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When I came, there was no
stopping it, or Chase. He drove right through my bucking and thrashing, my
desperate cries. All I could do was arch up against him, let my body take
control and ride the ever-increasing waves of ecstasy.

But Chase wasn’t finished with
me. My orgasm peaked and then held, as he continued his frenzied thrusting. I
was shaking, my arms tired, my legs quivering, my mind, I realized, heading to
that place I’d gone when Chase had bound me with rope. Everything was too
much…but I wanted more.

Chase’s cry, his almost-scream,
brought me back. His head was thrown back, his hips thrust forward, eyes
tightly shut. I could feel every nuance of his cock inside me, feel it harden
even more, the first pulses as his orgasm broke, the hot rush of fluid as he
ejaculated. He made short sharp jabs into me, grimacing with each, his cries
finally softening as he came down from the peak of his orgasm.

We collapsed, Chase covering me,
my body exhausted. I drifted off, and then became aware of Chase moving me,
lifting my arms and legs, covering me with sheets and the quilts, pulling me
against him. I felt his gentle kiss on my neck and then I was asleep.

***

It was very late…or very
early…when I woke. The room was dark; Chase a darker shape in the bed next to
me. I leaned over him, looking for an alarm clock. The one on the bedside table
said seven-fifteen. My cry of dismay roused Chase.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was
groggy with sleep, low and husky. And utterly sexy.
Damn.

“I’m really, really late. Why is
it so dark in here?”

I was struggling to untangle
myself from the sheets.

“Black out curtains.” Chase’s
hand reached out, stilling my efforts.

“Stay. Call in sick.” His voice
was less groggy but no less sexy. My breath caught in my throat, my heart doing
a little double beat. The warm scent of us rose up, reminding me of yesterday.

“I can’t…”

“Yes. You can.” There was a
fumbling on his side of the bed and a cell phone was thrust into my hands.

After I handed the cell phone
back to him, he rolled toward me, pulling me against his body, his erection
already there, hard, pressing against my stomach. There was that familiar, and
oh-so-welcome, thud deep inside of me in response. I moved closer, my hand
sliding down between us, my fingers wrapping around his thick shaft.

“You’re turning me into a bad
girl, Chase.” I whispered my words over the top of his head. He was already
kissing my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples.

He looked up at me, his face just
visible in the dim light. I thought he was probably smiling.

“No. I think you’ve been a closet
bad girl all along. I just opened the door.”

***

It
was sometime Friday night when I got back to my own apartment. I’d at least had
the presence of mind to leave a very large bowl of food for the cat, but he was
clingy and needy for the first hour I was home. He followed me everywhere, even
to the bathroom when I took my ritual Sunday evening bath, two days early.

I
stayed in the bath a long, long time, adding more hot water. My muscles were
sore; there were fingerprint bruises on my arms and the backs of my thighs. It
made me wonder, now that I was away from Chase, exactly what I had been doing
and why.

The
what
was easy. I’d been having mind-blowing sex, wild and passionate, with an
unpredictable man who lit a fire inside of me. That sent me out of control,
made my body not only sing, but scream with pleasure. I’d never come away from
being with any man feeling as desirable and alive as I did with Chase.

The
why
was a bit more complicated. I guess, in simplest terms, because I could. He
excited me and I apparently excited him. We got along well; we enjoyed each
other’s company, in and out of bed. We had kick ass sex.

But
every so often the little voice in my head spoke up, reminding me of Jake. And
I felt bad, guilty, torn…disloyal.

Jake
is important to me, but he’s not my boyfriend. We don’t have that kind of
relationship. That he loves me is his responsibility, not mine; he knows that
and so do I. I’m still abiding by the original rules of engagement for our
relationship. No strings attached. I don’t want to intentionally hurt Jake; I
do care for him. But I do get to live my own life.

Chase
is important, or I’d like Chase to be important, but in a different way. I
could have a relationship with Chase. All possibilities are on the table right
now with Chase, including being his submissive.

I
thought about that as I added more hot water to the bath. What would it be
like, having Chase as my Dom? Would we have scenes at the club? Or his house?
Both?

I
shook my head.
This is how you get in trouble with men, Abby. Back off.

Eventually
the water got cold and I drained the bath. I wrapped up in a big terry bathroom
and slouched around the apartment, thinking vaguely about dinner. Chase had fed
me lunch before I left but it was late now and I was hungry.

I was
rummaging around in my empty refrigerator when the phone rang. The caller ID
wasn’t one I recognized.

“Hi, Abby.”

Jake’s
voice surprised me, caused my heart to thud, made my palms sweaty. And made me
very happy.

“Jake!
Where are you? Are you home?”

“No,
not yet. Still on the road. Seattle, Washington, to be exact. I’m just calling
from the hotel to see how you are. I’ve missed you.”

It
was so good to hear Jake’s voice, to have him tell me about the meetings he
had, all those little details of his day. We talked for a long time, about
nothing really, me omitting where I’d been for the last two days, and with
whom.

When
I hung up I had a nagging voice in my mind, that I was somehow betraying Jake
by being with Chase.

But
another voice, Chase’s voice, was there; telling me Jake had secrets, secrets
with the potential to hurt me. It made whatever this was all the more
confusing.

***

Chase
called late Sunday night from the club. I almost missed the call, diving for
the phone on the last ring before it went to voicemail.

“I
want to see you this week, Abby. Monday, for dinner. I assume you like steak.”

There
was no wasted time or words with Chase; he was direct and to the point. I told
him I wanted to see him too.

“Of
course you do. I’m irresistible.” I heard the smile in his voice. “Wear
something sexy. I want to ravish you with my eyes during dinner.”

