for the breast through the fabric, and it just drove me toward an orgasm until my legs were shaking.
Soon, he was on top of me, unclothing himself and his cock was ready and waiting.
Afterwards, we just lay in bed, next to each other.
“Why did we come here?” I asked. “We could have gone to the loft.”
“Kira was there,” Chase said. “I didn’t want her to go stay somewhere else.”
I noticed a hint of seriousness in his voice. “Chase?”
“Yeah?”
“Is everything okay?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Kind of.”
“Everything’s fine,” he said. “At least I hope it is. I’m just worried about Kira.”
“Kira? Why?”
“I don’t think she’s doing too well.”
I turned to face him in bed. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve never told this to anyone,” he said, looking at me. “But Kira, and I our parents used to be friends and then Kira started going out with my cousin. My mother never liked it. Five years ago, Davy died of an overdose. My mother still blames Kira but Kira was devastated. She had nothing to do with his death, but Kira had some substance abuse issues in the past.”
“That’s horrible,” I didn’t know what to say.
“Davy was like a brother to me. I tried to help him.”
Chase sat up, propped himself against a pillow. “A while back,” he said. “I caught Kira doing drugs.”
“Oh.”
“Well, I confronted her and she told me she was going to quit.”
“And?”
“It seems like she has,” Chase said. “But I think maybe she’s having a rougher time than she’s letting on. But you know there’s no way to know for sure, because she won’t tell me these things. I just feel like I’m not doing everything I can for her.”
“Chase,” I said. “You’re actually doing some solid parenting for someone who isn’t your child.”
“Someone had to.” I liked that he was a good person in his heart, and cared about people and not just me. It made me feel closer to him. Like I could finally tell him the things that I wanted to get off my chest ever since I saw him. “There was a reason I left Nick that night.”
“I know, he cheated on you.”
“That was part of it,” I started to tell him. “That night I went to his room and he was planning something with that woman. Something sinister. He caught me before I could try to make out what he was planning, and I had to run because he frightened me.”
He was suddenly quiet.
“You told me your father is still under his spell?”
“He has to be. Jason said it was my father who convinced him.”
“I’m sorry, Blayne.”
“I never told this to Chloe. I guess I wanted to run.”
“And now?”
I went to sit next to him and put my arms around him. “Now, I’m tired of running.”
After a pause, he spoke again. “There’s one more thing,” Chase said. “That I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
My heart started beating faster in anticipation. “What Chase? What is it?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
My phone on the nightstand rang suddenly; there was a text from Nick.
I checked it purely out of habit.
Chase
I was half asleep and came out of my room to get a drink and the loft looked empty. I turned on the lights in the kitchen and I was suddenly hit by a flash of naked butt. “Jesus! KIRA!” I screamed and backed away into the counter when I realized it wasn’t Kira. There was a naked man in my house, and he was stuffing his face with cold spaghetti from the fridge that I had put there earlier.
He washed the food down with beer and waved to me with the beer still in that hand. “Hey! Did I wake you?”
“Stefan. What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I yelled. “Better yet, what are you doing naked in my house?!”
The door to Kira’s room opened and she walked into the kitchen. She wasn’t wearing anything either, and covered herself up with Stefan’s coat that was on the chair.
“I’m living with a bunch of nudists!” I said. “Don’t you people ever wear clothes?”
“Why are you so uptight, Cooper! Live a little,” Kira said and Stefan chimed in. “She’s right, you are uptight!”
“Is he high again?” I said. “Because if he is I’m seriously done with the both of you.”
“Hey, we’ve been sober for three weeks,” Kira said. “He just had one too many body shots…” she pulled him close and kissed his spaghetti filled mouth. “Isn’t that right baby?”
Stefan grinned. “Because you’re so sexy!”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, whatever sick thing you have going on here,” I said. “Take it inside. I shouldn’t have to witness this hedonism.”
Kira took the spaghetti from Stefan and convinced him to go to bed. When he finally left, she turned to me. “Sorry about that.”
“You two hooking up is just weird.”
“I think I like him.”
“Kira, you know his deal.”
“I know, I know. Anyway, enough about me, let’s talk about you.”
“There’s not much to say.”
“Did you tell her yet?”
I hated hearing that question. It made me anxious. But I knew running away was a temporary fix. I knew I had to confront it. “I haven’t found the right moment.”
