“Josie, do you cook? I know you bake, but do you like to cook?” Chance asked as he dumped all of her bags onto the kitchen island and started rifling through the fridge.
“I can cook. But no, it’s not something I really like to do,” she admitted. “What about you?”
“I love it. Betty taught me, and hardly any of the other kids liked to do it, so it was our special time together.” He smiled over at her, as he pulled ingredients out of the refrigerator and cupboards. “How about meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and those green beans we bought?”
“Sounds great. What can I do?”
“How about you go through the cupboards and see if we have what you need to make some dessert? We have a double oven, so we can have two things going at the same time. I like chocolate,” he reminded her. She laughed. As if she didn’t recall what he liked.
They worked in companionable silence, occasionally sipping the wine that Chance had poured. Josie realized she could get used to this.
“You’re thinking too hard, Zee.” She shook her head, letting her curls hide her face. He popped the meatloaf in the oven, then came over and brushed back her hair. “What? Is something wrong?” She shook her head. “Is something right?” She chewed her lip and nodded her head, but she kept her lashes down. She was having trouble meeting his eyes.
“That’s what I think, too. This is right, it’s close to being perfect, and we’ll get there.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “God I love your eyes, Josie. I always know what you’re thinking, and they’re such a pretty shade of brown and gold. Like something oozing with caramel from your shop.” He seemed so sincere.
“Damn it, right there, I can see it! You doubt what I’m saying. What was the name of the douche bag that did such a number on your self-esteem?”
“His name was Russell. But I allowed it, Chance. It’s not his fault. It’s mine.” Chance’s thumb stroked over her cheekbone, back and forth.
“Can you please tell me why you think you are responsible for everything and everyone? Do you think it is your fault that Sam left?”
“Of course it is,” Josie said. “If I had gotten out of his way, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and he wouldn’t have had to leave.” It had been so obvious. As soon as he started getting violent, she should have moved faster. She had plenty of experience with violence and she knew the signs. There was no excuse, even if she had been half asleep.
“That’s what I thought.” Chance slid a soft kiss against her lips. “I know Sam didn’t mean to hurt you. I know it was an accident, but he’s out of line for not taking care of himself, and now he’s causing harm to others. He hurt you. That’s unacceptable. Even if you don’t realize it, he and I do.” He traced her lips, and kissed her again. “You aren’t at fault in the least little bit.” He tapped her nose, and smiled. “So when do the chocolate lava cakes go into the oven?”
“We’ll pop ’em in about fifteen minutes before we want to serve them. How long before the meatloaf is going to be ready?”
“Forty-five minutes,” Chance answered. He paused, and Josie giggled. She was positive what he was going to suggest.
“Let’s put the cakes in now.” She laughed harder. “Is there enough for cakes after dinner too?”
“God, Chance, are you sure you’re an adult?”
“I’ll show you my driver’s license.”
After dinner, Chance insisted on icing Josie’s arm again. “What do you mean I have to take my sweatshirt off?”
“Rolling up the sleeve cuts off your circulation above the bruise, so it isn’t helping with the icing. We need to get the sweatshirt off you.” Josie looked at him intently.
“How did you manage to say that with a straight face?” she finally asked.
“Lots of practice bullshitting in corporate America,” he proudly proclaimed.
“So do you want to try the truth?” she asked.
“Please take off your shirt so I can see your tits almost fall out of your corset, Zee. I’ve been a good boy all day.” Josie shook her head as she looked at him, holding the ice pack, with that one blond curl falling across his forehead. He looked like a fallen angel who had just discovered sex, and liked it. She whipped the sweatshirt over her head.
“Oh, yeah. I love the color pink, especially when it is next to your mocha skin.” Josie shivered, but not from cold. It was from the look in his eyes. “Speaking of cake, keep this on for fifteen minutes. That’s how long the lava cakes will be in the oven. Do you want another glass of wine?” Josie shook her head. The one glass of wine had seemed harmless, but combined with Chance’s glances, touches, and kisses, her head was spinning.
