Chase handed him the car keys.
“Oh Miss, let me.” Charles flew around the hood to open my door.
I was not all that anxious to get out. My eyes widened as they locked on Chase’s hungry stare. He smirked and slightly shook his head, making his way around the car.
“I got her, Charles, thank you though.” Several neatly folded bills exchanged hands and he proceeded to open my door.
“Have a good evening, Sir, Miss.” Charles nodded in our direction and slipped away.
“Chase, I can’t get out,” I hissed.
“Come here, baby, no one will notice.” He smirked again and pulled me from the car.
“Where are we, anyway?” I swung my bag over my shoulder, bouncing it from front to back trying to decide which area was less offensive. Even more desperately trying not to wonder why this Charles character knew Chase so well. How many other pantiless women had he brought here before? Ugh.
“My apartment building.” The enormous square structure looked like something out of the Victorian Renaissance era. The brick and sandstone walls decorated with ornate steel balconies and elaborate moldings were stunning. It was a little on the darker side. But the sight of its classic tall beauty took my breath away. Much like the man beside me. “Let’s go inside.” He pinned me close to his side, wrapping his arm low on my waist.
“You covering me up?” I looked up into his eyes peering down at me from under his shades.
“I told you. I don’t share.”
My smile widened and the flush hit my cheeks.
“Good Afternoon, Dr. Colton, Miss.” We were greeted by a second white-gloved gentleman. First a doorman, second a concierge. A couple episodes of the Housewives were worth keeping in the loop to be refreshed on these unfamiliar high society ways. I put my giant bag in front of me and silently prayed my ass was covered enough by Chase’s arm. I cursed the designer who thought pale yellow, short dress and sun should ever be in the same sentence.
The elevator ride to the tenth floor was quiet. We nodded politely as other tenants entered and exited, Chase’s eyes only leaving mine for brief cordial sentiments. His stare was heated. The elevator opened to a wide gothic passage leading directly to a massive arched mahogany door. He gently led me forward. My jaw, not so subtly, dropped. Not even two steps through the door and the expansive view of Central Park was spectacular. The unobstructed light shining through the eight enormous windows lining the living room was awe-inspiring.
“Oh Chase, your view, your apartment, it’s ... beautiful.” I smiled coyly.
“Glad you like it.” He draped his arm over my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “Go take a look around, gotta make a quick call to check in at the hospital.”
The towering ceilings and intricate dark wood moldings carried through every room. One as beautiful as the next. The dining room and kitchen looked out on the gabled roofs of the interior courtyard. A gorgeous fountain was surrounded by symmetric circular gardens spanning across intricately placed stone walkways. The detail was fascinating.
I wandered into his bedroom. The steel grey walls framed a massive antiqued black four-poster bed, blanketed with stark white linens. Overall the room was dark and simply decorated. No personal effects, no frames or photos or family mementos. Nothing revealed the mystery behind the man. But his appreciation for light and color was conspicuous, bringing warmth and coziness. The floor-to-ceiling French doors, defined by deep turquoise silk draperies, led to a terrace full of clean-edged planters overflowing with unique tropical flowers. Aired on two sides, almost every room brought in the outdoor landscape.
“I promise you we will spend quality time in here.” His voice startled me. “I wanna see how you look on my bed.” He sat on the edge of the massive bed and pulled me between his legs. “Did I mention I really like you pantiless?” He gripped my ass and brought me closer, burying his head between my breasts. “And braless,” he mumbled into my cleavage.
“Mmm.” My head tilted back, as the first of my thin spaghetti straps fell from my shoulder. The ridge of his erection pushed into my thigh, I swallowed. My nipples tightened as he drew my breast up into his very experienced mouth.
“Oh, oh,” I gasped. I squeezed my legs together to help relieve the deep ache already forming, or that never really left.
“You love that, huh, baby? I love to make you squirm.”
My dress slid to the floor to pool around my heels as he sat back to feast on my body. The heated stare from the elevator returned and his eyes darkened to match his walls. I was hyper aware of my body and the broad daylight should have made me self-conscious. But it didn’t. Every part of me was taut with excitement and anticipation. I was in his room, his space, completely under his control. A control so different from what I remembered.
“Keep your shoes on,” he commanded. I felt sexy as hell.
Flashing back to the night we met, I teased, “Thought you hated these shoes.”
“Unless I can do this.” His hand slid up my thigh and brushed my sex. “Pure torture, baby.” He stopped and pressed a wet kiss below my navel. “You.” Kiss. “These shoes.” Kiss. “Longest. Fucking. Rounds. Ever.”
I bit my lip as my flesh trembled. He remembered.
Suddenly I was flushed, and the heat radiated from my sex through my body. I panted, “Mmm. Good, no more ballet flats.”
“You wear heels like this, just know ... I’m going to fuck you. Wherever, whenever,” he growled.
I whimpered under a stare so intense I wanted to wiggle. “Touch me, Chase, please.”
“Ride me, baby ... I want to watch you, watch your body on top of mine.”
Those words gave me control. I hesitated. I was nervous. I wanted him so bad, but this entered uncharted territory. Selfish fuck-face never let me take control—why bother you don’t get off anyway. Always under him, I stared into empty eyes as he greedily sucked pleasure from me. Shit. I didn’t want Chase to relinquish his power; it was all I knew. I wasn’t ready. Years of someone controlling every sexual encounter haunted me. I stood frozen, caught in a familiar place of torment.
“Blue?” His tone was concerned. “Look at me, Lili.” Raw and exposed, I looked back into his eyes. “I want you, baby, only you. Give me you.”
I wanted to do this. I needed to give him me. When he controlled I enjoyed the ride, aroused and wanton, but me controlling was foreign. A place I had never been willingly. My hands trembled. I undid his belt buckle and drew his zipper down, palming his thick length. He was so hard. He shimmied his pants down and flashed a devilish grin, a reminder. Obviously, he was intent on following through with his double-digit nonsense. My boldness from the night before cowered in the corner. I hesitantly rubbed his length and thickness.
“Chase...” I saw the need in his eyes, but the uncertainty of my actions was paralyzing.
“Baby, that feels so good.” He read the thoughts stewing in my mind. He wanted me to touch him. “Come up here, I need your mouth on mine.” He sensed my apprehension. At his request, I dragged my hands under his shirt along his rigid chest, relishing in the feel of his pebbled nipples to connect our mouths. My touch was his arousal. Wow.
In one swift motion, his shirt broke our kiss and floated to the floor. I leaned down to press a kiss to his bare stomach. He moaned, deep and throaty. My trepidation slowly diminished. He grabbed a handful of my hair and slid me back up his body. I rubbed my wet and quivery sex along his smooth shaft.
“Oh baby, you’re soaked.” His lids lowered halfway down with erotic need. My sex throbbed unbearably. It was hard to fathom I did this to him.