“Look, you’re afraid she’s going to leave you,” she said. “So, you keep putting it off, but it’s not right. It’s not fair to her, Chase. She needs to know if she’s getting serious about you.”
“I just want a few more days with her. I want to feel real happiness, is that so bad?”
“You need to tell her, Chase. You need to trust her love.”
She kissed me on the cheek. “I know you. You won’t be able to rest until you sort this out. So, just do it.”
When she went back to her room, I kept thinking about it. Kira was right. I’d been courting danger far too long.
Blayne deserved to know the truth.
Tomorrow, when I see her after work, I’ll find a way to tell her.
And if she hates me after that, I won’t purs
ue her.
And if she chooses me despite all that, I’m never leaving her side.
Blayne
Beauty will surround you - open your eyes to see it.
I knew Nick was probably grabbing at straws now.
He couldn’t make me listen to him, so he was going to try and break us up now. I didn’t care how he found out about us, or how much he knew but I no longer cared. Even Chloe said it was a desperate attempt to win me back.
Well, Chase and I were together and we had nothing to hide from some guy who was now my ex. I was trying to concentrate on work, but then I received another text.
This one was from Chase Cooper.
The phone was in my hand and I could see that single text, clear enough.
> BATHROOM.
> NOW.
I checked to see if Chase was in his office but the room was empty, and he was nowhere on the floor either. Everyone else was busy working, and it was not even lunch time yet. I typed back:
> WHERE ARE YOU?
The response was very concise.
> DON’T QUESTION ME. UNLESS YOU WANT TO DISPLEASE ME?
A smile started growing on my face. There was also this strange feeling inside me, making me excited for what was about to happen, what could happen. I almost wanted to displease him, just to see what punishment he would have in store, but I decided it would be far more interesting to see where this led to. I took my cell phone and headed toward the bathrooms. Thankfully, there was no one around. I headed into one of the stalls and locked myself in, and my hands were trembling dialing his number. He picked up on the first ring. He had been waiting too.
“Are you alone?” he asked, no greeting, no nothing.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Are you wearing the panties I told you to wear?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t lie to me, Blayne. You know I’m going to check.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Hold the phone in one hand,” he said. “With the other, I want you to touch yourself.”
I had to do as he asked of me.
So, there I was, in the restroom of my workplace with a hand down my pants and he was guiding me on the phone, from wherever he was sitting. He had control over my body, even from that distance. That was what this whole exercise was about. I could tell he felt better than I did.
“You want to make me happy, don’t you?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Then let me hear you come,” he said. “I want to smell that sweet cum on your panties when I see you after work. I want you to smell like your pleasure, Kitten. Will you do that for me?”
As if I could go back now. “Yes.”
My hand had a mind of its own. I was standing there just touching myself and listening to his voice—that deep, sensual voice that was telling me what to do with my body. My hands were soon covered in my own juices and it didn’t take me long to find a pace that promised to bring me to the finish.
“Fuck!” I said at last, when the moment finally came.
My legs were weak and I had to take some support from the wall. I was still panting when I heard him speak again. “You’re a good fucking slave, Kitten. You know how to please.”
There was a long pause before I could regain my composure and able to speak, through which he was waiting.
“Chase?”
“Yes, Kitten?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Kitten. I love you more than you can imagine.”
Blayne
In the evening, Stanton drove us back to Chase’s place as usual. Chase made some deal and he kept talking, he was excited about it. When we got to his loft, he went to take a shower and his phone kept ringing. I don’t like answering other people’s phones, so I let it ring. I went to the kitchen, hoping to make some tea, when Chase came back out. He was nude except for the towel on his waist.
“What are we having?” he asked.
“Tea,” I said. “Would you like to choose a flavor?”
“Anything you pick is fine.”
He had barely finished the sentence when his phone started ringing again. Chase excused himself to go pick it up. Soon, I heard him speaking in a raised voice to whoever was on the other end. When he finally came down he looked enraged. “I can’t believe my mother,” he said.
“What happened?” I asked, sliding his cup of tea in front of him.
“Kira stayed there one day,” Chase said. “One day, Blayne! And now she’s all messed up and angry.”
“I’m sorry.”
“She acts like a child sometimes,” he said. “As though Kira is the one who killed him.”
The door opened and Kira walked in. she looked weak, unwell somehow. She wasn’t expecting me, that much was obvious but she gave me a polite greeting and Chase walked over to her and took her bag. “Did you bring the meds with you?” he asked and that annoyed Kira a bit, but she still responded with a ‘yes.’
