the hell was pride at this point anyway?
Chase kissed his way from the edge of her shoulder to the shell of her ear while he caressed the inside of her thigh with his free hand mere inches from where she desperately needed him to be. But it was the rock-hard ridge pushing into her hip that commanded her attention. He was as turned on as she.
“Don’t touch your pussy tonight,” he whispered, the sound an unmistakable command. “You started this and I plan to finish it.” Chase chose that moment to drag one finger through her slit. Eve cried out from the overload of sensation. Her knees buckled. Thanks to the strong grip he maintained on her arm, she stayed right where he wanted her.
“Please…” She couldn’t have held back the plea if she’d wanted to. She’d known Chase and Murphy would play her body like a finely tuned instrument, but she’d underestimated her own response. Now she needed an orgasm as much as her next breath, and he’d just denied her.
“I intend to give you everything you need and then some.” He removed his finger and released her arm, and Eve barely caught herself from falling. “But not tonight.”
Eve had no idea what to do with that. The ache bordered on painful, and he’d just ordered her no satisfaction. Was he fucking crazy? As quickly as a flash fire in a pan of grease on the stove, her aching desire turned to anger.
“You’re being such an asshole. Is it really all that much to ask for some relief? Fuck, Chase. Have some pity.”
The smug smile that crossed his face fanned the flames. She suddenly wanted to knock that look from his face.
“Consider this a test. Or a last chance to say no if you need that. I could send the client the pictures we have already and I think he’d be pleased, although there were a few more shots I wanted to get tomorrow.” He took a step forward, putting her within arm’s reach again. “I’m not doing this to punish you. You were incredible today. But right now I need you to trust me. If you touch that pretty little cunt of yours tonight, don’t come in. You can take the day off with pay and return to your former position on Monday. No harm, no foul.”
With that he turned and walked in the direction of his office. No rebuttal permitted, no allowing her a response. Nothing. She slid to the floor, finally allowing the tears she’d held back to drip down her cheeks. With Chase gone, her emotions crashed down on her. Panic at the thought of Murphy or Chase finding her like that gripped her insides and pushed her to her feet. Home. She had to get there.
She was now certain she’d bitten off more than she expected and that any sane woman would leave and never return. By the same token she knew without a doubt she’d return in the morning.
Chapter Six
Chase stared at the images on his computer screen. He’d worked endlessly on these shots since he’d walked away from Eve. And walking away from her had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He’d seen the hurt in her eyes—the desperate need. The second he’d closed his office door he’d licked his finger clean. Not the smartest thing he’d ever done. Since then her taste and smell was all he’d thought of for the past nine hours.
He’d known going down this road would not be smart, and the minute he’d focused on her through his lens, the war was over. At least for him. There would be no more denial of what he wanted from Eve. The rock-hard erection in his pants proved that.
No, little Miss Eve would be his. Plain and simple. He’d offered her more than a fair share of outs, even though he’d known she wouldn’t take them. If he’d had a doubt of her intentions before, these pictures cleared up everything. Her words could lie, desire could tempt her where she didn’t really need to go, but the camera, it never lied.
There in the photos lay the perfect submissive. His submissive. Funny how life threw things at you when you least expected it. She’d
Chase kissed his way from the edge of her shoulder to the shell of her ear while he caressed the inside of her thigh with his free hand mere inches from where she desperately needed him to be. But it was the rock-hard ridge pushing into her hip that commanded her attention. He was as turned on as she.
“Don’t touch your pussy tonight,” he whispered, the sound an unmistakable command. “You started this and I plan to finish it.” Chase chose that moment to drag one finger through her slit. Eve cried out from the overload of sensation. Her knees buckled. Thanks to the strong grip he maintained on her arm, she stayed right where he wanted her.
“Please…” She couldn’t have held back the plea if she’d wanted to. She’d known Chase and Murphy would play her body like a finely tuned instrument, but she’d underestimated her own response. Now she needed an orgasm as much as her next breath, and he’d just denied her.
“I intend to give you everything you need and then some.” He removed his finger and released her arm, and Eve barely caught herself from falling. “But not tonight.”
Eve had no idea what to do with that. The ache bordered on painful, and he’d just ordered her no satisfaction. Was he fucking crazy? As quickly as a flash fire in a pan of grease on the stove, her aching desire turned to anger.
“You’re being such an asshole. Is it really all that much to ask for some relief? Fuck, Chase. Have some pity.”
The smug smile that crossed his face fanned the flames. She suddenly wanted to knock that look from his face.
“Consider this a test. Or a last chance to say no if you need that. I could send the client the pictures we have already and I think he’d be pleased, although there were a few more shots I wanted to get tomorrow.” He took a step forward, putting her within arm’s reach again. “I’m not doing this to punish you. You were incredible today. But right now I need you to trust me. If you touch that pretty little cunt of yours tonight, don’t come in. You can take the day off with pay and return to your former position on Monday. No harm, no foul.”
With that he turned and walked in the direction of his office. No rebuttal permitted, no allowing her a response. Nothing. She slid to the floor, finally allowing the tears she’d held back to drip down her cheeks. With Chase gone, her emotions crashed down on her. Panic at the thought of Murphy or Chase finding her like that gripped her insides and pushed her to her feet. Home. She had to get there.
She was now certain she’d bitten off more than she expected and that any sane woman would leave and never return. By the same token she knew without a doubt she’d return in the morning.
Chapter Six
Chase stared at the images on his computer screen. He’d worked endlessly on these shots since he’d walked away from Eve. And walking away from her had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He’d seen the hurt in her eyes—the desperate need. The second he’d closed his office door he’d licked his finger clean. Not the smartest thing he’d ever done. Since then her taste and smell was all he’d thought of for the past nine hours.
He’d known going down this road would not be smart, and the minute he’d focused on her through his lens, the war was over. At least for him. There would be no more denial of what he wanted from Eve. The rock-hard erection in his pants proved that.
No, little Miss Eve would be his. Plain and simple. He’d offered her more than a fair share of outs, even though he’d known she wouldn’t take them. If he’d had a doubt of her intentions before, these pictures cleared up everything. Her words could lie, desire could tempt her where she didn’t really need to go, but the camera, it never lied.
There in the photos lay the perfect submissive. His submissive. Funny how life threw things at you when you least expected it. She’d
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