Satisfaction Guaranteed (6 page)

"Pretty in pink." Chase stroked her bare ass, soothing away the slight sting, cupping her cheeks in his hands, and squeezing lightly. It felt good, everything he did felt good,
and it all made her want more. She thrust her hips back at him, trying to direct his attention where she wanted it.

"I think it's time to handcuff my pretty naked captive to the bed." Chase gave her bare bottom a final, lingering stroke, followed by a gentle pat. "Crawl up to the headboard, then roll onto your back."

Right. Rachel fought to clear the haze of lust fogging her brain and focus on his words. Simple instructions. She could do that.

It was surprisingly sensual, moving across his bed, naked, knowing he was watching her and that her ass was flushed from the attention he'd given it. Knowing that she was his willing captive and he was going to have her at his mercy. She wanted to pay attention to every detail, memorize every sensation. This was the most erotic experience of her life, and she wanted to savor all of it to replay in her mind and treasure in her memory.

Rachel rolled onto her back, exposing her bare breasts and her sex to him. She held out her arms and waited.

Chase walked around to one side of the bed and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto one wrist, the other cuff to the bed's post. He moved around to the other side and did the same, drawing out the process until Rachel's nerve endings were sizzling with anticipation.

"There." He stroked her arm from cuffed wrist to the sensitive skin of her inner elbow. "Comfortable?"

"Yes." Rachel frowned. "No."

"Which is it?" Chase smiled at her, his hand tracing a light pattern over her arm.

"The handcuffs don't hurt or anything." Rachel swallowed hard. "It's uncomfortable being so, well, turned on."

"Your body wants relief."

"You could say that." Rachel eyed the telltale bulge that strained his pants. "I don't think I'm alone."

"You are very much not alone." Chase leaned over and brushed a kiss just below her belly button. Her hips twitched in reaction, pelvis arching up. Instead of answering her silent invitation and kissing lower, Chase moved away and stripped off his clothes.

Rachel watched, wide-eyed, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the lean line of his waist, the thick erection that jutted away from his body. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him, to feel that smooth, hard flesh sliding into her mouth before driving between her thighs.

Chase noted her reaction and said, "You'll get your turn later." He retrieved a can of whipped cream, shook it, then joined her on the bed and made soft, white blossoms of her breasts, lines on her belly, a pouf of whipped cream between her thighs. "I hope you had dinner. It's time for dessert."

"I thought you were always supposed to eat dessert first," Rachel said, feeling drunk with lust. "Because life is uncertain."

"Wise planning."

Chase leaned over her and licked the upper curve of her breast. His tongue was warm, the cream was cool, and her skin was on fire. Rachel let out a moan that was almost a sob, arching into his mouth, wanting more. When his mouth closed over her breast, she felt a surge of pleasure shoot from her nipple straight to her clit. She made a strangled sound of appreciation, her pelvis tilting up of its own volition as if seeking him.

He didn't hurry. He licked and kissed and nibbled at
her, sometimes lapping at her and making lazy patterns with his tongue, sometimes sucking, sometimes scraping her with the edge of his teeth. By the time he'd licked his way down her belly, Rachel was quivering with need.

"Spread your legs wider for me, Rachel."

Best idea she'd heard yet, in a night that had so far been full of really good ones. Rachel bent her knees and moved them as far apart as she could stretch, offering herself to Chase.

"I'm going to lick up all your cream." His mouth moved down lower, hovering just over her vulva, and Rachel groaned.

"God, yes."

His tongue traced the outline of her sex, teasing her. Then he closed his mouth over the swollen bud of her clit and sucked while he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerve endings. Rachel screeched and bucked her hips, so close to coming from that contact alone, but it wasn't quite enough. She needed more, needed it now.

He gave it to her, eating at her as tremors shot through her and her inner muscles spasmed.

"Chase . . ." His name was almost a wail. She thrashed her head from side to side. "Please . . . Please . . ."

His tongue thrust into her sex, withdrew, thrust in again, and Rachel broke, her spine bowing as she came hard. She was still quivering with aftershocks when he lifted his head and left the bed to grab a condom. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he sheathed himself in latex and came to kneel between her thighs. He cupped her sex with one hand, grinding his palm into her swollen vulva. "This is mine to do anything I want with. Isn't it?"

Rachel made a soft sound of pleasure and agreement.
His hand felt so unbelievably good there, touching her, giving her pressure and contact where she needed it so badly. The orgasm he'd given her had primed her for another, intensifying her state of arousal instead of relaxing her. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and she squirmed in reaction. She really was greedy. He'd just made her come once and she only wanted more.

When he delivered an open-palmed spank to her vulva, she almost did come again. Her eyes flew wide open in shock at both the unexpected light blow and the intensity of her response to it.

His eyes met hers. His expression had gone hard and demanding. "You didn't answer me."

Rachel licked dry lips and managed to answer. "Yes. That's yours to do anything you want with."
And I hope you want to do
that
again
, she added silently.

He didn't. Instead, he took his hand away and wrapped it around the base of his cock, aiming the head at the soft folds of her innermost flesh, pressing lightly against her opening. "I want to fuck you, pretty Rachel."

He pushed forward just enough to barely enter her, not even half an inch, showing her his intent. He was hard and thick, and even though she was slick and ready for him, she knew it was going to be a tight fit.

Chase held her eyes as he pressed forward, penetrating her only with his head. She felt her flesh stretching to take him and ached with an emptiness that needed to be filled.

"Chase. More," she gasped out, not caring if he wanted her to beg for it. She'd do that willingly. Nothing mattered but the heat and connection between them, the need inside
her, the screaming buildup of tension in her body that demanded release.

