Electric! (12 page)

Cassidy squirmed on the bed. Sure, there was a particular
unease that came with the sexual play she and Chase engaged in. She was tied
up, after all. But he was right. They were operating on a light level here,
since neither of them knew the true BDSM lifestyle. Nor did she plan to travel
that
road. She doubted Chase did either, or he would have studied up more.

What interested him—and admittedly
her
—was the
eroticism of the sensual foreplay. The teasing and titillating that would lead
to some seriously hot sex. Not torture, pain or anything else an uneducated
person on this topic would assume, without learning more.

Chase was certainly an alpha, but not such a dominating
force that he’d want control over her. Hell, all she had to do was pull one end
of the bow around her wrists and the sash would unravel. She could free herself
at anytime. They both knew it. And maybe that was what made their little
forbidden fantasy sizzle—Cassidy didn’t think twice about unraveling the binds.

In fact, despite feeling a bit of relief from the removal of
the nipple clamps, she wouldn’t have minded keeping them on a while longer. But
Chase had a valid point that he and Cassidy really were just dabblers and
didn’t know critical things like how long to leave the clamps on, how long to
keep her tied up. Or how hard he should hit her with the whip. He’d been tender
about it, and that had excited her. The ends of the leather strips had snapped
just enough against her skin to arouse her.

But when she’d gotten used to the light nip, she’d been
primed and ready for a bit more. Nothing sharp and biting. Just enough of a
sting to make her skin tingle.

What had worked the most for Cassidy was that they’d
communicated from the time she’d unpacked the goodies. Chase had explained his
reasoning for the purchases and then they’d talked through using the items.

He’d been right again. He really did know her. He knew
exactly what she needed. A nudge, sure. But also a two-way discourse that left
her enlightened and empowered. Able to make intelligent decisions.

All of this confirmed that he respected her, and that put
Cassidy even more at ease.

She said, “I’m still flying pretty high from that awesome
orgasm. How about a repeat performance?”

He grinned. “So naughty.” His lips tangled with hers. “I
like it. A lot.” He slipped away just long enough to gather up a drawstring
bag. He opened it and let the black satin blindfold dangle from his finger.

Cassidy shored her defenses. She’d enjoyed everything he’d
done to her so far. He’d more than proved he was all about her pleasure this
evening. He wasn’t going to do anything against her will.

So why’d a shudder of apprehension move through her?

Because you’re the one tied up.

True.

But she wasn’t ready to step out of her role. So she bit the
bullet.

“Go ahead.”

Chase placed the blindfold over her eyes and secured the
elastic band behind her head.

She knew this was going to be a whole new experience. She
couldn’t even anticipate Chase’s next moves—she didn’t know them. Couldn’t see
them.

And didn’t that just send the biggest wave of exhilaration
through her? Just as he’d explained last night when she’d asked him why he
wanted bondage.

She heard a rustling noise and guessed he was removing his
shirt. Then she felt the heat of his skin close to hers. Inhaled his musky
scent. Heard his quick breathing.

Every sense was heightened now that she couldn’t see.

His warm lips glided down her neck, over her collarbone and
then back to the dip at the base of her throat. Sweeping lower, he left
feathery kisses over her chest, the tops of her breasts. He bit softly at her
inner swells, sending electric jolts to the heart of her, creating a zinging
sensation in her pussy and along her clit.

Then he tongued her nipple, hardening it again, soothing the
tingle from the clamps. He tended to the other one and Cassidy sighed
blissfully.

He palmed her breasts and squeezed as he continued to lick
and suck her nipples, catapulting her right back into that intense state of
arousal that left her writhing and panting.

“Chase.” Her fingers burned to thread through his hair, but
she found that being bound and blindfolded added stimulation she’d not
expected.

He shifted on the mattress, then seconds later, she felt the
light ripple of the thin leather strips against her skin.

She let out a throaty moan. The ends of the whip brushed
ever-so-subtly over her stomach and up to her breasts, the tips swirling around
her nipples, driving her crazy. Her thighs pressed together as a sharp stab of
desire pulsated in her pussy.

Then the whip tapped against her breasts. Excitement raged
through her. Tension gripped her insides. Her breathing quickened. Chase worked
the whip down her torso, flicking at her ribs and her quivering stomach.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded in a rough voice.

She instantly did his bidding.

The leather only lightly grazed her skin, teasing her rather
than biting into the sensitive flesh. Chase stuck with more of a skimming
sensation than a tapping one, and it was pleasurable, not painful.

Her hips lifted off the mattress, regardless. Not seeking a
harsher drumming against her pussy, but involuntarily responding to the
titillation created by the wispy ends.

