A Commitment to Love, Book 3 (2 page)

“Spread those beautiful legs.”

“Excuse me?” She frowned.

“Let me give it to you.”

She stared at my crotch. “Really? Haven’t I had that present before?”

I forced myself to keep my pants on. “Not that present, tesoro. You’ll get that later.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Open your legs, Jasmine.”

She bit her bottom lip and opened them, inch by lovely inch. 

I got right in front of her and dropped down to my knees. “You’re following orders with ease.”

She smirked. “I tend to follow orders, when they involve opening my legs and you’re getting down to your knees.”

“I’ll make note of that.” I landed a trail of kisses down her thigh and lifted her robe. 

She wore nothing on under it, not even panties. 
Fuck.
 I had to blow against those moist lips.

Groaning, she let her head fall back and mumbled, “No, Chase. We don’t have time.” 

“What did I tell you about that word, no?” I gently pushed her legs apart some more and took out my gift from my pocket to show her. 

It was a tiny, pink object, shaped like a pen that was thick at the top. A white cord dangled at the bottom of it.

With an opened mouth, she stared at it and laughed. “You bought me a high tech tampon? What the hell?”

I glanced back at it. “This isn’t a tampon.”

She tapped the dangling string. “It looks like one.”

“Trust me. If this was a tampon, then stores would be full of women pretending to be on their periods.” I parted her secret lips, relished in the moistness of them for far longer than I should have, and then inserted the pen inside of her.

“Mmmm.” She tensed against me as I pushed it in farther. “What is this?”

“A special type of vibrator.” When I’d made sure the top part of the pen was inside of her, I twisted the bottom half off, slipped it down over the cord, and put it in my pocket. The toy and cord remained. When it was time to take the little toy out of her, I would gently pull on the cord.

She turned to me. “Now what, Mr. Stone?”

”Now you can get dressed.”

“Excuse me?” She laughed and stood up, too. 

“How long do you want me to have a little vibrator inside of me?”

I got up and walked off. “Leave it inside during the whole ball.”

“I will not.”

I targeted her with a heated gaze. “You will.”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“I’m the god of the day.”

“You’re a power hungry, egotistical, rich brat.”

“I’ll know if you take it off.” I took out my remote control from the other pocket and showed it to her.

“The vibrator inside of me has a remote control?” she asked.

I pressed the first button, ordering the toy to turn on and start moving inside of her.

Groaning, she grabbed the edge of her desk, closed her eyes, and mumbled, “Chase, stop.”

“Stop what?” It took everything in me to not rush over there and lick her.

“Chase …” She squeezed her thighs tight together. “Please.”

I pushed the off button. “You told me that I would be the god of the day.”

“No,” she replied with her eyes still closed, as if she was desperately trying to regain composure, “I said that I would do your crazy masquerade ball.”

“You said god of the day.” I considered turning on the toy again just to hear her groan and thought better of it. 

Knowing me, I’d have Jasmine on her vanity table before she could finish the sound. 

“Do I have to remind you, tesoro? I have you agreeing to me being the god of the day on video. I, for one, enjoy watching that particular film we did. I can put it on. Remember the way you screamed my name?”

Opening her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I winked at her and left our bedroom.

“I only said god for one freaking day!” she called after me. “Be careful, Chase. Tomorrow is a whole new normal day, and on normal days, Jasmine is the goddess of the day!”

I pressed my remote control to silence her rant and send more delicious vibrations to that body. Her grunts escaped the bedroom and fled into the hallway. It was hard to stay away, difficult to keep my hands out of my pants as I rushed down the stairs.

* * *

Clearing my throat, I returned back to Jasmine in dark lace and the masquerade ball in front of me. 

Not now. I won’t push it while you’re strolling over to me. You’ve been too good this evening. But when you get close … that’s when I’ll have my fun.

I wrapped my fingers around the remote control.

First we have fun with the games. Later, I’ll show you what’s in my other pocket, and hope you say yes.
 

I closed my fingers around the jewelry box. A shiver ran up my spine. 

Would she say yes and marry me? Would she be enough? Should I even be thinking this way, while that ring weighs my pocket down? 

Letting out a long breath, I concentrated on the sight before me.

Under all of our feet, the surface glowed in an electric lavender hue. The lights dimmed and left only the candles’ glow as they adorned every silk-draped table. The full orchestra prepared their instruments and then played a slow groove that required the sensuality that only violins could master. 

“Oh how beautiful she is!” the master of ceremonies declared.

Chatter shifted to silence.

Waiters placed a port chocolate glaze onto crystal plates and then stacked the sauce with pepper-crusted lamb chops. Each dish was sided with seared vegetables and lobster mashed potatoes, a new Jasmine-inspired addiction of mine. The staff wore white velvet oval masks with wide eye-holes and no opening for the lips. Jasmine believed they appeared muted and odd. That was the goal. Hopefully, the waiters inspired the guests to keep their mouths closed as well.

This is our night.

