5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) Page 18

  She wasn't sure why she was so fascinated with this subject, but she felt comfortable now. Pulling her feet up under her on the coach, she smiled. "You seem so relaxed when you talk about this? When you first started doing all these things, weren't you nervous?"

  His response was delayed when Louise entered the room with a tray of snacks and a pitcher of sweet tea. "Thank you Louise," the woman truly was one of the few constants in his life, he thought to himself.

  "You're welcome, now if you young people don't need me, I think I'll retire for the night."

  Louise had definitely picked up the Southern drawl over her years here, and mixed with the Irish brogue, it was quiet charming to him. "I think we can manage Louise, enjoy your evening."

  "It was very nice to meet you," Jessie gave a smile.

  "Very nice to meet you, young lady," with a small wave of her hand, Louise left them to enjoy their night.

  "She really seems like a good woman," Jessie commented as they were left alone once again.

  "She is, Louise has been with me since I was a child, and kept me in line more than my own father at times." He chuckled. "But back to your other question, yes I was nervous in the beginning. I had no idea what I was doing, and at first I thought this was just a way to get women to do things I wanted."

  He saw her eyes widen at his comment and chuckled loudly. "Believe me I've discovered a wealth of information since those days. As a young man I just didn't know enough to consider how this could be more than just sex or bossing people around."

  She wanted to ask about his father, but was fascinated by the insight into the man sitting before her too. She reasoned that maybe taking his mind off the other might help him more. "So you don't boss people around anymore?" Raising an eyebrow she grinned.

  "Oh believe me I can be very bossy," he grinned, "but I channel it to help the submissive, instead of just being an overbearing bully. That's how I see some of these people entering the lifestyle today and honestly it just makes me angry. There's nothing worse to me than a man who enjoys demeaning women calling himself a dominant." It was another reason he considered stepping out of the public lifestyle. Too many posers these days.

  "I don't get it, isn't that the entire point of tying them up or bending them to your will?"

  "Not in my world now, when I choose a submissive, it's because I know I can offer her something in return for giving me her gift, and I'm not talking materialistically. Say for instance with you, if you were my submissive I would help you gain more confidence."

  She was that easy to read, she frowned at the thought. "Why do you think I lack confidence?"

  "It's in the way you look at your hands or feet during a conversation, and how you slouch your shoulders." He hoped he wasn't offending her, but she did ask. "You're a beautiful woman Jessie, when you walk into any room, you should know that and be proud of who you are."

  Being told she slouched didn't make her feel very good, but his compliment to her beauty was nice. "So I'm a sloucher?" Giving a little smirk, she wondered if he realized how rude it was to say that.

  Throwing his head back he laughed deeply. "No I said you slouched, but that doesn't make you a sloucher to me, it just means you need to gain a little more confidence in your appearance."

  "So you would teach me how to have more confidence. How would you do that?" She wasn't going to argue the fact. She knew she didn't feel good about herself.

  "I'd probably make you walk around naked in my dungeon downstairs every single time we met here until you realized how beautiful you are in my eyes." He gave a wink, wondering how she was going to deal with his comment.

  The thought of doing that made her heart fall into her stomach and she could only stare at him. To say the very least he was blunt. "You're joking right?" When she was finally able to find her voice, she had to know the truth.

  "No Jessie, I'm not joking at all. If a woman can prance around naked in front of her lover, then she should have no problem walking around confident when she's clothed."

  "What other things would you do, hypothetically speaking of course, if I were your submissive?" Did she really want to know the answer? Being naked all the time was already a deal breaker, wasn't it?

  "I'd really have to think about it Jessie, but I'd discover all your weaknesses and help you rise above them. To me that's what being a true dominant is really about."

  "So once you had accomplished everything you wanted with a submissive, then what, it's over?" She really didn't understand how any of this worked for him.

  "The submissive's in my past have been ones I've trained for others, so a permanent relationship has been out of the question." Again, he thought of having someone in his life on a long term basis. "But I'd like to think that none of us ever stop learning Jessie, so you never truly finish."

  "So it's not about the sex to you?" She found that a little difficult to believe, the man was obviously gorgeous, and he had to have needs.

  "It's not 'just' about the sex Jessie. Don't get me wrong, the sexual aspect of this is mind blowing. For the submissive it takes away all the worries about doing the wrong thing, which I personally believe inhibits women from enjoying sexuality to its greatest potential. And sure, I enjoy being in complete control of the situation. Knowing that I decide whether or not my submissive finds sexual gratification is a huge turn on for me."

  She was trying to digest all he was saying and honestly it wasn't as frightening to her as he explained it more. The thought of a male taking control in the bedroom wasn't a turn off at all. "But the whole pain aspect, I know you said it was something you worked up to, but what's the point?"

  "The pain isn't truly painful. I know that's a little hard to understand for someone who hasn't experienced it. Of course again that depends on the two people in the relationship."

  She really didn't have any idea what he was talking about, and she glanced at him questioningly. "Pain is not painful, that seems like a complete oxymoron?"

