Eden's Pleasure (Pulse Book 1) (17 page)

When they entered the bathroom, she stood in awe at the sight of the most amazing bathroom she had ever seen. Three long, arched windows were the focal point between granite columns. At each, a crystal chandelier hung with sheer tan fabric draped on the sides only. There was no place for modesty in here.

The walls and practically everything was sculpted marble. It should have felt cold, but it was used in such a way that it was elegant and sensual. It reminded Eden of something that Cleopatra would have bathed in. Steps encircled a huge tub that could easily accommodate four people. But it was the shower that was eye-catching.

A large, free-standing, glass wall stood out from the far end of the room. Open on both ends, it boasted two large rainfall shower heads. At the center were multiple shower jets pointing in all directions; a semi-circled bench sat amidst it all. It was spectacular.

“This is some bathroom,” she said, gazing around at intricate bottles and toiletries on filigree shelves, very Egyptian-inspired.

“You like it then.”

“What girl wouldn’t appreciate a bathroom like this?” she mused. “So who’s the designer?”

He shrugged. “Not a clue. It was decorated like this when I bought the place. I liked it and kept it,” he stated, matter-of-fact. “Come, I want to show you the shower…and its stimulating features.” He winked.

Chase reached inside the shower and fiddled with a few switches and buttons bringing the whole thing to life. He gathered together a few towels and set them on a chair before taking Eden’s hand and pulling her inside. The jets forced a spray of water from every angled head, massaging her skin. The feeling was relaxing and she welcomed it.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, stroking down her back with his knuckles.

She arched her back and closed her eyes. “Oh, this is what I needed! It feels so good!”

“I can make you feel even better, baby.” His lips touched her shoulder and her nipples tightened to hard beads when his hands closed over each breast. “You have marvelous tits.”

“Thank you,” Eden said with a cheeky grin.

Chase moved closer and stepped her back until the backs of her knees met the bench’s edge. He reached down and raised her leg, moving her foot to rest on the bench, open to him. He ran his hand down to her cleft and fingered her clit, making her writhe at his touch. She was quick to reach near orgasm as he continued circling her clit in a steady rhythm. Running his tongue along her neck to her ear, he bit her lobe lightly, sending her mind into a frenzy as her orgasm ran wild in rapid spasms.

“Oh god,” she moaned softly against his cheek.

“Turn around, baby, bend over and lean on the bench,” he instructed. “Fuck, you make me so hard.”

Turning to his command, feeling the spray of water run across her folds as she bent over to open to him, she gasped. Chase ran his hands over her ass, took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times before sliding it along her crevice, slowly inserting just the head of his cock. She tensed, awaiting his breadth.

“You gotta breathe, baby, and relax,” he cautioned her as he pushed further into her, causing her to convulse around his cock. “I can’t promise to be gentle, baby, not this time.”

“Chase!” she cried out at his advance of her already swollen pussy from the previous night.

He thrust forward to his full length without warning, causing her to stumble forward. He grabbed her hips to steady her, and she reached a hand up to his and took hold. He pulled back slightly and thrust forward again, starting a slow pattern of strokes, and she cried out her pleasure, her cavity so full with him.

Leaning forward, never missing a beat in increasingly more rapid strokes, he found her clit and rubbed in circles until she reached her climax again, pulsating around his cock. A warm stream of juices flowed, making it easier for him to glide in and out.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby, take all of me,” he groaned and thrust harder into her two more times before pulling out of her, stroking his cock feverishly, pouring his load over her ass, marking her as his own, and purring in ecstasy.

“You ok, baby? Did I hurt you?” he asked, tenderly running his hand over her ass.

“No. I’m feeling a bit tender, but I’m ok,” she reassured him. Not wishing for tender and sweet all the time, she enjoyed the rough, less-than-gentle side of Chase and anticipated seeing the Dom come out of her man.

Chase turned her, sitting her on the bench and proceeded to wash her hair, his touch gentle and caring. She eyed his still semi-hard cock right in front of her face, a drip of cum dropping to the shower floor, washing away down the drain. She found this sight very erotic. He put his hand out and moved her to the shower head, rinsing the shampoo from her hair.

