Page 19 of Playing with Forever
He flipped me onto the bed, making my head spin for a second as I gained my equilibrium then took in my surroundings. There was other sex furniture in the room, and even a cozy looking love seat with a blanket draped over the back cushions. A rack of paddles and crops and floggers hung on the wall, along with a large wardrobe with double doors, which I assumed held more toys.
I watched as he took off his t-shirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair, leaving him just in his jeans. My greedy gaze took in all his elaborate tattoos, the width of his shoulders, and those muscled abs I wanted to lick with my tongue.
Instead of crawling over to him and doing just that, I slid my hands over the leather of the bed—it was butter soft and very comfortable. “Is this the part where I beg for mercy?” I grinned at him.
“Oh, you’ll be begging all right.” Chase’s voice was socasual, his confidence so completely assured, that I couldn’t stop the rush of moisture that flooded my pussy.
Then, his expression grew serious. “As we continue with these lessons, I want you to do me one favor.”
I tipped my head and gave him a sassy look. “Depends on the favor.”
“Don’t stop being a brat unless you really, actually, want to submit.” His gaze held mine. “I want to earn your submission.”
I searched his gorgeous face and realized he was completely sincere in his request, which I found fascinating. The idea of a man,this manin particular, feeling as though he needed to earn my acquiescence was humbling, and exhilarating. He didn’t want me to make things easy on him, and that was something I could do.
“Okay,” I said with a nod as I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. “In that case—”
I jumped up to sprint out of the room again, but this time Chase was ready, reacting with quick reflexes that shocked me. He managed to grab my hair, not by the ends but his hand gripping the strands close to my scalp, making me yelp in surprise. He used that leverage to drag me back down onto the bed in a display of strength and agility that had me gasping.
“Now, I definitely like a little predator play,” he said, smirking down at me and holding me in place with that hand still in my hair. “But that’s not what I have in mind for you today. I want to introduce you to a few more of my toys and see how you do.”
“What makes you think I want to do whatever you have in mind?” I shot back.
This all felt so delightfully…not normal, exactly, butcomfortable.I didn’t have to worry that I was being a bad sub or not giving him what he wanted, because I was doing what I always did when I was with Chase. I pressed his buttons. The only difference now was that he was allowing himself to react to my willful behavior. And Chase, to my shock, seemed absolutely delighted every single time I said or did something defiant.
He really likes that I’m a brat,I thought, startled.
It made me feel powerful, even though I was the submissive person here.
Finally, he released my hair, but his presence at the side of the bed gave me little room to bolt again. “Does this dress come off easily?”
I nodded, shocked at how quickly he helped me to sit up, then pulled the dress up and over my head in one smooth move.
He stared at me, at the seductive lingerie I wore, the heat in the eyes searing my skin. “Holy fuck,” Chase breathed out.
I flushed all over. I’d never had a man look at me like that—like he wanted to absolutely devour me.
“You’re such a goddamn tease beneath that sweet, demure dress,” Chase murmured. “I fucking love it.”
Confidence surged through me out of nowhere and I jutted my chin out. “What makes you think you get to do anything other than look?”
Chase growled and moved onto the bed, straddling my hips and pinning me down with his weight. I arched up, gasping and thrashing, trying to buck him off just for the sheer pleasure of testing his stamina. He grabbed my hands, but I was no match for his grip and strength. I couldn’t get away from him even if I really wanted to. I squirmed, helpless, and whimpered as this whole power dynamic made my pussy throb.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” Chase murmured huskily, his gaze on the way my breasts were half spilling out of my lacy bra as he gently pulled my wrists up. “I can’t wait to see you all trussed up on a proper St. Andrew’s Cross…but for now, I want to see how much pain—or pleasure, depending on how good or bad you are—those breasts and pretty pussy can take.”
My chest heaved in anticipation as he secured my wrists to each corner of the bedframe. The cuffs wrapped around my wrists almost like a soft grip themselves, keeping them firmly held in place. There was no way I could get out of them or even move my hands all that much.
Chase grinned down at me when he caught me testing the restraints, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.”
He moved off me, then the bed, walking down to where my feet were. He grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and I saw that the lower corners of the bed had cuffs as well, which he secured around my ankles. They were adjustable for height, and he tightened them a bit so my legs were spread without being stretched to the point of discomfort. I squirmed against the cuffs, testing them. They didn’t budge and there was no way out.
“Such pretty lingerie,” he murmured, trailing his hand along the inside of my thigh then teasing my pussy with a light stroke of his fingers over my panties. “I guess I’ll leave you in it, this time. Instead of ripping it off you. Of course if you don’t behave, I might change my mind. Now, why don’t we start with something basic.”
“Fat chance,” I muttered defiantly.
The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. “I’m tempted to blindfold you again. Gag you, even, so I don’t have to listen to your smart mouth. But I want you aware so you can use your safeword if you need it.”
“I’msoscared,” I said sarcastically.
