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second and then a third finger inside her, wiggling them until she squirmed into his hand in reaction.
"Your hand would probably cramp," she muttered. She was enjoying it in spite of herself, in spite of her mental discomfort, and half hoped he'd keep going. It was starting to feel really interesting. She realized with a jolt that he couldcoax her into orgasm without much more trouble, when she'd been hiding under the blankets from him minutes before.
"You won't last long enough for that." Chase gave her a knowing look, and Rachel felt her cheeks burn with renewed embarrassment. "Want to come again?"
She must've taken too long to answer him while she thought it over, making him think she needed to be convinced, because he lowered his head to her breast and sucked hard at her nipple while his fingers continued to play her sex. It felt too good. Rachel dropped her head back and let her legs fall open all the way. "Yes."
"That's the right answer," he said, letting her nipple slide out of his mouth. "I like making my pretty naked captive come."
Making her come again was something he could do all too easily, she realized. He'd seduced her from hiding under the covers to lying naked and splayed open for him while he played her body like a master. And he'd done it so quickly, arousing her all over again so completely. That unnerved her, but it felt too good to want to stop.
You deserve this, just this once
, she told herself, pushing aside the fear that said she was losing control and losing herself to the fantasy.
"Ask me to make you come, Rachel."
She drew in a shuddering breath. "Make me come, Chase. Please."
Six
Chase felt his blood rush from the picture she made. Rachel with her hair sleep-tousled, her nipples swollen from his attention, her sex soft and wet and giving as he worked her with his hand. This aroused, sensual woman was such a contrast to the controlled, cool image she presented to the world.
She was still clinging to a vestige of self-control as anxiously as she'd clung to the blankets, but he was going to rip it away from her and send her skidding into erotic abandon. He wouldn't stop until he'd erased every vestige of the anxiety that had sent her burrowing under the blankets with pleasure. She wasn't hiding just from him, she was hiding from herself, from who she was and what she wanted. While she belonged to him, he wasn't going to allow that.
"Touch your breasts, Rachel."
"What?" She blinked at him, as if unsure she'd heard him right.
"Put your hands on your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers. Show me how sexy your pretty tits are,how hot it makes you when they're stimulated." He pressed lightly against her clit as he continued to pump her with his fingers.
She put her hands to her breasts, her movements hesitant. Her fingertips brushed over her nipples, and she gave him an uncertain look.
"Yes. Just like that." He leaned forward and nipped at the curve of one breast. "Do you masturbate, Rachel?"
"Well . . . you know. I have a vibrator." She cupped her hands over her breasts and looked down, her hair falling forward.
"Are you more comfortable with your body when you're alone? Do you touch yourself when you get yourself off, or do you just let the vibrator touch you?"
"Um. Pretty much, well, it's not like I spend a lot of time practicing my technique." She shot him a disgruntled look, and Chase grinned back, pleased to have gotten a rise out of her.
"Practice now. I'm ordering you to. You're my captive, you have no choice. Play with your pretty breasts, Rachel. Feel how soft they are, how smooth, how hard your little nipples are."
Chase felt her inner muscles grip his invading fingers, felt her lubrication increasing, and knew that whatever mental barrier she'd run into, physically she was having no problems.
It had been a mistake to let her wake up alone. She had no experience with playing these kinds of games, and her own lack of inhibitions had surprised
"Your hand would probably cramp," she muttered. She was enjoying it in spite of herself, in spite of her mental discomfort, and half hoped he'd keep going. It was starting to feel really interesting. She realized with a jolt that he couldcoax her into orgasm without much more trouble, when she'd been hiding under the blankets from him minutes before.
"You won't last long enough for that." Chase gave her a knowing look, and Rachel felt her cheeks burn with renewed embarrassment. "Want to come again?"
She must've taken too long to answer him while she thought it over, making him think she needed to be convinced, because he lowered his head to her breast and sucked hard at her nipple while his fingers continued to play her sex. It felt too good. Rachel dropped her head back and let her legs fall open all the way. "Yes."
"That's the right answer," he said, letting her nipple slide out of his mouth. "I like making my pretty naked captive come."
Making her come again was something he could do all too easily, she realized. He'd seduced her from hiding under the covers to lying naked and splayed open for him while he played her body like a master. And he'd done it so quickly, arousing her all over again so completely. That unnerved her, but it felt too good to want to stop.
You deserve this, just this once
, she told herself, pushing aside the fear that said she was losing control and losing herself to the fantasy.
"Ask me to make you come, Rachel."
She drew in a shuddering breath. "Make me come, Chase. Please."
Six
Chase felt his blood rush from the picture she made. Rachel with her hair sleep-tousled, her nipples swollen from his attention, her sex soft and wet and giving as he worked her with his hand. This aroused, sensual woman was such a contrast to the controlled, cool image she presented to the world.
She was still clinging to a vestige of self-control as anxiously as she'd clung to the blankets, but he was going to rip it away from her and send her skidding into erotic abandon. He wouldn't stop until he'd erased every vestige of the anxiety that had sent her burrowing under the blankets with pleasure. She wasn't hiding just from him, she was hiding from herself, from who she was and what she wanted. While she belonged to him, he wasn't going to allow that.
"Touch your breasts, Rachel."
"What?" She blinked at him, as if unsure she'd heard him right.
"Put your hands on your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers. Show me how sexy your pretty tits are,how hot it makes you when they're stimulated." He pressed lightly against her clit as he continued to pump her with his fingers.
She put her hands to her breasts, her movements hesitant. Her fingertips brushed over her nipples, and she gave him an uncertain look.
"Yes. Just like that." He leaned forward and nipped at the curve of one breast. "Do you masturbate, Rachel?"
"Well . . . you know. I have a vibrator." She cupped her hands over her breasts and looked down, her hair falling forward.
"Are you more comfortable with your body when you're alone? Do you touch yourself when you get yourself off, or do you just let the vibrator touch you?"
"Um. Pretty much, well, it's not like I spend a lot of time practicing my technique." She shot him a disgruntled look, and Chase grinned back, pleased to have gotten a rise out of her.
"Practice now. I'm ordering you to. You're my captive, you have no choice. Play with your pretty breasts, Rachel. Feel how soft they are, how smooth, how hard your little nipples are."
Chase felt her inner muscles grip his invading fingers, felt her lubrication increasing, and knew that whatever mental barrier she'd run into, physically she was having no problems.
It had been a mistake to let her wake up alone. She had no experience with playing these kinds of games, and her own lack of inhibitions had surprised
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