“I really don’t think my arm needs to be iced anymore, Chance. The swelling is totally gone. I’m just going to end up with a bruise, but I can move my arm just fine.” She showed him her arm’s flexibility, raising it over head. Then she noticed that rather than looking at her arm, he was looking at her breasts. When she looked down, she realized that by raising her arms, she had raised her breasts so that her nipples were peeking out of the top of her corset.
“If your arm is fine, what are we going to do with this ice?” Chance asked in a hoarse voice.
Josie quickly lowered her arm, and grabbed up her sweatshirt, which Chance pulled out of her hands. “You didn’t answer my question, Zee, what are we going to do with this ice?” His heated gaze caught hers.
“We don’t need it, you can throw it in the sink,” she whispered.
“I think I saw something else that was swelling.” He unzipped the plastic sandwich bag, scooping out an ice cube, and brought it to her lips. “Suck on it, Zee.” She opened her mouth, and sucked on the portion that he gave her. He slowly pushed it in and out. “I hope you warmed it up a little, honey.” He traced it down her chin, lower, down her neck, to the top swell of her breast. “Is it warm?”
“No.” She stared down, hypnotized as he trailed the ice lower and lower, until finally he dipped it down under the cup of her corset, and it touched her nipple. “Ahhhh,” she groaned out.
“Tell me how it feels, Zee. Is it cold? Is it reducing the swelling, or making it worse? Do I need to kiss it and make it better?” He bent down, and trailed his lips against the glistening stream of water from neck to breast, until he lifted her breast and suckled her nipple. He lashed back and forth against her turgid peak, causing her to pant and press closer to his mouth.
“Your nipples look like the richest dark chocolate, but they taste even better.” Looking down and seeing the contrast of his lightness against her darkness made her dizzy. They looked sexy together. Maybe she was finally understanding what Sam and Chance had been telling her. Maybe it wasn’t so much that she was beautiful like they kept saying, but maybe the three of them together was a thing of beauty. Then Chance used his teeth and all thought flew out of her head. Josie threw her head back against the sofa and clutched his head to her chest. She thought he might have chuckled, but it didn’t matter as long as he didn’t stop.
Finally she heard an incessant buzzing sound that kept interrupting her fog of pleasure. When she looked down at Chance, she saw that his hands were now at the button of her jeans. He apparently hadn’t heard the buzzing. Maybe she was imagining it. Josie shook her head, but it only got louder, and then she realized it was the oven timer.
“Chance, the cakes. They’re done, the timer is ringing.” He didn’t stop, he was very intent on his task, and he was not listening to the buzzer, or to her. “Chance!” she batted his hands away from her jeans, and stood up, and immediately sat back down when she realized that both of her breasts were hanging down outside of her corset. She clasped her hands around her chest, trying to cover and hold them up. Chance saw what she was doing, and pulled her arms away from her body.
“Don’t you dare hide yourself from me. If it were up to me, you would walk around naked twenty-four-seven. You have the most delectable body I have ever been allowed to touch, Ms. Decker.” He let go of her arms,
and cupped and held up both of her breasts, and then gently put both of them back into the cups of her corset, giving each of her nipples a noisy smooch. Once again, he made Josie giggle.
“Let’s go get you your second dessert,” she said.
“Our time on the sofa was my second dessert. This cake will now be my third dessert of the evening. Then we’re going into the bedroom for my fourth and fifth round of dessert.”
Chance made quick work of his second individual chocolate lava cake of the evening. Josie was only able to eat a bite of hers, so they put it in the fridge, and Chance guided her to the bedroom. Josie was a mass of need by the time they crossed the threshold. She had never experienced sex like she had had with Chance and Sam. She was still a little sore from last night, not her back, but in more intimate areas. But at the same time she was achy with need. It was as if she was both sore there and empty. It made no sense, and it had only gotten worse while Chance had played with her on the sofa.