He lowered his body onto hers by degrees, placing himself over her but using his hands to balance his weight so it settled onto her slowly, letting her adjust to the burden. Then he flexed his hips and drove himself all the way inside her in one long, hard stroke. Rachel planted her feet flat on the mattress, using the leverage to lift her hips to meet him.

"So tight." He paused, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing harsh. "You are so hot and tight. You're squeezing my dick hard enough to make me come right now."

At his graphic words, Rachel felt her sex clench around his thick length and heard his breath hiss in reaction. "Damn, Rachel. I want this to last more than a minute."

"Please," she whispered, her tongue feeling too thick in her mouth, her inner muscles already fluttering with the beginnings of another orgasm. She rocked her hips into him, conveying her urgency. "Please, Chase, don't make me wait."

"I won't." He levered himself up to gain the angle he wanted and drove into her, hard, fast thrusts that made her keen with wordless pleas for completion.

His body against hers, over hers, skin to skin, his cock thrusting into her, the multitude of sensations shattered her. Rachel felt her sex clenching, spasming, felt orgasm rip through her, and she cried out, arching into Chase. She felt him jerk as he started to come with her, finishing them both in a series of hard strokes that drove her past the edge.

He stayed on her, inside her, while they both fought to breathe. Rachel sucked in air in gasping gulps, her heart
thudding in her rib cage. She felt Chase move, his lips brushing her forehead. "Need me to get off?"

She gave a short laugh. "I think you already did."

He shook his head and feathered kisses over her eyelids. "Lady, I'd be willing to bet no other man on the planet has gotten off as thoroughly as I just did."

"That makes two of us. Well, I mean, I'm not a man."

"I think I would have noticed," Chase agreed.

"But I have just gotten off as thoroughly as you. Maybe more," she mused. "I came twice."

"I came twice as hard."

"Mmm." She turned her face to seek his kiss, and his mouth settled over hers in a leisurely meeting of lips. She could still feel the length of his penis buried deep inside her, her body cradling his, the wiry matt of hair on his chest teasing her bare nipples.

She felt full and satiated and relaxed, and grateful because this man had set out to fulfill her fantasy. And he'd made her feel like a fantasy come true in return. She'd never felt so sexy, so desired, so aware of her feminine power. This man wanted her, enough to take her, handcuff her to his bed, and fuck her silly.

"Chase." She sighed his name against his lips.

"Very good. You should always know the name of the man who has his cock buried in you to the balls."

She giggled, then sighed. "That should be crude, but it's a turn-on."

"There's a big difference between what a lover says to you in bed and what another person might say in different circumstances." Chase levered himself up to look down at her. "It's not just the words, it's the context. You know
I want you. I find you beautiful and smart and sexy as hell. And I like burying my cock in you to the balls. I like pumping my balls empty inside you, too."

His words made her shiver, not just because the explicit message excited her, but because the way he said it was a promise of more to come. He'd already had her, but he was letting her know he wasn't finished with her. He hadn't lost interest. He wanted her again. The knowledge warmed her, reassured her, made her feel like a desired prize worth holding captive.

"Your arms have to be getting tired." Chase withdrew, and Rachel made a slight sound of protest at the loss. He grinned down at her. "Don't worry, we still have a whole rainbow of condoms. I'm far from through with you, and judging by your reaction, I think we can make our way through more of the spectrum than one color."

"I think so, too," Rachel agreed, trying to keep her face straight. Her lips twitched with humor, in spite of her efforts. Now that he'd made her aware of it, her arms were tired of the unaccustomed position. He unlocked the cuffs, and Rachel stretched in freedom, then moved her arms up and down and across her body to work out the kinks.

"Let me."

His fingers kneaded her upper arms and shoulders. Rachel closed her eyes and melted into the bed, wondering if her body had ever felt so good in her entire life.

"Don't go to sleep on me. I said I'm not finished with you."

She let her lashes flutter up, meeting his gaze with her own. "I don't think I'm finished with you, either."

"You don't think? You're not sure?" Chase raised one brow at her. "Do you need another spanking to be convinced?"

She burst into laughter. "I had no idea I was such a deviant. You smacked my butt and my privates, handcuffed me, licked whipped cream off my naked body, and I loved all of it."

"I fucked you, too." He sounded satisfied and smug, his look possessive as he gazed down at her.

"God, yes, you did." She blinked at him. "Did I thank you for that?"

"Your sweet little pussy milking my cock dry while you come is all the thanks I need."

She shook her head to clear it. "You have to stop saying things like that. I might lose my mind and attack you."

"Ah, ah, ah." Chase shook his head at her. "I'm in charge. You don't get to attack me unless I give you permission."

"Well, damn." Rachel gave him a speculative look. "What will it take to get permission?"

"You want to attack me?"

"I want to lick whipped cream off you," she answered promptly. "I'd settle for that."

"We'll continue this discussion in a minute." Chase rumpled her hair in a playful caress and strolled naked to a door that she realized must be the adjoining bathroom. Right, he'd have to dispose of the condom. Although she thought the bright purple was kind of a good look on him.

Rachel flopped back on the bed and hugged herself, thinking of how he looked, hard and intent, rolling a vibrantly colored condom down the thick length of his cock.

"You must be thinking happy thoughts."

His voice brought her back to the present in a rush. Rachel blinked at him and sat up, putting her hand into his when he extended it to her. He drew her upright and tugged her closer until their bodies brushed. "Yes," Rachel said, trying to focus on the conversation and not speculate on how long it might take him to recover enough to start over.

"How do you feel?"