Fuck me? she mouthed at him.
He gave a short nod. Let’s go, he mouthed back.
Colleen shifted and stuffed the girls back into her top, fastening up the hooks.
Rick’s body spasmed as he came in thick jerks across the cot.
“Pull out,” Colleen ordered Madison, who obeyed her without question. “Roll over,” she told Rick. Madison unbuckled the belt, tossing the contraption on the floor. “Sit on his face. Don’t get up until you come.”
Madison moved eagerly on top of her husband.
“I’ll see you next week,” Colleen said to them. Crooking her finger at Chase, she strode out of the dungeon.
They made it to the room next door, where their street clothes were, before they started kissing. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pinned him against the closed door. Colleen wished she was wearing a skirt so she could just climb on top of Chase and ride him. As it was, he was having a hard time peeling her pants down. That was the one thing about tight, hot dungeon wear—it took forever to get out of. The next time they were in a private scene, she was going to wear a nice rippable dress. The thought of Chase literally tearing off her clothes made her desperate. She fumbled his jeans open and gripped his cock.
Chase inhaled and pulled back from their heated kiss to work on her corset. Stroking him while he figured out the hooks and clasps on her corset, Colleen watched his fingers shake.
“Help me,” he muttered.
Letting him go, with regret, she sat on a long and wide bench. “Take off my boots.”
There wasn’t any time for finesse. But she admired him on his knees in front of her. Ripping the zippers down, he tossed the boots aside. Then he was tugging off the tight leather pants as she unlaced the corset. Her breasts spilled free over the top of it.
“Leave it on,” he said, laying her back on the wide bench. “Please. Ma’am. Fuck. Am I doing this right?” Pants half off, he covered her body, slipping inside her.
Bliss.
She had already been wet and ready for him. He sank in deep and paused.
“Wow,” he puffed.
Wow was right. Colleen wanted this moment to last forever, the two of them joined together, trembling on the edge of something fantastic.
“You’re doing just fine,” she assured him, capturing him by tightening her legs around his waist, securing him close. He wouldn’t be walking out on her now.
Chase pressed closer and cupped her breasts in his hands. “I want you so much, I can’t make this last.”
Nearly bent in two, Colleen grabbed on to his forearms for balance. “I don’t want you to. Fuck me.”
Chase pounded into her, hard and fast. She didn’t have time for any more orders, just for the utter satisfaction of being filled with his thickness. She dug her nails into him and gritted her teeth in pleasure at his rough pounding. Her breasts swayed in a heavy rhythm. His eyes were locked on them. She was glad they had fallen asleep last night. The end result now was so much more satisfying after the sweet buildup of cuddling and then the dungeon scenes.
“Yes. Harder. Faster.” Colleen craved more from him.
Chase obliged. Gripping her hips, he stood up, straddling the bench. Colleen’s shoulder blades were the only thing touching the bench as he manipulated their bodies so that he was controlling the punishing pace.
This couldn’t have happened with this intensity if they hadn’t fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Raw sex. Pure pleasure.
“Chase,” she cried out as the orgasm crashed over her, too far gone to stop. She was flying away without an anchor to this world.
“Mistress. May I come?”
A second wave tingled through her. He had remembered, even through all this pent up sexual desire. “Yes,” she breathed.
He thrust deep. She wiggled around him, clamping her muscles to give him the best friction. Chase scrunched up his eyes and held her tight as his body jolted in pleasure. For a few moments after, the only sound in the room was their harsh breathing.
Chase came back to himself, reeling a bit. “Was that all right? Did I hurt you?” He released her hips and she lowered her legs.
“That was perfect.” Colleen stood up and wrapped her arms around him. “Just perfect.”
Chapter 10
Colleen floated on a cloud of bliss in the passenger’s seat of Chase’s Mercedes Roadster, as they flew down I-95 going toward New Haven. His hands were strong and sure on the leather-covered shifter, just like they had been on her hips. She could still feel the imprint of his fingers. Kicking off her shoes, she toed the luxurious car mats. She half considered lifting up her skirt so he could see she wasn’t wearing underwear, but she figured she’d let him find that out all on his own. Leaning back against the headrest, Colleen turned to watch him drive. His profile captivated her, as it always did. As it always had.
“How are you doing?” she asked. There hadn’t been a lot of space for aftercare in the dressing room. They had put on their street clothes and walked hand in hand to his car.
“I’m fan-freaking-tastic,” he said, his grin wide and goofy. “And so are you. I’m looking forward to bringing you back to my place tonight and having sex in a bed. Are you on board with that?”
Colleen should stay at Couture. She shouldn’t want to see Chase’s apartment so badly. But she did. “I think I can rearrange my schedule.”
“So how do you think I’m doing?” His sideways glance at her was serious.
“So far so good,” she said. “We haven’t tested this in fire yet.”
“I thought I mentioned that was a hard limit,” he teased.
Colleen laughed. “You liked the hot wax.”
“I remember that night,” he said. “We can do that again.”