“Honey, I would love it if you would take off your jeans and panties for me.” Somehow Chance was now sitting on the end of the bed. How was it that she so often spaced out in the bedroom? And this time she hadn’t even had an orgasm, she’d only been thinking about one. “Josie, are you listening to me?” Chance asked gently.
“Yes, Chance.” She loved seeing how his eyes warmed.
“Please take off all of your clothes, but leave the corset on, then come over to me.” He didn’t make demands like Sam, but Josie wanted to please this man. She’d already taken off her shoes, so she pulled off her socks, then unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them. She smiled when she heard Chance groan. When she stood before him in just a pink corset and thong, she looked up and saw a man who absolutely liked what he saw. It made her happy. It made her feel beautiful, and a little brave. She hooked her fingers in the side of her thong, and ever so slowly pulled the lacy garment down her body. When it reached her calves, she stepped out of them, and she kicked them away and stood proudly in front of Chance, awaiting his next request. It wasn’t long in coming.
“Come stand in front of me.” She walked over to him, standing a foot in front of him, clad only in her corset.
“How are you feeling, Josie, are you tired? Are you in pain, in any discomfort?” He trailed his fingers down the sides of her ribcage.
“My arm and back are fine. But I feel achy and needy,” she admitted.
“Thank you for telling me that. If we were to make love right now, would you want the corset on or off?” he asked, oh so sweetly.
“Which would you prefer?” Josie asked, wanting to please. Just like that, it was as if a switch had been flipped, all the laughter and gentleness was wiped from Chance’s expression.
“Naked, Zee, every fucking time, I want to see you naked and spread out for me like a fucking banquet. But we’re not making love, we’re not fucking, so the corset stays on. Now, I don’t do this like Sam does. Bend over my lap and put that luscious ass up in the air.” Chance patted his leg, and Josie just stood there in shocked amazement.
“I don’t get it.”
“What’s to get, Josie? You know the rules, and you’ve broken them countless times. It’s my job to get through to you that you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe you just thought I was going to prefer to make love to you with the corset on. I’m not that bastard, Russell.” Josie saw that Chance was really offended, and reached to soothe him. Chance caught her wrist before she could touch his face. “Then, in Kara’s booth, when you said you could lose twenty pounds and still need to go on a diet? Jesus, you don’t even see yourself, Zee.” They stared at one another, and she could see him come to a decision.
“I’ve tried to get through to you with words, and I’ve decided Sam’s right, you need to have physical reminders. What’s more, you love having your spectacular ass spanked. Maybe after a couple more spanking sessions, you’ll remember that you’re fucking beautiful, and you’re even prettier with a pink ass and a wet cunt. I want those things burned into your memory going forward. Now bend over my lap.” Josie found herself lost in those intense blue eyes. They weren’t sparking like Sam’s had been. Oh, there might be some of that same dominance, but mostly there was seduction, and what woman could resist Chance Reynolds when he was intent on seducing her?
Chance released her hand, and Josie braced both hands on his thigh, bending over until she was stretched over his lap like some kind of offering. She couldn’t help the shudders that went through her body at her own vulnerability. She stopped herself from putting her hands behind her to cover her naked flesh. Chance seemed to know how she was feeling. His warm hands stroked her hair, murmuring soothing sounds. “Good Girl, I know that was difficult, but you did the right thing trusting me, Zee.” His hands continued to stroke her, until finally her breathing was under control. She felt his hand sweep down to her bottom, and then stroke the spot where buttocks met thigh, and traced back and forth along that seam. “You’re perfect. Can you feel how you affect me, Zee?”
Just like that, Josie became aware of the thick erection that was pressed into her side. All of her discomfort slid away as she realized that this man was so aroused by her body. She pressed closer. “Stop, honey. I made a promise that I’m going to keep, and judging by the scent of your arousal, it’s a promise you want me to keep.” Josie felt his palm cup the cheek of her ass, and then leave, and come back down in a firm thud. Oh, God, it didn’t hurt exactly, it didn’t burn. It was as if Chance was just finding a new way to caress her. Again and again his hand came down, alternating between her cheeks, as she lifted her ass up to meet his hand. When he stopped, Josie was still lifting up, reaching for another hard caress, and she whimpered at the loss.