A guttural groan fell from Chase’s lips. “You have no idea
how arousing this is.”

“I do,” she said. “I’m close again. God, Chase. I am
so
turned-on.”

His hard breathing echoed in her ears.

He shifted once more, leaving her for a few seconds. Then
she felt the bed dip and his fingers brush slowly along her inner thigh,
tickling the highly responsive erogenous zone.

She gasped.

“Just relax for a second. Trust me.”

Her lips pressed together. She nodded.

Something cool and unyielding slipped along her vulva and
then nudged her opening. Cassidy’s brow furrowed. She couldn’t make out the
shape or the length or…

Oh!

An oval-type toy slid inside her. A heartbeat later, she
heard a click and the toy started to vibrate.

“Holy shit. Chase!” Moments later, she felt the tapping of
the leather strips on her clit and labia again. The delicate vibrations within
her were magnified by her arousal over the light flogging. Another click and
the toy kicked up a degree of intensity.

Cassidy thrashed on the bed, her head rolling from side to
side, her skin igniting, her hips lifting, her thighs spread wide.

“Chase. Oh God.” She panted and moaned. Suddenly, she felt
his talented tongue on her nipple, swirling around it, flicking over it. He
kept up the gentle ministrations with the whip but jacked the vibrator to a
higher speed.

Every mounting sensation within her collided and erupted and
she screamed as she came.

A hard, powerful orgasm that shook her from head to toe,
searing every inch of her.

Another long, throaty moan tore from her lips. Her body
bowed off the bed. She tugged against her restraints…and found it even more
exciting that she couldn’t free herself.

She cried out, still trembling from the heat flooding her
veins and the intense throbbing deep inside her.

Chase just kept taking her to all-new heights…

Chase let her ride out her climax before removing the
vibrator. While she was still quivering and panting, he hooked his forearms
under the backs of her knees and hauled her to the edge of the mattress. He’d
discarded his clothes and had sheathed himself earlier when he’d gone for the
egg-shaped vibrator. Now he spread Cassidy wide and rammed her with his thick,
throbbing cock, pushing the air out of her.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me.” Her hands pressed together
at her stomach, her fingers twining so tight her knuckles turned white. Her
head was back and her spine arched, thrusting her breasts upward.

He gripped her narrow waist while his forearms remained
linked behind her legs, keeping her spread wide.

“Fuck me hard,” she demanded. “Please, Chase. God!”

Chase knew, in that instant, he’d do anything she asked of
him. Anything at all, be it sexual or not. He wanted her, needed her, craved
her. And he realized that whatever BDSM meant to anyone else, to him it meant
the ultimate surrender. Not just on her part, but on his as well.

She might be the one in binds, but he was equally tied—to
her.

“Cass,” he ground out.

His desire for her was edged with emotion. Yes, he was
fucking her. But more than his cock was involved in the act. All of his
feelings were twisted around this woman and the way he pushed her to the edge.
So quickly. So vehemently.

“I’m going to come,” he told her on a sharp breath.

“Inside me. Yes, please. Chase, now. Now, now,
now
!”

He lost every ounce of restraint and surged inside her,
thrusting deep, pounding hard. Coming with such force he couldn’t see straight.
She absorbed the blows with raised, gyrating hips and the clenching of her
pussy.

She damn near sucked the life right out of him.

“Holy shit,” he hissed. And thrust again.

Cassidy cried out and her body tensed, then spasmed as she
came right on the heels of his body-racking orgasm.

“Chase,” she cried. “Oh God. Oh. My. God!”

Her breath came in staccato beats.

It took him a while to get his own breathing to slow. He
remained hovering over her, heaving, pulsating.

Several minutes passed.

“Don’t move,” he finally said in a post-climax-roughened
voice.

Despite all of his senses taking leave and his muscles all
but liquefying, Chase withdrew from her, made his way into the bathroom, tossed
the condom, tidied up and cranked on the faucet in the clawfoot tub. He added
the scented bath gel and returned to the bedroom for the candles. He placed
them on the granite vanity, lit them and then made one more trip to the master
suite.

Once again, Cassidy hadn’t moved an inch.

He unraveled her from the sash and then scooped her up in
his arms. He carried her limp body into the bathroom and lowered himself onto
the lid of the toilet with her in his lap while the tub continued to fill.

He brushed damp strands of hair from her face. Kissed her
temple.

“Are you okay?”

She sighed. Dreamily, if he weren’t mistaken.

“Lord, Chase. That was so beyond anything I’ve ever
imagined.”