  Chuckling at her response, he tried to explain. "You could ask any dominant what his definition of a BDSM relationship means, and it would probably be different in some way. There are those that just enjoy pain for pains sake. I just don't subscribe to that and like to deal more with the bondage and the relationship side of the equation, and focus on the pleasure aspects. Now I will say punishment does have its uses in this though, and I don't think that part of it is usually pleasurable."

  "I'm confused again sorry, so the punishment is actually painful? Why would you punish someone if you truly cared about them?" She leaned over and rested her elbows on her knees then rested her face in her palms.

  Sitting back more comfortably on the couch, he considered how to word this so she would understand his perspective. "People are usually motivated to do the right thing when there is a negative consequence hanging in the balance. For example most people finish their work on time, because knowing if they don't it could result in them being fired. With punishment and this type of lifestyle, say I wanted you to learn a certain type of behavior because I knew it would help you in life and you were having trouble remembering what I was asking you to do, punishment could be a quick reminder."

  "I can understand completing a task on time and being reprimanded, but being scolded by your lover? That sounds a little like a parental relationship."

  He laughed out loud at her description. "Trust me Jessie, if I had you draped over my knee the last thing you'd be thinking about was me in a father capacity." He could actually imagine having her that way and fought to keep that image closed off.

  Thinking about it, she couldn't really picture herself seeing him in that capacity either. "So you punish your lover. Don't you worry that she'll just get mad and make you sleep on the couch?" Imagining him spanking her wasn't really as frightening as it should be. In fact it gave her heart a little flutter.

  He was glad she was discussing this. He noticed how calm she was, that was more than pleasing. "That's the real difference between this
and say a normal relationship Jessie, at least in my world. Where a couple in a vanilla relationship would probably go to bed angry with each other after screaming out all their frustrations or refusing to discuss them at all, with this that's just not an option."

  "Being open and honest from the beginning, teaches both parties how to communicate with each other. With some of the toys or other implements we use, being anything less than completely honest can not only be painful, but also dangerous. The point is everything is done for pleasure, but while discovering what truly pleasures a submissive you are learning also about their limits."

  She still wasn't sure she completely understood his reasoning, even if some of it made sense. "So what do you really get out of this Chase?" It was well and good to discuss what he liked to think he could offer a submissive, but there had to be something he took away as well.

  "Outside of making sure that I help my submissive find pleasure, I teach her ways to please me. I know that may sound strange Jessie, but imagine having every need you had fulfilled, how do you think you'd respond to the man responsible for opening your eyes to that?"

  She stopped to consider what he was saying. "I guess knowing how hard he worked to please me, I'd probably want to give back in the same way." It did make sense in some strange way she'd never thought to consider before.

  "Exactly, that's what makes this type of relationship truly work. Yes, the submissive gives the gift of submission to the dominant, but in return she discovers passion in herself that she may have never discovered without his guidance. So being an egotistical alpha male really doesn't fit the definition of a true dominant. The dominant does control the situation, but if he's not pleasing his submissive, he won't have one for long to dominate."

  It seemed so much simpler than she'd originally thought when reading this in her romance novels. Everything she had read about showed these men with troubled pasts and their need to be in control of everything to make their lives more meaningful. With Chase it just seemed like he wanted a partnership that was based on two people giving each other different gifts and complimenting each other's lives.

  "Would you like to take a tour of my personal dungeon?" All this talk about his lifestyle had him thinking about sharing it with her. The blunt question was as much of shock to him as he was sure it was to her.

  She was admittedly curious about his dungeon, and nodded. "As long as you promise to let me leave once you have me all alone down there. I would love to see it." Grinning at her own joke, she stood up ready for the tour.

  "I don't know Jessie, locking you in my dungeon is more than a little tempting we'll have to see." Taking her hand in his, he walked her out of the living room to the basement door. "Are you sure you trust me to let you leave later?" He couldn't help joking around with her since she made the comment about being locked up first.

  Smiling at him, she nodded. Oddly enough she wasn't nervous as they made their way down the long flight of stairs. It definitely wasn't the dark gloomy space she'd expected, and while some of the furniture was a little strange to her, lit with soft lights it appeared warmer, and more inviting than the room at the club.

  "Most of these things you saw at Sensation's. I do like to think that my equipment here is a little less basic." He'd decorated the dungeon with the things he enjoyed playing with and left out some of the things that didn't appeal. It had a cross, spanking beach, and exam table, and then of course the suspension bars. He actually preferred the softer wool-lined cuffs if he was playing personally, but those didn't work well in the dungeon at Sensation's.

  "I do believe a little payback is in order for letting you shackle me to the cross." He gave a playful smirk, and motioned to the cross. "Don't worry. I'll let you leave your clothes on, this time." Laughing at her shocked expression, he shook his head. "Nothing will happen here that you don't want Jessie."

  Her heart rate increased as she walked over to the cross, but in excitement not fear. The truth was she knew he wouldn't hurt her. She was curious to know what it felt like to be as helpless as he had been the other night. Standing awkwardly on the platform of the cross she held her arms up. "Like this?"

