Chapter Ten
Chase
The good thing about having a PI, I know everything before anyone else does. Yep, I knew Kerry was going on her trip three days ago. I also knew Faye didn’t have a clue about it. She’d been oblivious to her sister’s impending trip. If she even had a clue, I imagine she’d have done what she could to stop her sister from going.
Still, as I watch the last member of my staff leave my office for the night, I perch on the edge of my desk while I wait for Faye to arrive.
Letting her go at the copy machine had been sheer torture. I’d wanted to keep on teasing her, playing with her body, and showing her all that she’d been missing.
Instead, I backed away, giving her the space she needs, even if it’s the last thing I need.
I’m tired of waiting, tired of watching her, wanting her.
One night wasn’t enough.
We both know it, and she’s fighting it.
I felt her response to me today, and she couldn’t hide it.
Her pussy was still so tight and untouched and coated my fingers with her slick juices. Her nipples were rock-hard pebbles against my palm. The need was so great within her that I could taste it.
She isn’t going to have to wait anymore.
I figure for the past year she’s been up to her eyeballs in responsibility, in having to deal with her sister, stepfather, the lot. So, tonight, I’m taking it all away.
I hear the elevator beep and watch as she steps off, her hips swaying with every step that she takes.
When she pauses at the edge of the room, she takes in how alone we are. Arms folded, I wait.
“I got the document you wanted,” Faye says, coming into the room.
“Good.”
She doesn’t make a move, and I watch her. She holds onto the envelope.
Silence fills the space between us.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Chase.”
“That night—consider every single time we’re alone, the same rules apply. I won’t take no for an answer. You want this. I can see it in your eyes, but you want to fight these feelings and you know what? That’s okay. I can handle that. But I won’t have you push me away because you don’t think this is appropriate.”
“It’s not.”
“Why?”
“You’re my boss.”
“Six months ago, I was the answer to all of your prayers.” I stand up and take a step toward her.
She doesn’t back away. With the next step I take, she stays firmly in her spot.
“Do you think I had to pay a hundred thousand bucks for you? No. I did it because I wanted to.” Another step. I’m nearly in front of her when she finally takes a step back. Only she’s not out of the door. She’s pressed up against the wall.
Slamming my hands on either side of her head, I trap her.
“It was one night.”
“And I’m calling in an extension.”
She’s fighting me again. She’s fighting this, and I won’t have that.
So, it’s time for me to pull out the big guns. “Let’s get something straight, either you give me what I want, or I make sure Kerry gets taken away from you.”
“What?”
“You’re holding on by a thread. You can’t even make a decision right now as to what you want. That girl runs rings around you, playing on your guilt.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“For the past week I’ve seen it. She doesn’t exactly hide it, and you don’t hide your guilt either.”
“You’re going to blackmail me.”
“I had no intention of doing it this way, but you’ve left me no choice. You want to keep on hiding and fight this, go ahead. I don’t mind. Push me and see what happens.” I have absolutely no intention of reporting her or of having Kerry taken from her. That girl does run rings around Faye and uses her guilt of what happened to keep her in her place. That, I don’t agree with.
This guilt Faye has, it’s misplaced. I know everything. How she’d been in college when she discovered the extent of the abuse. The death of her mother. The stepfather. All of it.
I’m not about to tell her that though.
“What do you want?” she asks.
There’s fire in her eyes.
“It’s simple.”
“Just tell me what you want, Chase.”
I smile. That’s right, baby, give me that fire.
“I want you.”
“I’m right here.”
“Take off your clothes.”
I step back and close the door, flicking the lock. I don’t mind chasing after her, but the last thing I want is for her to run from me.
Her nipples are rock-hard, pressing against her shirt, and it makes me wonder if all this time she’s needed someone to take control. To make the decisions for her.
I’m not going to hurt her.
What I’m going to do is take care of her the best way I know how.
“Someone might see.”
“Everyone is home, and you’re not needed there. It’s just you and me. Take them off.”
“What is all this going to mean?” she asks. “I don’t … what exactly is it you want? I can’t do anything illegal. I won’t.”
I smile. “It’s simple. You want to keep your sister, you give me everything I want. I don’t share what’s mine, Faye. It’s why I paid the guard that night not to stand outside our door.”
“What?”
“That’s right. All night long you were alone with me and I could do anything that I wanted to you. No one would have been able to stop me. Knowing that, do you really think I’d hurt you?”
“You’re blackmailing me to get what you want.”
I move in close once again.
Pushing my body against hers, I grab her wrists, putting them above her head. “And tell me you’re not turned on right now knowing there’s nothing you can do. You’re at my mercy. You’re all mine, and I have every intention of getting my fill.”
“You’re not going to offer me money?” she asks with a snort.
Leaning in close to her neck, I feel her shiver. “I know you’re not a whore. There’s a lot of shit I know, and selling your body for money, that wasn’t something you wanted. You’re just lucky you got me instead of someone else who’d have made your night a living hell.” I wait a few seconds for that to sink in. “Think about it, Faye. I’m offering you pleasure, undeniable pleasure, and all you’ve got to do is take it. I want everything you have to offer, no more, no less. No-holds-barred sex.”
She licks her lip, and I know she wants it.