He poured body wash from a fancy, unmarked bottle onto a cloth and gently washed every inch of her. The fragrance of vanilla filled the air. He took his time, running his hands over her body, following the lathered cloth. “Your perfect body makes me fall apart, baby,” he attested. “So perfect.”

Eden smiled in delight. Chase made her feel so special and desired. Each touch was sensual and pure heaven, making her skin ripple with goose bumps. She was enjoying this submission stuff so far.

When he was finished, he washed his hair and rinsed it as she watched the bubbles run over his exquisite body. Eden took the cloth he had used to wash her moments ago and rinsed it, then applied body wash, and, in turn, took her time washing every inch of him. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end. His comfort level was being challenged. He smiled into her eyes, looking pleased, and she delighted in her task.

“We better get out of here before things heat up again. I’m hungry, time to get some food.” He rinsed quickly and took her hand, leading her out. Then he turned the water off and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. With another towel, he dried her hair and, slowly, he dried her body. She squirmed with every touch. He knew how to drive a woman wild.

***

In the bedroom, he took a crisp white t-shirt from a drawer and removed her towel. “Put your arms up,” he told her. Eden did as she was told without question. She was not at all threatened by his demands. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and down to her knees. She drowned in it, but it smelled of him. She basked in its warmth. He put on a pair of worn blue jeans, no underwear or socks, and a t-shirt. He looked so sexy in front of her with his still-wet hair and his tight jeans. Her frisson did not go unnoticed and Chase chuckled.

“Come, I’ll make us breakfast.” He took her hand and led her out of the room and proceeded to the stairs. As they came to the first landing, the door to the office opened. An older, stout brunette in a pink uniform and white apron came from the room with a smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Dean.” Not waiting for a reply, she hurried past them and made her way up the stairs to the bathroom, disappearing through the door.

“Morning, Hazel!” Chase bellowed up the stairs behind her. “That was Hazel, my housekeeper; sweet lady but always in a rush.”

He continued down the stairs. Eden felt uncomfortable in only a t-shirt. Oh god, what would this lady think of her? “Maybe I should get dressed.”

“You are dressed.” He laughed.

“But your housekeeper…what will she think?” she asked and then visualized the shower scene. “She probably heard us having sex in the shower, oh my god!”

Not giving it much concern at all, he shrugged his shoulders at Eden and winked. “Too late, she already saw you, and yes she probably heard us. Don’t worry, she is completely loyal and discreet.”

She nodded but peeked behind her to see if she had an audience and pulled at her t-shirt, making sure she was properly covered.

In the kitchen, Chase cautiously tapped his fingers against the coffee pot to measure its warmth.

“Would you like coffee? Or I can make you tea? I have every flavor imaginable and then some. Hazel keeps it stocked, she’s the tea drinker.”

“Coffee, please, black.” She sat down at the table on the cold chair. The reality of her lack of underwear became apparent. Chase handed her a steaming mug of coffee. She took a sip and made an
mmm
sound.

“What would you like? Eggs? Bacon? An omelet? Pancakes?” he asked as he whirled a frying pan in his hand.

“Toast?” she asked. “I don’t usually eat breakfast.”

“Well, if you expect to keep up with me, you better learn to eat, baby. An omelet it is…and toast!” he mocked with a wink.

In no time at all, he placed two plates on the table consisting of an egg-white omelet each, sliced melon, and of course toast and took the seat next to her. They devoured their meals in silence, too hungry to speak since they’d missed dinner the night before in lieu of their sexual encounter. Eden surprised herself at her appetite this morning.

Chase rose and took their plates to the sink, then brought the coffee pot to the table and topped up their cups.

“I want to ask you something.” Chase leaned closer beside her and gave her shoulder a nudge.

“Ok, go ahead and ask.” She nudged him back and giggled.

“How did you get that scar?”

Eden stiffened, losing her smile, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, staring into her coffee mug. “Why do you ask?”

“Curiosity.” He tilted his head to get a better look at her. “Concern.”

Eden laughed with awkward effort. “Curiosity killed the cat, haven’t you heard the old adage?” She tried to bring a bit of humor to the situation unsuccessfully.