“I want to sleep,” Kira said.
“Sure,” Chase said. “You take the bed. We were going out anyway. We’ll talk when you wake up.”
Kira wordlessly went upstairs.
I lowered my voice to ask the next question. “Is she not well?”
“Why do you say that?” Chase asked.
“You asked him about the meds.”
“Oh that,” Chase said. “That’s just…they’re a…antidepressants and other stuff that her therapist prescribed. She has to keep taking them for another year at least.”
“Okay. Sorry if that was personal.”
“Don’t say that,” Chase said, finally reaching for the tea. “We share bodily fluids. It doesn’t get more personal than that.”
“Do you think she’s going to be okay?”
Chase stared at his cup. “I hope so.”
Blayne
It was a beautiful evening and that was why we decided to walk. I suggested it, Chase wasn’t much of a walking enthusiast. I on the other hand, loved the feeling of my feet on the ground, and the fresh air.
Walking in Williamsburg was a treat, if you knew how to do it right. I don’t think Chase felt the same way. “You don’t like doing this,” I said, trying to keep a straight face as we walked because his resistance was hilarious. I’d never seen him that awkward.
“Watch a dog pee on a homeless guy?” Chase said, avoiding a puddle. “Not my favorite part of the day.”
“You haven’t even seen the sexual deviants yet,” I told him. “There’s this one street I know, where an old man will unzip his pants and show you his penis…like every time. Doesn’t matter if you’re a guy or a girl, he still does it.”
“No one’s taking him away?” Chase asked in disbelief. “How could no one report something like that?”
“People usually just end up feeling sorry for him. He’s really old and sad looking.”
“I bet that’s just an act,” he said. “I bet he gets his rocks off this way and no one sees through it.”
I started to laugh. “Look who turned out to be against nudity!”
“That one almost didn’t suck,” Chase was grinning. “But you have a long way to go before you reach the expert level of sarcasm.”
“Oh please, you know I’m ridiculously good at everything I do.”
“Blayne?”
We both stopped in our tracks to find out who had called me by my name.
The same hazel eyes that I was trying to avoid, stood in front of me.
“Nick?”
He was right there, in front of us, and he looked furious. There was anger in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was intimidating. “Nick,” I said, finally able to find my voice. “What the hell are you doing here? Were you following us?”
But instead of looking at me, Nick was glaring at Chase for some reason. I didn’t like one bit where this was going and I had that feeling inside that Nick wasn’t here to just chat. The street was deserted. I kept thinking of possible escape plans in case somethi
ng did go wrong.
“You never spilled the truth,” Nick almost spit the words at Chase. “You haven’t told her everything, Mr. Cooper.”
I had no idea what he was talking about but when I glanced at Chase, I knew what that look meant—confusion and being caught off guard.
“What do you want, Nick?” I tried to make him listen and this time Nick looked right at me and started talking.
“Remember that girl you saw with me?” he said.
“Of course, I remember Nick,” I said. “It was one of the best moments of my life.”
I hoped my sarcasm was obvious enough and Nick would back off but he kept going in the same vein. “That girl,” he continued. “You know what her name was?”
“No Nick, I have no idea and I don’t give a damn—”
“It’s Sydney,” Nick said. “Her name was Sydney.”
I knew that name…
Chase.
She was at the club with Chase, but I hadn’t been able to see her face.
“Chase was the one who sent her to me Blayne,” Nick said. “He sent her to break us up.”
It was obvious Nick was lashing out, trying to find something about Chase to be angry with him. And to make me upset. “You think you know him Blayne,” Nick said. “But you don’t. I just had someone tell me the whole story. This guy has been after you for a while now. I don’t know, he must have seen you somewhere. Whatever. And he planned to break us apart, so he could take my place! Come on, Blayne think about it! All those coincidences! They weren’t random at all, he’s been stalking you. I have proof of that!”
He thrust some pictures at me.
I saw them and I couldn’t understand what I was looking at. It was Chase and Stanton and the limo, and another man with a scar on one side of his face. The man who ran into me on the subway and helped me. He even wore the same Bluetooth device. This was getting ridiculous. The further I delved into those pictures, the more I saw of Chloe’s apartment and of me mostly. There were pictures of times that I didn’t have a clue I was being watched. It was all very creepy and it was all very Chase Cooper.