There’s no denying that glint of attraction her eyes.
“Do you want money? Will that be the deciding factor for you?”
She wrinkles her nose. “No. I don’t want your money.”
“Good. It’s not on offer.”
“You’re not into any freaky kind of stuff, are you?”
I smirk. I can’t help it. “Maybe, my little virgin, you should try something before you judge.”
“I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“You’re a virgin in more ways than you know.” Kissing her neck, I wait. “Take off your clothes.”
She hesitates for a second before finally unbuttoning her blouse. She’s slow as she does this, the first button coming through the hole and then the next.
The white lace bra she wears is so fucking sexy. My dick is already so hard that I feel a wave of pre-cum spill out the tip. I want inside her.
When she wriggles out of the skirt, I nearly lose it. Her tits shake with each move from side to side, those curves being revealed to me.
I love her fuller figure, the thickness of her thighs, even with the dots of cellulite, her rounded hips and stomach along with her large tits. For me, she is the best fucking package I have to unwrap, and I intend to take my time.
She has no idea what my main plan is, and I’m not about to tell her, not yet. Faye’s not ready to know, but when she does, she’ll be ready to deal with it and with me.
With only her underwear on, she stands before me, looking unsure. There’s no confidence there.
Reaching out, I tease the strap of her bra down her arm, watching it fall loosely to her elbow. I do the same with the next. Pulling her close, I flick the catch of the bra, and it springs open.
I help her remove it, letting the item fall to the floor. Her tits spring free as if they have a mind of their own, and in a way, they do.
Cupping the mounds, I press them together, watching her nipples harden. Licking one beaded nipple, I watch as she gasps, her back arching up, offering them to me.
Her eyes close as I suck on each tip, lathering them, coating her in my spit and running my thumbs across the tips. Her moans fill my office, echoing off the walls.
It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I release her tits only to grasp her hips. I don’t peel her panties down her body. In a strong grip, I tear them from her, pocketing the fabric.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She’s completely naked now, in my office. Running my hands down her back, I cup her ass, drawing her close so that she feels my erection. My need for her.
“What now?” she asks.
Her voice is breathy as I continue to stroke up her spine.
“Go sit on my sofa.”
I love how red her cheeks are. I didn’t realize how arousing it could be to have a blushing female in my bed, but there’s no getting away from it. I love it. Her innocence, her sweetness, it belongs to me and had from the moment I saw her picture.
She sits down on the sofa, her hands clasped together. She’s trying to cover her body, and I won’t have that.
“Lean back.” She does as I tell her. “Put your legs on the edge of the sofa and then spread them.”
She hesitates again, knowing this will spread her open for me. There won’t be a single part of her to hide.
I kneel before her and stare at her.
Her pussy is slick. Her pubic hair is still neatly trimmed, but the damp curls give away her arousal.
Cupping her knees, I spread them a little wider.
Her tits shake with every single indrawn breath.
Stroking up the inside of her thighs, I tease her pussy, not touching her directly, but close, so close. I hear her moan as I slide back to her knees before advancing up again.
She’s tense, but I figured she would be.
Faye doesn’t know me.
All she’s known between us is this.
Gripping her ankles, I pull them so that they’re on the floor, and then hold her waist. I tug her close so that her ass is on the edge of the sofa.
There’s no getting away now.
Still looking into her eyes, I lean down and touch my tongue to her clit.
She gasps again. The lips of her sex are already open, and I don’t need to spread her wide. Her clit is already so swollen, her pussy soaked with her arousal. My teasing earlier is helping her to relax.
Finally looking away, I stroke down toward her entrance and touch her cunt. I don’t penetrate, just tease of what I can do.
She says my name, once, twice, three times, before finally lifting her pelvis up to my face.
I suck on her clit, biting down just enough to hear her cry of pain, which I soothe out with my tongue.
I keep hold of her hips as she jerks within my arms. When I can’t take it anymore, I pull back, slide my hands to her pussy, and spread those lips wide to see her hole and clit. Stroking two fingers across her nub, working them down, I slide them inside her, feeling how tight and wet she is.
In and out, I thrust inside her. Pressing my thumb to her clit, moving side to side, I watch her take my fingers, her pussy stretching around the digits.
She’s rocking on them, taking them in deeper.
When I add a third finger, she pauses as this stretches her even wider.
“Chase?”
“You can take them.” Working my fingers inside her, I watch her, mesmerized. She doesn’t hold back. Her face is so expressive, showing me how much she’s loving the pleasure I’m giving her.
I want those screams to fill the air, to surround us both.
I take her clit once again, feeling her cunt ripple and pulse around my fingers as I draw her closer and closer to orgasm.
Her pleasure is building and my need for her along with it.
I want her to come because this first time, I won’t be able to control it. I need to fuck her. To own her once again and to remember how good she feels on my dick.
She cries my name, the sound echoing off the walls as she comes. Keeping my lips on her pussy, I stroke her to completion. When she can’t take any more of my tongue, I pull back but drive my fingers inside her, stretching her out.
She whimpers, and I pull them from her body, sucking them clean as well. I love the taste of her pussy.
My hand goes to my belt, and her eyes open.
That’s right, sweetheart. We’ve only just started.