  Smiling patiently, he took one of her wrists and secured it in the fur-lined cuff, then entrapped the other. "Just like that," he spoke soothingly. Kneeling down he lifted her leg to position her ankle at the right spot and secured it, then tapped her other leg until she opened her stance wide enough so he could secure the other. Standing up, he glanced over her and smiled broadly. "The only thing that could make you more beautiful right now, would be if you wearing nothing at all."

  She flushed and lowered her eyes, embarrassed, but pleased somewhat by the compliment. Holding her breath, she allowed the sensation of being completely helpless to wash over her. She wasn't afraid at all. Excited yes, but definitely not afraid.

  Placing his hand under her chin, he lifted it. "Don't look down Jessie. I want to see those mesmerizing eyes." Keeping his hand under her chin, their gazes met and he was floored by the response of his body. Almost instantaneously, he was aroused, something he hadn't felt so quickly since he was much younger. "What you make me feel Jessie." Chase smiled ruefully and lowered his lips to hers tenderly.

  The touch of his warm lips against hers made her sigh. The feel of his tongue sliding into her mouth and touching hers was enough to make her body ache for more. It had been so long since anyone had kissed her. She leaned into him, as much as she could with the restrains, demanding more.

  Moving his large hands to each side of her face, he held it as he deepened the kiss. The taste of her was exquisite, and he couldn't get enough. After several long minutes of enjoying her, he pulled back. "Tell me to stop Jessie. If you don't I'm going to want so much more from you than a simple kiss." He kept his hands on her face staring deeply into her eyes.

  "I don't want you to stop," she whispered softly, unable to look away even if she wanted to.

  That was all the response he needed, and he kissed her again. His hands moved from her face to trace up her arms until their hands were entwined. Pressing his body against hers, he wanted her to know how aroused he was by their simple act, so she would understand just how much he craved her.

  The feel of his hard body against hers was incredible and she whimpered at the sensations moving through her body at the contact. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel his hands on her. Biting gently down on his lips, she showed him without words just how much she wanted him.

  The small action moved straight to his groin, and he knew he had to get her off this cross. With skillful precision, he lowered to her ankles, releasing them, and moved to her wrists to undo the buckles as well. "The cross just won't work for how I want to touch you right now honey." Smiling, he lifted her over his shoulder, and carried her to the exam table.

  Chuckling at his cave man act, the laughter stopped when he careful placed her on the table sitting up. She could see by the intensity of his eyes that he planned on taking this as far as she would allow. Without thinking, for perhaps the first time in her life, she lifted her t-shirt over her head. Without words, she was giving him her consent. Jessie tossed the shirt carelessly aside, nibbling her lower lip, but refusing to break eye contact.

  There was nothing sexier in this world, he thought of her reaction. Chase allowed his eyes to drink in the perfection of her skin for a moment. The tiny lacy bra she wore didn't hide much, but even that was more than he was willing to allow. Lowering his lips, he captured her mouth again. His fingers quickly moved to the small clasp of the flimsy garment, undoing it before pulling the straps off her shoulders and standing back to cast it away.

  Her hands automatically shielded her body from his eyes. The shake of his head made her rethink the action, and she nervously lowered her hands to clench the leather table.

  "More beautiful than words." Her handful sized mounds were just perfect in his mind and fit perfectly with the petite beauty she was. He reached over to lift the light weight of her breasts, and then
rubbed his thumbs over the coral-colored peaks. Pinching the hardened pebbles, her soft moan of pleasure echoed in his mind, fuelling him on. Lowering his mouth, he suckled deeply, then allowed his teeth to graze over her nipple, enjoying her response. He loved how she arched into his touch.

  Tossing back her long black hair, she closed her eyes at the sensation of his teeth scraping over her enflamed flesh. It sent a spark of pleasure straight from her breast down to her core. It was unlike any other feeling she'd felt before. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers tugged lightly on her other nipple, and she cried out, overwhelmed at the intensity.

  His mouth trailed down to her quivering abdomen, and he knew that the jeans had to go. Raising his head, he spoke with gravel to his voice that wasn't there before. "Lay back honey," it was a soft demand and he was pleased that she responded so quickly.

  Chase unsnapped her jeans, and lowered the zipper. She swore the sound of her pounding heart echoed in the room. When he tugged down, she raised her hips instinctively allowing him easier accesses. The material rested at her knees. She felt him pulling off her tennis shoes and socks, before removing the thick fabric of her jeans. He tossed them away.

  Leaving her in just the small scrap of fabric that covered her sex, his mouth lowered down to her abdomen again. His tongue traced an outline around her navel before delving in. The way she tensed was precious, he thought. She had no idea the things he would do to her body before this night ended. For now, he needed to please more than he wanted to tease. His tongue moved to trace a line right above the band of her bikini briefs.

  What was he doing to her, she thought at the feel of his tongue? His hands were pushing under her hips, lifting them. She cried out loudly as he spread her legs wide. Chase placed them over his shoulders, and his mouth found her core. Only the thin fabric of her underwear was between them and she tensed in both pleasure and a small fission of fear knowing where this was headed. No one had ever kissed her this way, and it was overwhelming at how quickly her body responded.