“Come!” The master of ceremonies waved at everyone. 

Jasmine continued down the path.

“Come see the magnificent queen!”

Her steps faltered a bit at the second mention of queen. 

Oh, tesoro. I know you’re cringing inside. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?

I tried to hold in my laughter and failed.

“Oh how captivating!” The master of ceremonies clapped some more.

The crowd edged around and drank Jasmine in. I had no idea what they thought. I rubbed the side of the remote with my finger. Lust itched in my hands. My dick had been hard since the limo ride to the event. The whole drive, I pressed the buttons, testing out their various intensity levels and getting her to come all over my soft, leather seats.

Do you want to come in here, tesoro?

Barely six feet away from me, Jasmine continued. 

Hundreds of people glittered around her, but no one shined like my tesoro. 

Sure, I’m giving up women. Many of them. But … this time I get why those guys in corny films say love is worth it. At least, I think I do? What is this feeling? Lust or love?

It was hard to understand sometimes, too much to comprehend.

She was a drug in my veins. She was the song that I played every night, until my brain imprinted with the melody of her moans. 

And they drummed, 

those moans, 

over and over in my head, 

triggering desire at the wrong times, like in that moment, while everyone surrounded us. 

Is this love or an intense lust? Does it matter? When she’s around, I just can’t help myself.

Inside my pocket, I pressed the button, delivering the command to the toy inside of her slick tunnel. 

I wanted to make that lush pussy vibrate, 

thunder, 

shake, 

and force her to shudder, 

drip, 

and moisten between those lovely thighs.

She slipped a little with the last step. Thankfully, the men held her hands. I caught a tiny whimper from her lips within the downpour of the crowd’s clapping and orchestra’s playing of violins.

She mouthed the words. “I’m going to kill you.”

And I laughed behind my own mask.

She frowned as I pressed a more intense level.

I met her before she could stumble again. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“Stop it,” she whispered, gasping and falling into my arms. And still I pressed the button, rocking that secret space between her thighs and sending intense throbs to her center.

“Chase,” she moaned and grabbed my shoulders hard. “Please.”

Not noticing her distress, and I doubted anyone else did, the master of ceremonies beckoned everyone to cheer as he proclaimed, “Welcome Chase Stone’s new beautiful girlfriend, Jasmine Montgomery!” 

The crowd cheered some more, and I pushed the toy’s control button for the highest level. She shrieked against me, “Chase!”

“You’re mine.” I nibbled at the bottom of her earlobe. “You know that, right?”

“Yes.” She trembled against me.

The master of ceremonies glanced back at us, waiting for Jasmine and I to start the opening dance. I shook my head and hoped he understood that I needed a few seconds or maybe even one delicious, throbbing minute with my treasure.

The crowd clapped, but in that moment, I shut them all out.

Her voice was a low murmur as she slowly rubbed her breasts against my chest. “Stop it, baby.”

I kissed her neck and looked over the crowded, who’d centered all of their attention on us. Many pointed. All clapped. Even a few whispered. 

They can wait. 

I’ll start when she’s done.

“How good does it feel?” I kept my finger on the button and glided my free hand over her supple behind. “Do you know how many men in this ballroom want you?”

“No.” She rocked against me.

“Good.” I held her closer to me with one arm, and continued to keep the button down on the control with the other hand.

God. I want to fuck you.

“Please, Chase.” 

“Please what, baby?”

“Oh never … mind …” She leaned in and bit my neck. 

All of her subtle attempts at maintaining composure fell to the floor. Slowly, she gyrated into me. Who knew if anyone understood what was going on? I could barely keep standing as my dick went even stiffer. I pressed against her and she rotated those hips.

The crowd clapped louder. They probably figured we were making out.

“How wet are you, tesoro?”

“Dripping.”

“All down those thighs?”

“Yes, baby.” She tightened her hold on me and rocked some more.

“God, this is cruel.” I squeezed her behind, my fingers getting lost in the cushion of her pillow-soft ass. “You know what I would do with that wetness?”

Her words were breathless whispers. “Lick it up.”

“Yes.”

She moaned,” Oh God!”

Some of the clapping faltered. The master of ceremonies turned back to me. I released Jasmine’s behind and gestured for him to get the orchestra going or at least do a damn trick. 

Keep the baboons busy. I want to hear her come.

Who knew if he truly got what I was saying. If Jasmine moaned like that in my ear one more time, I’d throw her over my shoulder, rush us out of the ballroom, and fuck her until that sweet voice went raw.

“I’m coming.” She fell against me.

I had to use all of my energy to hold her up.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Is she about to go to sleep?

“Jasmine?” I released the remote control, held her close to me, and whispered in her ear, “Are you okay?”

The longest minute passed. 

After that, she stood on her own, without my help and frowned at me. “Do not touch that goddamn controller again.”

“Yes, tesoro.”

“Tesoro, my ass.”

“Your ass is a nice one.”

“Chase,” she hissed and tried to walk away. 

“Where are you going? We aren’t done.”

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