“We will, but what I meant was we haven’t had to deal with anything awful yet. That will be the test of us, you know.”
Chase frowned. “You shouldn’t be so pessimistic. Awful things don’t have to be inevitable.”
“We’ve got a few awful things on our agenda,” she told him.
“Like what?”
Colleen shook her head. “Not yet. I don’t want to fight. I feel too damn good. I want to eat pizza and drink sweet syrupy soda. Then I want to see your bachelor pad and go all 9½ Weeks on you.”
“Do I get to be Mickey Rourke?” he asked, accelerating past a slow-moving truck on the highway.
“No.”
“I can live with that,” he said. “I suppose you want me to take you down to Wooster Street?”
“Not unless you want to wait in line around the block. Take the State Street exit. There’s a less-well-known pizzeria with just as good, if not better, pizza than the Wooster Street one.”
“Sacrilege,” Chase told her mildly, but got off at the exit.
They parked in a commuter lot across the street from the restaurant, and as Colleen had known they would, they walked right in and got a table.
“You still hate pepperoni?” he asked after the waitress took their Foxon Park soda orders, a New Haven pizzeria staple. Birch beer for Colleen, who loved the wintergreen taste. And Iron Brew for Chase—a cross between root beer, cola, and cream soda.
“And do you still have an aversion to mushrooms?”
They looked at each other and said, “Plain cheese?” at the same time.
Colleen glanced away while he laughed. It was too easy, slipping back into their roles as if time had never separated them. If she didn’t watch out, he’d have her heart as well as her body. And damned if that traitorous organ wasn’t okay with that.
Not until they settled his animosity toward Alfie and not until he fully accepted her lifestyle. If Chase could weather those “awfuls,” then she’d start thinking in terms of permanent. Right now it was temporary. Thrilling and new.
After some more negotiation, they decided on a small mozzarella and a small meatball. Colleen was pretty sure Chase was going to eat the meatball one all by himself.
“Are you ner
vous about tomorrow’s catalog shoot?” Colleen asked, watching him from under her lashes. It was ridiculous to feel shy around him. She was a professional Domme, for chrissakes. Yet the part of her that remembered him as her first love still saw him as the man who’d won her heart by playing the worst game of blackjack she’d ever seen in order to ensure that she would tutor him privately on how to play. To this day, though, the dumb-ass probably hit on a twelve when the dealer was showing a six.
Some people never learn.
She wasn’t sure if she was talking about him or herself.
“Yeah, I’m a little nervous about it.” Chase gave her a half grin and reached over to hold her hand.
“You’ll be either bored to tears or so tired from smiling you’ll forget what you were ever nervous about.”
“Clint’s going to do a video of it.”
Colleen sipped her soda. “Keep your pants on.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Colleen said, “Clint is in charge of filming Club Inferno’s pay website. He’s a good cameraman, but watch out for the kinky stuff.”
“I kinda doubt he wants to see me let it all hang out.” Chase lowered his voice. “I don’t want to be on the website, either, even if I am wearing a mask.”
“I’d make more money if you didn’t wear the mask,” Colleen teased.
“Excuse me, Mr. Fairwood?” Two young kids came up to the table. “Can we have your autograph?”
Chase smiled apologetically at Colleen and turned to the kids. “Sure can. You guys football fans?”
Colleen watched him talk with the kids, asking them questions about school and their hobbies. He stood up to take a picture with them, and shook their parents’ hands. She saw recognition hit their parents when they saw her, and soon the kids were shuffled away. Quelle surprise—no one wanted her autograph. But then again, she wasn’t famous for playing football.
“So much for inconspicuous.” Colleen gave a small smile.
“What do you mean?”
She inclined her head at the parents of the two kids. The mother was texting something. “You and I are probably going to make the Internet before our pizza gets here.”
“Well, let’s give them something to write about.” Chase grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Colleen said, but curled her hand around his strong jaw.
“I don’t care what people say about me. And neither do you.” He released her as the waitress brought over two round trays of pizza. Chase served her a piece of the pie, the cheese long and stringy.
“Hot,” he said, and stuck his fingers in his mouth.
“Don’t burn the roof of your mouth,” she warned.
Chase reluctantly put his slice down to cool, wiping his fingers on his napkin. “It’s like molten lava. Tasty nuclear fusion. Seriously, though, what’s the worst that can happen if the news gives us fifteen minutes of fame?”
Colleen shredded her napkin. “Fierocity could suffer.”
“How?” he challenged.
“You’re the media darling. They’re going to make me out to be a bitch scheming to get into your pockets.”
“Then they’re missing the point. You could probably buy me three times over.”
“Only two.” She smiled at him and cut her pizza into bite-sized pieces.
“What the hell are you doing?” Chase glared at her plate, so appalled that she double-checked to make sure she wasn’t slicing up puppies.
“What does it look like?” She used her knife and fork to pantomime cutting her food.
“You don’t eat pizza with a knife and fork. You fold it. Like this.” He demonstrated, taking a big bite. “Hot,” he said fanning his mouth.
