“Colleen does not know I’m here. She would be within her rights to fire me for giving you this.”
Chase picked up the DVD. “Wait—why are you giving this to me, then?”
“Colleen has been more than an employer to me and Nefertiti. She’s family. I think she can do worlds better than you, Fairwood.”
“Like Samuel Kincaide?” Chase sneered.
“Yes.”
“So you must be overjoyed, then.”
“They’re not together.”
“I read the papers,” Chase said bitterly.
“No, you read the Internet. If you’re going to believe everything you read there, you might be interested in the woman who had a third breast added to her chest.”
“Is she topless?” Chase leered, but then realized neither Max nor Istvahn was smiling.
“I don’t know if you and Colleen will last,” Istvahn said.
“Thanks a lot.”
“But what I do know is that if this doesn’t get addressed immediately, you’ll never find out. Colleen deserves the closure.”
“Nothing is closed between us,” Chase said. “We’re in a cooling-off period.”
“How did that work for you the last time?” Istvahn countered.
“Is she seeing Samuel Kincaide?” All of Chase’s nightmares would come true if the next piece of gossip he read was about Colleen’s honeymoon with the Wall Street powerhouse. He was their age. There was no hope of him kicking the bucket anytime soon.
“At three o’clock this afternoon you will be allowed into Couture. At two fifty-nine or three-oh-one, you will be denied.”
Chase flipped the DVD case open. “Does she know I’m coming?”
“No. She wouldn’t be available if she knew you were going to be in the building. You’ve got one chance at this. Don’t fuck it up.”
“What if she won’t see me?”
Istvahn didn’t respond. He turned and walked out.
“Can you believe that guy?” Chase thumbed in Istvahn’s general direction.
“It’s not Kincaide you have to worry about,” Max said, staring into his coffee. “You’re going to lose her, but it’s going to be to someone in the lifestyle.”
“Who? Dante?”
“Here, use my laptop to watch the video. I’m going to go get some pie at the counter. I don’t want to see it again. I was there. I was too far away to get to her in time.”
“What’s that mean?” Chase asked.
“We’ll talk after you watch it.” Max picked up his coffee cup and left.
Chase watched the video four times. The audio had been taken directly from her microphone. The picture quality was grainy, but he could see she was blocked in by four big football players and being tossed around between them.
Those bastards.
He was watching it a fifth time when Max came back and shut his laptop.
“Do you think it’s doctored?” Max asked.
It had never crossed Chase’s mind that it might be. Chase didn’t trust himself to speak. He just shook his head.
“Why are you watching it over and over?”
“Where was Istvahn?” Chase muttered.
“In the hospital. Tee had a scare. Colleen was on her way there when you showed up.”
Chase closed his eyes. “She’ll never forgive me. Hell, I don’t deserve forgiveness.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Does that mean you’re not going to try?”
Chase rested his elbows on the table and put his forehead in his palms. “She was right. I always do this. I didn’t even give her a chance to tell me what happened. I should have been there. I should have protected her. At the very least, I should have listened to her. There is literally nothing I can say to make things right.”
“Then don’t say anything.”
“What?” Chase pulled his head up to look at Max. “I just walk in there and sink to my knees and silently beg for forgiveness?”
“That’s a start. I’d put my forehead on her boot if I was really sorry.”
“You? You’d put your forehead on her boot?” Chase snorted.
“If I was her sub, yes. If I was in love with her and was about to lose her, yes. I wouldn’t say a fucking word until she told me to.”
The last person Colleen expected to see walk into her office was Chase Fairwood.
“Jana, what the fuck?”
But there wasn’t any answer. Colleen met him halfway, about to toss him out of her office, before he could say one word about his stupid teammates. But before she could order him to get out, he did the strangest thing: he dropped to his knees. Hands clasped behind his back, knees spread, gaze lowered.
Colleen’s world tilted a little bit. This was something she never thought she’d see. He even had good form. She crossed her arms, tapped her foot, and waited. He still said nothing. He was wearing one of Max’s tracksuits. Had Max set this up? Walking to the door, she peeked out, but no one was there. Colleen closed the door and locked it. She should tell him to get off his knees. He wasn’t used to that position, and his knee would lock. But that would mean engaging with him, and right now she wasn’t in the mood for a fight.
“Take off your shirt, slave.” Maybe if she could piss him off enough he’d leave.
To her surprise, he unzipped the jacket and pulled it and his shirt off. Then he immediately clasped his hands behind his back again.
Sitting back down at her desk, Colleen tried to figure out his angle. “Your clothes offend me,” she said with a silent apology to Max.
Chase immediately removed the rest of his clothes, all the while never looking up at her. When he was naked and kneeling before her, Colleen had a hard time remembering she was mad. She still was, but it seemed a shame to waste a perfectly good slave. Then she noticed Chase had pulled out a riding crop. He left it on the floor in front of him. His hands were behind his back.
Swooping it up, she slammed the tip on her desk. Chase never flinched, just continued to stare at the floor.