He
was coming from the club and I was coming from work, so we agreed to meet at
the restaurant. He told me to park behind the place he’d picked, off of Texas
Avenue at Capital.

The
restaurant was crowded so I took a seat at the bar, ordering a bourbon and
branch. I didn’t have long to wait before Chase arrived, looking sexy and
casual in a black shirt and dark jeans.

He
gave me a hearty kiss on the lips, pulling me hard against him. He finally let
me go, keeping one arm around my shoulders. He looked down into my eyes, his
easy smile making me smile back. Everything seemed to be right when he held me,
no matter where we were.

“You’re
a sight for sore eyes, Abby. I’ve missed you.”

We
talked for a bit at the bar before the waitress led us to our table. I’d had a
second drink and was feeling nicely relaxed, maybe a little too relaxed.

“I
like the dress, Abby. Very sexy.” As we walked to our table, the hand on the
small of my back had slid lower, giving my ass a squeeze.

Dinner
was steak for two, perfectly done and delicious. And another drink.
Slow
down, Abby.

But
everything felt so good, dinner, being with Chase, letting loose and having
fun. We discovered there was music next door and before I realized it, we were
out dancing, one song after another.

“I
can’t remember the last time I did this.” I was winded, sitting at a small
table off to the side, another drink waiting for me.

“Feels
good to get out of your routine, doesn’t it?” Chase had undone a button or two
on his shirt, just a bit more of his broad chest visible. It did things to me
that shouldn’t be allowed in certain states.

A
slow song started and the lights dimmed. Chase took my hand, pulling me up to
his chest.

“Come
on, Abby. One more.”

He
held me against his body, every inch of him possible pressed against me. We
were the perfect height; his erection caught me just on the bone above my
thighs, making it easy to grind against his hard cock with just the slightest
pressure.

When
the song ended, we were both breathing hard, eyes locked, bodies still locked
together. When the lights came up and the first notes of the next song started,
we broke apart. Unspoken, I grabbed my purse and he pulled me out the back door
of the place, into the parking lot, to his car.

It
had been a long time since I’d fooled around in the back seat of someone’s car,
longer even than since the last time I’d danced, and my heart thudded in my
chest.

Chase’s
car, a little red convertible, was parked in the far corner of the lot,
bordered on two sides by a chest high brick wall. A rush of giggles spilled out
as I imagined him and me in the back seat, which was almost non-existent.

But
he pulled me toward the front of the car, turning around, grabbing me by the
shoulders. I winced; it was the same place he’d grabbed me Thursday, and
probably Friday, and my arms were covered with tiny fingerprint bruises. But he
had me pulled against him, his mouth on mine, his hands moving down to cup my
ass, thrusting himself slowly against me.

The
bourbon made me relaxed, pleasantly fuzzy around the edges. The air was warm
and soft around us, the twilight deep purple, almost, but not quite night. His
mouth was working all kinds of magic on mine, his tongue probing every recess
in my mouth.

Lost
in all this erotic play, I was only dimly aware of his hand sliding between us,
moving with purpose, the soft sound of his zipper being tugged down.

His
mouth was no longer on mine. His hands were on my shoulders then, gently
pushing me down. I opened my eyes, looking up at him in the dim light of the
parking lot.

“No…we’re
in public. Someone will see us.” But as I looked around, I realized we were
hidden in the darkest corner of the lot, the car behind me blocking any view of
what I would be doing.

“Come
on, Abby.” His voice was low, so very seductive. “Do it for me. You’re so
fucking sexy in that dress. I can’t go home with this.” He looked down; I
followed his gaze. His erection was huge, standing away from the open flies of
his jeans. The sight of it made me gasp, a hard thump of arousal hitting me low
again, another punch, not unexpected this time.

The
pressure of his hands on my shoulders grew. I felt my knees giving way slowly,
as I slid my hands down his chest, looking up at his face against the darkening
sky.

The
parking lot was rough under my knees as I took him in my hand, wrapping my
fingers around the shaft of his erection. I ran my tongue over the head of his
cock, flicking it along the sensitive underside. Chase’s hands were on my head,
tangling in my hair.

I
took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the shaft of his cock,
feeling the softness of the skin over the heat and hardness. My hands had moved
to his balls, caressing each one, rubbing them, teasing him as I pulled his
cock from my mouth. I kept this up, bobbing my head, working him further and
further into my mouth.

With
a groan Chase suddenly pushed my head down on his cock, thrusting himself hard
into my mouth. It took me by surprise, made me gag briefly. I pulled him out of
my mouth, stroking him slowly while I caught my breath. I looked up at him, his
face barely visible in the dark. I couldn’t read his expression.

His
hands were still holding my head, but I felt them relax. I took him back into
my mouth, licking and sucking, pulling him out to stroke him hard and fast. If
he wanted it rough, I’d give it to him, but on my terms.

The
thrill of being outside, with the ever-present potential of someone seeing us,
made me hot, turned me on. I was moaning against Chase’s cock by now, my own
hips thrusting forward in time with Chase’s body.

When
he came, it was with brief but loud cry and an explosive thrust, his hips
thrusting forward. His fingers dug into my scalp and I let him take control as
his orgasm peaked.

When
it was over, he pulled me up, offering his handkerchief. I wiped my lips,
hearing the sound of the zipper on his jeans. He grabbed me, pulling me back
against his body, kissing me hard.

“That
was amazing, Abby.” He broke away, looking down at me in the dim light,
brushing the hair away from my face.

“Are
you okay to drive home? You’ve had a few drinks tonight.”

I
nodded my head. “I’m fine. I don’t have that far to go. I’ll be okay.”

“Call
me when you get home so I know you got home safely.”