Her arms tightened around his neck. Her nose nuzzled below
his ear.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.”

“Cass—”

“You didn’t. I’m fine, I promise. Just really, really spent.
And relaxed. And…sated.” She laughed softly. “Seriously, I’ve never been so
drained and electrified at the same time. I just feel so tingly all over, but
also so limp. I don’t think I could stand on my own.”

“I’ll help you.”

He lifted her and then carefully set her on her feet beside
the tub. He shut off the faucets with one hand while the other kept his hold on
her. He helped her slip into the warm water, capped with bubbles, then eased in
behind her so she was between his legs.

“What do you want me to do about your hair?” he asked as he
gathered up the long mass of curls.

“Just lift it a bit higher, twist a couple of times and knot
it.”

He did as instructed, then gingerly massaged her shoulders
and arms. Her wrists.

She leaned back against him and sighed.

“I can’t believe you let me do all of this to you.”

A low moan escaped her lips. “Me, neither. Yet… I’d be so
disappointed with myself if I’d have balked. I mean, I’ll admit I was a bit
freaked at first. But then I realized you wouldn’t do anything to intentionally
hurt me. You were pushing my boundaries. You were trying to help me expand them
with a physical tactic that was tied to an emotional one.”

“Hmm, sometimes it’s a good thing you’re so deep in your
brain. You see my motives for what they are.”

“A little nudge here and there helps,” she told him, not
seeming to mind he’d done a bit more than nudge her this evening.

But he didn’t press his luck. Her body was languid against
his, and he let her kick back and enjoy the soothing bath.

Her breathing finally softened and, at one point, he
wondered if she’d drifted off. But then she stirred and said in a quiet voice,
“A little more wine would be nice.”

He climbed out of the tub, helped her out and pulled the
plug in the drain. They rinsed off in the shower and wrapped up in thick white
towels.

Chase said, “Pick your spot. I’ll get the bottle from the
fridge.”

She settled on the sofa in the living room, in front of the
larger fireplace. The moonlight illuminated the glistening snowflakes falling
outside the two-story windows. She’d turned on the CD player with a sexy jazz
selection.

Chase delivered her glass and snuggled close to her on the
couch, under the fur throw.

Her back pressed to his chest and her head rested on the
rolled arm of the sofa. He was propped against the pile of pillows in the
corner.

“So…what if I wanted to try other fantasies?” she mused.

He grinned, though she couldn’t see it. “Then we try other
fantasies.”

She was quiet a few moments, then asked, “But what if mine
aren’t imaginative? What if they’re not as hot as tonight’s?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Why do you worry so much
that you can’t measure up, Cass? I mean, think of the two years I’ve had a
hard-on for you that wouldn’t go away no matter what I did, and is now even…
Shit.
Harder.
”

She gave a half-snort. “You came up with something sexy,
Chase. What if my fantasy is a total snooze-fest?”

“Really?” he demanded. “’Cause I’m thinking you and me on a
Ferris wheel has more potential for hotness than most people would have on the
Scrambler.”

Shooting him a look over her shoulder, she asked, “Are you
saying that vanilla sex between the two of us would still sizzle?”

“Don’t you know it.”

She smiled. Though her amber eyes were a bit clouded. As if
she weren’t so sure…of herself.

Chase understood her sexuality was actually something new
and mysterious to her. Therefore, he comprehended the importance of his role in
letting her sample a variety of positions and fantasies and whatever else she
needed to spread her wings.

But what he also focused on was the fact that a woman like
Cassidy Reynolds required emotional engagement. Likely the reason she hadn’t
sparked with those two guys in college—or anyone else prior to Chase.

From the moment they’d met, they been tangled up in each
other, through work situations and social functions and general friendship
building. He’d staked his claim from the beginning and had cultivated the
relationship into something that continued to bloom.

Chase was a patient man when it came to Cassidy. Whatever it
took to help her believe in them as a couple, he was willing to do. Two years
had led up to a weekend that had demonstrated they were compatible in every
way—and even more entangled than he’d previously considered.

Cassidy had let him bind and blindfold her. She’d trusted
him explicitly and that meant the world to him. He wouldn’t betray that trust.
Ever. He knew that, coming from her, it was something special to have earned.

Besides, he was so damn crazy about her and the way she
freely gave herself to him this weekend that he knew it was imperative to
continue showing her that he might be a bad boy in the bedroom, but he was all
heart in this relationship.

* * * * *

Cassidy woke the next morning with yet more contradictory
sensations warring with one another. She and Chase had fallen asleep on the
sofa, her body tucked nice and tight against his and his arms around her. His
light snoring comforted her.