“It was the temperature of the sun a few moments ago. Did you think it had cooled off any in the meantime? I don’t want to burn my fingers or have half of the cheese come off on my chin.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” he chided.
She blew on a piece and daintily forked it into her mouth. “I can eat mine now.”
Chase made a face at her. Then he put his pizza down while it cooled off some more. “So we’ve established that you’re not after my money. How else could our relationship being in the press harm our careers?”
“What if someone starts digging?”
Chase shrugged. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“I do,” she said.
“Your past isn’t a secret. They dredged that all up when you married Granger. It’s old news.”
“It still sells copies and ad clicks.”
“That’s because it’s a beauty-and-the-beast story.”
She was gripping her fork, about to stab him with it, when he said, “Hear me out.”
“It better be good,” Colleen warned him, and went back to her pizza instead.
“You’re a breathtaking knockout with brains and balls. You married…well,” he finished grudgingly. “You thrived as a widow. And you’re powerful. You intimidate the hell out of most people, and the way little people deal with that is they try to tear you down.”
“Exactly, and by tearing me down, they’ll tear down Fierocity and Couture.”
Chase shook his head. “Not a chance. People want to be you more than they want to hate you. So as long as there’s a Couture for them to aspire to or a hot new line to wear, you’ll survive the storm.”
“What about you? What if you shipwreck with me?”
“I’d love to be trapped on a deserted island with you.” He lowered his voice and sent her a look of such sexual heat that it made the pizza ice cold in comparison.
“I can arrange that,” she said.
“Are you going to import sand into the dungeon?”
“Maybe,” Colleen laughed.
They finished their dinner. Chase waved to the family, who left before they did. Colleen’s phone pinged.
It was a text from Nefertiti: Check you out.
“Tee has me on a Google alert,” Colleen said at Chase’s raised eyebrow.
The picture was an unflattering one. Chase was grinning at her, but she had resting bitch face and her mouth was full. She showed him the picture.
“Nice tits,” he said.
Typical. All he saw was her low neckline.
She read the website headline to him: “Fashion Maven Sinks Her Hooks into Football Hero.”
“Those assholes.” Chase half rose out of his chair, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“It wasn’t them. The angle on the picture is wrong. It came from the front of the restaurant.”
“Let’s get out of here before I start smashing phones.” He threw a hundred on the table and helped her out of the booth.
“You should have let me pay. They’re going to start with the gold-digging rumors next.”
Chase wrapped his arm around her waist. “No way. You said this was my punishment, so it was my treat.”
“Speaking of treats,” Colleen said, “what kind of toys do you have back at your apartment?”
“I’ve got a bobble head of me in my away uniform.” Chase thought for a moment. “A PS3. Why? You want to play Call of Duty?”
Colleen shook her head. “We’re going to have to take a ride.”
They didn’t have to go back to Couture, but they did need a few things to enhance the evening. She guided him to the highway and told him what exit to get off at. Bright lights guided them down a very dark road to a twenty-four-hour sex shop.
“Shouldn’t I be wearing my mask?” Chase said as he pulled the Mercedes into an empty parking lot.
“A little risk adds spice, don’t you think?”
Chase hesitated.
Colleen crossed her arms over her chest, challenge in every line of her body.
“You’re the one who just got put on Tumblr with mozzarella in your teeth. What do you think the headlines are going to say if they upload a picture of us here?” C
hase said.
He had a point. “Usually people don’t take pictures in a shop they wouldn’t want advertised they were in. However, you’re right. I can’t risk any connection to Club Inferno. So you’re going in there on your own. Want me to make you out a list?”
“Any hard limits?” Now, it was his turn to challenge.
“Since you’re going to be shopping for things I use on you, no. Not a one. Get what you like and make it good or I’ll send you back in again.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He pulled her in for a rough kiss.
She was pleased to see he was getting hard. Rubbing the heel of her hand over the bulge in his pants, Colleen deepened the kiss. Chase cupped her breast, seeking out her nipple with his thumb. He circled the turgid peak, then plucked it hard.
Yeah, that was just how she liked it.
She undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. Without breaking off the kiss, Colleen felt him jolt in surprise when she climbed over the gear shift to straddle his lap. He eased back the seat as she guided him into her.
Chase’s shout of surprise turned into a moan of pleasure in her mouth. The angle was wrong, so he couldn’t be fully inside her. But it was enough. Chase fumbled under her skirt, grabbing on to the globes of her ass. She rode him with short, quick bounces. He tried to control the tempo, but the steering wheel was in the way. He shifted, but he was completely at her mercy.
Grinding her lips against his, she took him to the edge. He tried to say something, to turn his head to the side, but she held his face to hers and sucked on his tongue. Her body trapped his. He was too big to shift out from under her and it was too cramped for him to roll. It was better than restraints.
Chase moaned something, his body jerking and shaking. His grip tightened on her ass, almost bruising. A moan broke out of her throat and Chase jerked free of her kiss.
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