All right, this is getting freaky. She didn’t think Chase had ever been this quiet in her presence unless he was sleeping. Colleen bent the riding crop, hoping to snap it in two. But that didn’t work, so she pulled out her trash can and dumped it in there. No spanking. No matter how much she was tempted to cross his back with a cat, she knew his hard limit. She wouldn’t violate his trust. Truly, she should have just sent him packing. Hell, she still could. But first she’d make him sweat.
Determined to ignore him, she turned back to her desk and tried to read her next email. Colleen could still see him out of the corner of her eye, though. Naked and sexy, utterly submissive. This really wasn’t fair. And damn it if her panties weren’t damp from it.
“I’m livid with you.”
He still said nothing, but he lowered his head to the floor, stretching his arms over his head in supplication.
“You never gave me a chance to explain what your asshole friends did in my club.”
Chase remained where he was.
“Then you picked a fight with me and tried to insult and embarrass me.”
Still no movement.
“And stormed out in a pique, again.”
She whirled back to her desk and stared at her desk calendar. She must have an appointment she could get to. Hell, she’d make one up. She stood to leave, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from Chase, naked and utterly submissive.
“Come here, slave,” she ordered.
Chase crawled to her, which got her going even more. Damn him, anyway. She pulled down her panties. She kicked them into his line of sight and waited to see if he would break character. But he didn’t. She sat down in her office chair again. Lifting up her skirt, she hooked one leg over the arm of her chair.
“Make me come with just your tongue.”
Chase moved in closer and put his face between her thighs. Colleen nearly came off her seat when his stubble brushed against her thighs. She had wanted to go back to work, put the keyboard on his head,
and pretend he was a vibrator. But the moment his tongue dipped inside her, all thought fled. Flinging her head back, Colleen grabbed a handful of his hair and held him in place. His tongue probed and licked, alternately laving up and down her slit and then circling her clit. Her body jolted with each touch as if she was connected to an electrical outlet.
Colleen barely recognized the sounds coming out of her mouth. He broke his silence with a long moan of satisfaction when she gasped and shook, drenching his face.
“Thank you,” she said, pushing him back with a heeled foot as she dropped it back to the floor. “Wipe your face with my panties. You may keep them for pleasing me.”
Colleen turned back to her desk and tried to read the email again. She figured he’d say something or get up and leave. Either way, the seductive spell would be broken. But he didn’t move, and she could see that delicious hard cock standing at attention. Plus, she really should give his knee a break.
“Stand, slave,” she ordered.
Again Chase did so without a word. His eyes were still downcast. He was hers utterly to command. Damn him. She didn’t want to forgive him. Chase had been an inexcusable jerk. He had jumped to conclusions again. He had raged at her again. And he had stormed out on her.
Again.
Colleen glared at him, arguing with him in her head, since he wasn’t giving her the satisfaction of a rip-roaring fight. But…he was giving her satisfaction.
“Slave, you will pull out the couch into a bed and make it with the clean sheets in the drawers over there. Come back and kneel before me when you’re finished.”
Still silent, Chase did as he was told. Colleen pursed her lips. There was no way this would last, but she was going to enjoy it while it did. These last few days had been hellish. The media was all over her and Sam. He’d called her and they’d laughed about it. Still, the eyewitnesses coming forward with stories of them having sex all over Europe…it was almost depressing that it wasn’t true. Sam just wanted to ignore it and let it die out. Colleen wanted to rebut every lie. Unfortunately, if you fed the troll, it grew. Sam was right to let it go. Easy for him to say; he was about to go on an extended vacation to Hawaii.
Again, the work email didn’t hold her attention, and Colleen found herself watching the flex of muscles on Chase’s backside and legs as he worked to set up the bed. When he was kneeling before her again, she said, “Good slave. I am pleased. You get to fuck me. But you aren’t to say anything and you are to keep your eyes shut.”
If she had to peer into his eyes, this magical fantasy would be over and she didn’t want to face reality. “If you please me, I’ll give you permission to come. If you don’t, you can leave and finish yourself off outside of my presence. Nod once if you understand.”
Chase nodded.
“Good. Lay on your back and keep your eyes closed. Don’t make me blindfold and gag you. At the first flutter of your eyelids or the first word you utter, I will. Understand?”
He nodded again.
“Go,” she ordered.
Her heart was beating out of her chest and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this excited. She was shaking. Chase followed her instructions to the letter, folding his arms behind his head. This gave her a spectacular view of his biceps and abs, and of course his cock. It was still hard, and her fingers itched to touch him.
She changed out of her business suit and considered getting dressed up in bondage wear, but in the end Colleen decided this had to be simple. Flesh on flesh, naked and genuine. Without preamble, she climbed on the bed and then sat astride him, guiding that thick, hard cock home.
“Oh,” Chase shouted, not prepared for her actions.
She didn’t put a gag on him for it. She liked the sound almost as much as she liked him full and deep inside her. Yes. Colleen rose until he was almost falling out of her, and then she slowly lowered herself back down. She did it again, feeling the sweet glide of his body moving through hers, and again. Chase gripped the bedsheet, and his face was an expression of sheer pleasure. Colleen took him slow until his hips started to twitch. She then bounced hard and he grunted, biting his lip. His nostrils flared and his back arched. Riding him faster, she leaned over so her breasts rubbed up against his chest. Her hair brushed his face and she could feel his breathing speeding up. She stopped and went back to the slow ride, except this time she let him slip out.
