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“Okay.” I liked that idea, and smiled at him. “I’m putting a lot of trust in you,” I teased.
“Trust me, I know.” Chase looked dead serious. “And I don’t take it lightly.”
With each of us done with our meals, I helped Chase clear the table. I rinsed the dishes while he put away the leftovers, my mind and body already feeling restless for whatever was to come. The unknown, I realized, was a huge turn on.
Chase informed me that dessert would be part of aftercare, and I pouted at him. “That’s so not fair.”
He smacked my ass and chuckled. “Careful with that attitude. You’re asking for a real spanking.”
I braced my hands on my hips and gave him a haughty look. “Isn’t that literally why I’m here?”
Chase reached out and took my chin in his fingers, tipping my head back so I had no choice but to look into his suddenly dark, intense eyes. “I always knew you’d be feisty,” he murmured.
He didn’t sound upset about it. The atmosphere in the room shifted, from casual and easy to hot and filled with sinful anticipation as everything transitioned into what felt like the start of a scene.
“What are you going to do about it?” I taunted, suddenly breathless.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he narrowed his gaze. “You know,” he said, his voice a deep rumble of sound. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming into my home and disrespecting me. Maybe Ishoulddo something about it. You definitely showed signs at the club of being a particular kind of submissive. The kind that pushes back against her Dom. Abrat.” He arched a brow as he stared down at me. “Would you like to see what I do to brats?”
His expression looked so fierce, so uncompromising, my stomach muscles clenched and I suddenly felt as though I couldn’t breathe. All those times I had begged Heath to be more dominant with me, totakeme, this is what I’d wanted. I started trembling as a thrilling, exhilarating fear took hold.
I also suddenly felt incredibly rebellious. I’d never given Chase what he wanted easily. I wasn’t going to give it to him now.
“Guess I’ll find out,” I said, and shoved away from him, breaking his hold on my chin. “If you can catch me.”
I bolted away and sprinted down the hall.
CHAPTER6
Andrea
Ihad to admit, there was a kind of childishness to my actions, like a toddler who made their parent catch them because they didn’t want to take a bath. But there was a hot thrill in the pit of my stomach, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face as I heard Chase running after me. I knew he would catch me. That was never a question. But I wanted him to work for it.
I had no idea what the layout of this condo was. I turned a corner and was faced with multiple doors. I passed a slightly open one that seemed to lead into a bathroom, then entered the second one and rushed inside, closing the door as quietly as I could after me, realizing this must be some kind of guest room.
I laid down on the floor on the side of the bed away from the door and tried hard to keep my breathing quiet. I definitely didn’t want my panting and gasping to give me away like in all those horror films.
Footsteps passed by the door, and I bit my lip to smother a grin, allowing myself to relax as everything went silent.
Less than a minute later, hands grabbed my ankles, pulling me away from the bed. I shrieked in surprise, somehow managing to dislodge his hold and jump to my feet, only for Chase to grab me from behind, his strong arms banding around my waist. I automatically struggled and tried kicking at him. The low, dark chuckle in my ear made me shiver as he held me effortlessly against his hard body.
I could feel the thick shape of his aroused cock against my ass and I tried not to arch against that tempting heat. I was supposed to make him work for it, dammit!
“The bathroom connects to this room and the hallway,” Chase breathed in my ear. “But nice try. You thought you were clever.”
“Smug asshole,” I muttered.
“Yeah, sometimes,” he replied, well, smugly.
I kept squirming, but I liked that I couldn’t get away. His grip was like iron until he released me to turn me around, then hauled me up over his shoulder before I realized his intent. Without any effort at all, he carried me out the door as I continued to fight him, pummeling his backside with my fists and trying to kick my feet.
“Settle down,” he said in a growly voice, then smacked my ass with the flat of his hand.
I sucked in a breath, even as I relished the slow burn spreading across my skin. “Make me.”
“Oh, I intend to,” he said as he carried me down the hall to another room.
I lifted my head to look around as we entered. This one was done up in black and chrome like the rest of the house, but I instantly noticed the bed—the equivalent of a double sized mattress—had large black leather cuffs hanging from the posts. It didn’t have the usual pillows and sheets, either, but was a thick leather pad—which I assumed made it easier to clean.
