The Chase

“You’ve pretty much made all mine come true.”

Between her words and that shy peek from under her long lashes, Seth was aching to lay her out and get deep.

“Already?” he challenged. “You don’t have any stray desires or dirty, dark secrets you haven’t shared?”

“You two figure this stuff out way before I do. I don’t seem to have enough imagination when it comes to sex.”

She merely lacked the vocabulary and experience. They’d work on that, too.

“But I’m asking about your, um…dirty, dark secrets because you haven’t shared them. How can you possibly know if I’ll make you happy unless you tell me and we try them?”

She’d had zero problem satisfying him, but he couldn’t encourage her to communicate, then shut her down the first time she tried.

Unlike Beck, he didn’t have a particular style of play, choosing instead to morph into whatever his partner needed. Except…there was one kink he hadn’t exercised in forever—and the mere thought of sharing it with her jolted him with a wretched, forbidden thrill.

And—bonus—he could use it to help provide the guidance she craved.

He sent Heavenly a speculative stare. She blinked back at him, blue eyes so curious and innocent that he wanted to corrupt her all over again.

“How would you feel about playing a game?”

“What kind?”

She looked cautious; she was smart to be. But she’d uncorked his most twisted desire. It wasn’t going back in its bottle now.

“All you have to do is follow my lead. If you get overwhelmed or afraid, you use your safe word. What is it?”

“Freedom, Sir.”

“Very good. I’ll be right back.”

Seth couldn’t manage to leave the room without taking her face in his hands and plowing her pink mouth with a quick, forceful kiss.

She hit his tongue, and he damn near lost his will to play. It would be so much easier to just rip off their clothes and fuck her blind. But she had a valid concern, and he had a responsibility both to help assuage it and to give her what she craved. Besides, he hadn’t indulged this side of himself in years, and he wanted it so fucking bad he was shaking.

Before the kiss got out of hand, Seth pulled away and pointed to the ground. “Wait right here.”

She licked her lips, swallowed, and dropped to her knees, her eyes already dilating. “Yes, Sir.”

Fuck, she was perfect.

Seth left the room, taking the stairs two at a time to the drawers in Beck’s massive closet he now occupied. In the back, he found something he’d bought at the specialty fetish shop they’d visited before their trek to San Diego. Even as he’d forked over cash for it, he’d called himself twenty kinds of crazy. But his gut had told him to buy it anyway. Now he was damn glad he’d listened because the gossamer fabric between his fingers felt softer than silk. Heavenly would wear it perfectly.

The thought sent his heart rate skyrocketing.

On his way out of the master closet, he plucked up the pair of Louboutins Beck had bought for her in Vegas, then headed downstairs. Excitement shuddered through him until he reached Heavenly’s side again.

He forced himself to set the shoes on the coffee table with slow, precise movements, then turn back to her softly kneeling form with an impassive face. “Strip.”

She clambered to her feet and glanced at all the open windows.

“They can’t see you. I can. And you’re not wearing the uniform I want. I suggest you fix that quickly. You’ll find I can be terribly exacting and not at all patient.”

“O-okay.” She kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her shorts, staring at him like he was a puzzle.

He raised a disapproving brow. “Did you forget something? Okay what?”

“Okay, Sir. Sorry.”