“Oh,” he groaned again, lifting up his hips as if he was still fucking her.
Colleen straddled his head. “You know what I want now, don’t you?” She brushed her pussy against his lips.
He nodded.
She sank down and moved until they were both comfortable, and then she rubbed her pussy against his mouth. His tongue fucked her, when she was still enough for it. But mostly she was out of patience and used it to bring herself to another spectacular orgasm.
“I love your tongue,” she moaned as it shook through her.
His answering groan was full of satisfaction and his smug smile was the first hint of the old Chase. She missed him. Crap. She hadn’t wanted to. She stroked him, happy to have the familiar thick weight to play with. Colleen rubbed him like she had fucked him, slow and long, and then fast hard strokes. Throwing his arm over his eyes, Chase trembled as he gave himself over to her.
Finally.
“You’re mine to play with as I will,” she told him.
He nodded.
“I control your orgasms.”
He nodded.
“Open your eyes.”
There he was. She read heat, longing, and a fever of passion in his eyes. And love. So much love, Colleen nearly cried.
“You may speak,” she said.
“I love you.”
Colleen waited for the caveat, but when none came, the need that rushed through her defied all reason, all rational thought. She lunged for his mouth and kissed him reverently.
“So…sorry. Please…forgive me,” Chase muttered between kisses. “Love you…so much.”
“Fuck me,” Colleen whispered. “Take me. Now.”
They were still kissing when he thrust into her. Their legs entwined and their lovemaking became slow and unrushed.
“You can come,” she murmured in his ear.
“You first, my sweet Mistress.” Chase rocked into her in a punishing rhythm that she matched gladly.
The world narrowed down to just the two of them, this bed, and the slap of their flesh joining. Colleen wrapped her arms around his neck and refused to stop kissing him, even as she shrieked her release against his mouth.
“Yes,” he crooned. “I love it when you come on my cock. Or my tongue. Hell, I love it when you come.”
“Chase,” she cried, still shuddering from the aftershocks. Each nerve ending was on fire. Colleen shook and gasped, but Chase didn’t stop. “Please,” she begged.
“One more,” he grunted, and pulled out.
He flipped her over on all fours and thrust back into her before she had the thought to complain. All finesse was gone. He pounded into her.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Each cry was a little louder until she came screaming his name. “Chase.”
He yelled back, “Mine.” Coming hard, Chase continued the hard slaps of their bodies until she thought she would pass out from pleasure. He pulled out and collapsed next to her. She crawled on top of him and sprawled over his body, satiated.
“Now that’s what I call an apology,” she said.
He stroked her back. “Can we end all our fights like this?”
“As long as you don’t pick fights just so we can screw around during the workday.”
He hugged her tight. “Please don’t ever give up on me. I know I’m an asshole. I’m working on it.”
“The next time you storm out of here in a fit of anger, either you come back like you just did or don’t come back at all.” Colleen had to draw the hard line. If she had to put up with his childish outbursts, then she would make sure she enjoyed his apologies.
“I will always come back,” he promised. “No one can compare to you.”
She believed him. He never strayed, never cheated. She could put up with anything as long as he was true to her. “I love you, Chase.” Colleen hugged him tight. “Even if you are an asshole sometimes.”
“Thank you.” His lips quirked up in a small smile.
She nuzzled against his neck as he petted and caressed her. Colleen liked hearing his heartbeat come down from racing to normal. He would never be a true submissive. If she really needed the sexual power a thrall gave her, she’d never get that from Chase. She played with his chest hair as he rubbed her back. But she had plenty of clients that fed her Domme side without sex, so maybe Chase could feed the sexual side, and together she’d be satisfied.
The alternative was falling in love with a true submissive male, and that would be impossible while her heart and body still clamored for Chase. A slight snore woke her and she wasn’t sure if it was him or her. Then her phone notified her of an incoming text.
It was Istvahn.
911.
Chapter 18
“Can’t you drive this thing any faster?” Colleen held on to the door as Chase illegally passed someone on the right.
“It’s a Mercedes, not a Bugatti,” he told her, grinning. “We’ll get you to the hospital in time. It’s not like you’re the one about to give birth.”
She pressed the heel of her hand into her aching gut. “Tell that to my stomach.”
“Is there something I should know?” Chase slid a sidelong glance at her. “I didn’t wear protection.”
“I’m on the pill, you ass.”
“Oh.”
Did she imagine the dejected note in his voice?
He took the hospital exit at warp speed and had to jam on his brakes as three lanes merged into one at the stoplight.
“Damn it.” Colleen tried to open the door, but the safety locks were in place. “Let me out here.”
“What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Nefertiti is in the hospital surrounded by doctors and nurses in the finest birthing facility in the country. Istvahn is there. You’re not needed. She’s got this covered on her own.”
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