From head to toe, she hummed with a sexual energy she’d
never experienced before. But every inch of her felt varying degrees of
physical strain. She wanted desperately to wake Chase and ask him to make love
to her. Conversely, she was one seriously sore woman.

The thought brought a smile to her face. She didn’t mind
feeling as though she’d just competed in her first triathlon. Sure, her inner
thighs and lower stomach burned—but no more than when she had a great workout
with her trainer.

Yes, the soreness deep within her was a foreign sensation—it
wasn’t like that part of Cassidy’s body had ever received quite so much
attention. She wasn’t in pain, but surmised it’d be best to give herself a
little rest. In fact, she was certain the warm bubble bath last night and
Chase’s massage had alleviated a lot of the aches she otherwise would have
experienced.

Her smile widened. Chase really was a dream come true. For
all his wickedness, he was so…tender. Caring. Erotically
and
emotionally
stirring.

Although she’d had a few moments of reservation over the
weekend when it came to the sex they engaged in, something about Chase and the
way he approached their interludes made her want to power through her
conflicting feelings and inhibitions and just…let loose.

Christ, he’d even inspired her to talk dirty!

Cassidy Reynolds had used the “P” word when he’d gone down
on her.

She stifled a laugh. Chase roused behind her.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a sleepy tone that was damn
sexy.

She bit into her lower lip as the humming through her veins
turned into something more vibrant and thrilling.

To hell with being sore. She wanted him again.

“I was just thinking about how much I like you,” she said.

“And that made you almost laugh?”

“Nothing wrong with feeling lighthearted for once, right?”

He nibbled the side of her neck and whispered against her
skin, “You realize that everything about you turns me on, right? Even when
you’re being super-serious and a huge pain in the ass.”

“Huh. Should I be flattered or offended?”

He chuckled. “You know I’m crazy about you.”

“Prove it.” She wiggled in his embrace and shifted so she
faced him. “Make love to me again.”

He grinned. Kissed the tip of her nose. Then said, “Nope.”

Her gaze narrowed on him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Cassidy’s insides twisted. “Done with me so soon?” She
didn’t miss the bite in her tone.

Neither did he, apparently. Chase groaned. “No, damn it. And
you know it. But you’ve got to have some aches and pains this morning. Besides,
I don’t want you thinking all I’m interested in is sex. That all we’re doing is
fucking.”

He gave her a hard, unyielding look that backed up his
words. Plus, she’d felt his erection when he’d been curled around her, so she
didn’t get mired in her insecurity.

Chase added, “The truth is, I’ll never get enough of you,
Cass. But I bet your body could use a respite. For a few hours, anyway.” He
winked.

“I can’t really argue with that. And we need to get moving.
I have to be out of here by eleven and I want to do some cleaning up.” She’d
been informed a service would come in after she departed, but she wanted to
wash the bedding and make sure every single item that had come from Chase’s
goody bag ended up back in that bag. Not accidentally swept under the bed or
anything…

Christ, she’d totally die of embarrassment if the property
manager called to tell her they’d found her vibrator.

“How about I make breakfast?” Chase offered.

“That would easily make you my knight in shining armor.” She
kissed him. “I need food.”

“I’m not surprised.” He let out a sexy groan. “Goddamn, you
were amazing last night. And the night before. Seriously, Cass,” he said as he
stroked strands of hair that had worked loose of her knot during the night.
“You are unbelievable.”

Her heart wrenched. The corners of her mouth quivered.
And—oh God!—was that the sting of potential tears at the backs of her eyes?

She squeezed them shut. “Chase,” she murmured. He rattled
her cage with his sensitive side. Not that she didn’t love it. But… Well, love
wasn’t supposed to be a part of their equation. So she didn’t want to love that
he was so gentle and tender with her.

In that case, she reasoned, she shouldn’t love how
stimulating and thrilling he was either. How thoroughly he fucked her and left
her wanting more. So much more.

Ooh. Danger.

Big-time danger.

She unraveled herself from him and stood. The towel was
still wrapped around her. She pulled it even tighter.

“So, um, you make breakfast and I’ll tidy up and then we’ll
head back to Scottsdale.” She bustled about, racing off to the bedroom.

Two hours later, they were cruising south down 1-17, humming
along to classic rock tunes. Cassidy was infinitely grateful for the reprieve
from conversation. Just as she’d suspected, everything had shifted for her as
soon as they’d left Flagstaff. She was back to mentally obsessing over work and
all that she didn’t get done this weekend.

But her gaze continually slid to Chase, and she conversely
felt giddy over all that she
had
accomplished.