“I think my Zee liked her erotic spanking. Shall we see how much?” Chance pushed out her right leg, parting her thighs, sawing the side of his hand between the folds of her pussy lips. “Oh, honey, you’re dripping! Let’s get you up.” He helped her to get up from his lap, and turned her around so she was sitting on his knees.
“No—” Josie tried to get up.
“What, Zee?” Chance asked, perplexed.
“I’ll make a mess.” At her questioning look, she gestured down at his jeans. “I’ll make a spot on your pants.”
He pulled her back down. “And it’ll just make me want to wear them again tomorrow without washing them. Eau d’Josie, so much better than Febreze.”
“Jesus, Chance, I cannot believe the stuff that comes out of your mouth.” He pulled her in for a hard kiss.
“Teasing you has become the highlight of my day. How you can be such a hot little wench, and have the sensibilities of a nun is beyond me, but it is a delight. Now let’s get you out of this torture device so I can fuck you senseless.” When his hands went to the laces at the back of her corset, she wiggled away from him, slipping down on her knees in front of him.
“I want to make you senseless,” she whispered, reaching for the fastening at the top of his jeans. Chance stayed her hands.
“Every time we’re together, you make me senseless. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Why would you think I wouldn’t want to do this?” Josie asked as she looked up at him through her dark fringe of lashes. Chance clasped both of her hands and brought them up to his chest, forcing her to kneel up, their foreheads touching.
“Tell me the truth, Zee. Have you ever enjoyed performing oral sex?” Her silence was answer enough. “Why don’t we work our way up to this, huh?” He dropped a languid kiss on her lips, and then slid over to bite her earlobe, and she arched up into the caress.
“Stop!” He released her ear. “Don’t you dare distract me! I might not have enjoyed what I have done in the past, but so far everything I’ve done with you and Sam has been wonderful. Chance, I’ve been thinking about doing this all day. Every single time you’ve mentioned the word dessert my mouth has watered and it has been at the idea of having your cock in my mouth. Now drop your damn pants, miste
r.” Once again Josie found herself giggling as Chance got naked in seconds flat.
“How do you want me, Josie? Sitting? Standing? Laying down? Standing on my head?” Josie was still on her knees and a very naked Chance was standing in front of her, his cock level with her mouth. Seeing it this close, she was amazed it had ever fit inside of her. He was huge. He looked beautiful. She loved seeing the flushed head that seemed to almost pulse in excitement. Josie reached out, enjoying how velvety soft he felt. She stroked down and found her fingers couldn’t circle around the base of him. She opened up her mouth, and licked up the bead of cum that leaked out the slit, humming in pleasure at the taste. So this was how Chance tasted, she thought. Salty, sweet, and intoxicating. Of course he’d go to her head like tequila.
“Josie, I’m going to die a happy man.” She looked up and saw his wide grin, and she mirrored his for just a second, before she enveloped the head of his penis into the warmth of her mouth. His grin changed to a grimace, and then she stopped looking because she couldn’t focus on his face when she was experiencing the wonders of this new sensation. Josie closed her eyes, wanting to savor every instant of the moment. She felt Chance’s fingers tangle in her curls, and then when she brushed her tongue under the head of his cock, she heard him hiss and his hand fisted in her hair. She loved his reaction, so she laved that spot again and again with her tongue relishing his response.
After her trepidation had calmed down a bit, she pushed forward, bringing more of Chance into the comfort of her mouth, cherishing him. It felt so good to love him in this new way of expression. As soon as she realized that, she relaxed even more and brought more of him inside of her, until she felt the broad head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She slowly slid him in and out of the cavern of her mouth, lost in the sensation of having him so close, lost in the sounds of pleasure he was making, lost in the musky scent that immersed her, lost in the way his fingers were clenching her hair.
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