Chase sat, stone-faced and waiting for an answer. “Was it an accident?” he asked insistently. “It doesn’t look like a scar from surgery.”

“No to both.” She looked him in the eyes, and her heart started to race, tears stinging at her eyes in anger. “Let’s just say it’s a reminder of a bad relationship gone very wrong and leave it at that.”

Chase wrapped his arm around her shoulder holding her tight to him. “You were attacked? Assaulted? Was it the ex-boyfriend that hurt you?”

She pulled herself from him and sipped at her coffee, trying to put distance between them. “Look, it happened a long time ago. Why do you need to know so badly? Does it repulse you or something?” she lashed out at him.

“God no, don’t think that for a minute.” He weaved his fingers into hers and lifted her hand to his lips, sweeping a kiss across her knuckles. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect. I just want to know who would’ve hurt you and why.”

“Fine, if you want to know, I’ll tell you the whole ugly thing.” She faced the table, unable to look at him in fear that she would start to cry and show him that kind of weakness.

“I told you I only had one relationship…” She gripped his hand, thinking carefully before continuing her explanation.

“Yes, I remember. It wasn’t true?” he asked.

“It was true,” she went on. “He was horrible, nasty and took great pleasure in my pain. A real control freak. Told me what to do, when to do it and how. And if I didn’t, he’d hurt me.”

“So he did cause the scar,” Chase growled, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently. How could any man harm her? Chase knew he could be demanding and controlling one moment, soft and tender the next. He hoped he wasn’t a cause of her fears. Had he done something last night or this morning with his sexual demands? “Did I scare you? Am I pushing you too hard, too fast? You would tell me if I scare you, right?”

Eden shook her head. “No, you could never be like him, and you could never scare me.” She took a cleansing breath and went on. “One night, when I came home from school, he was drunk, which wasn’t unusual. He met me at the door with a knife, held it in my face while he had me take off my clothes and then to my throat while he made me cook his dinner. I don’t know how it happened, but he was tracing over my breast with the tip of the blade…I panicked, and the next thing I knew my breast was bleeding.”

Chase ran his thumb across her cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby!” His expression of real concern confused her. You would have thought that he felt the pain she had felt, that he wore the scar on his breast, that his heart weighed just as heavy as hers. It was endearing.

Tears welled up in her eyes as Chase got down on his knees and turned her in her seat to face him. He lifted her t-shirt, and she watched through teary eyes as he cupped her scarred breast in his hand, tracing tiny kisses from one end of her scar to the other. He lowered her t-shirt and moved in to embrace her. She wept quietly in his arms as he rocked her until the tears subsided.

***

Chase and Eden sat in silence while they finished the last of the coffee. It had been a very emotional night and the morning events only added to their exhaustion.

“Mr. Dean?” Hazel stood in the kitchen doorway taking both Chase and Eden by surprise. “I cleaned and pressed your friend’s clothing and undergarments. I put them in the guest room.”

“Thank you, Hazel,” Chase bit out and glared at her, pissed at her audacity. Eden sat confused with his reaction to Hazel’s efficiency. She had done her job, and he was pissed? She couldn’t understand.

“I will return in a few minutes to clean the kitchen. I will be out of your way for the rest of the day.” She snorted at him and turned on her heels before he had time to counter.

“I don’t think she likes me very much,” Eden commented.

“Believe me, it’s not you. She is like a mother hen, very protective. She’s been my housekeeper since I was eighteen. That’s when I started at ‘Dean’ with my father and moved in here.”

“At eighteen, you had a housekeeper and a penthouse apartment?” Eden asked in amazement.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds…well, I guess it does sound bad.” He rolled his eyes.

Chase took her hand, and they strolled into the living room. They sat together on the sofa, not speaking a word. He took her chin in his hand and gave her a long, lingering kiss. She sighed on his release. “I really have to be going. I’ll go get dressed,” she told him, but secretly she would have stayed if he had asked.

They stood and made their way over to the staircase. Leaving Chase to stand alone, she slowly climbed the stairs up to the guest room as he watched her in silence. She smiled to herself thinking that he had quite the view of her bare ass. She turned to find him staring up at her with a smile of his own.