Blurred Lines 1: CHASE
Chapter 89

Sofia

Chase herded me back to our bedroom, our steps were hushed, but I swear the neighbors could hear the pounding in my chest. My anticipation and excitement escalated with every step.

He slowly undressed me once we were inside, ordering me to lie face down on the bed. A moan instantly tumbled out of my lips at the first drop of oil on my back, the relaxing chamomile scent calming my senses. The bed dipped as Chase got to work, loosening my tensed muscles, starting with my shoulders. "You like that?" He wanted to know.

"Hm, you know I do," I moaned. "You're so good with your hands."

Chase chuckled, sliding his hands down the outside of my ribcage, my pulse gaining speed. He went lower, caressing the swell of my breast. I breathed a frustrated groan when he retracted his hand before he could graze my nipples. My pebbled bud plowed against the bedsheets, rubbing each time I squirmed.Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. Picking up on the growing need, Chase did this a few times, rumbling a delighted chuckle every time I whimpered in protest.

"I hate you right now," I said, rubbing my legs together to ease the growing tension between my thighs. "We both know you don't," he chuckled darkly, landing a smack on my b**t cheek.

I hissed, the pain and pleasure from his slap going straight into my swollen p***y.

Over the years, Chase gently pushed my boundaries inside the bedroom. He was a patient lover, caring and gentle, but he also knew when to be rough and to dominate me.

He kept teasing me, loosening my tight muscles without touching my sensitive spots. His hand would caress my breast but never my nipples. He'd massage my legs and as, but never brush the apex of my thigh. The anticipation made me hot, aching inside, a writhing mess underneath him. He pinned me down with his legs on either side of my torso. There was nothing I could do but beg him to stop teasing me.

"Please, Chase..." I pleaded. His hands crept once more under my breast, his fingers circling my nipples. I was powerless underneath him.

"Hm, you want something, baby?" Chase's deep tenor was my only indication that he desperately needed release as much as I do.

"Touch me," I whined when he returned his hands to my shoulder.

"I'm touching you." The batard laughed. "Aren't I?"

He wanted to get my mind off my worries, and it was working. He always knew what I needed.

"Make me come, Chase... please."

"You sure?" he moved his hands down my torso, massaging my buttocks in a rotating motion. I gasped when he pushed my cheeks apart, exposing my swollen psy for his viewing. "You've made a mess, Sofia. Want me to clean it up?" "Yes, please."

"Alright, on one condition. Submit to me tonight."

My shoulder stiffened, hesitation pulsed in my head. The last time he asked me to submit to him, I couldn't sit properly for three days.

"I guess that's a no," Chase sighed, withdrawing his weight from pinning me down.

"Yes! Yes," I scrambled to lie on my back. Chase was grinning down at me triumphantly. I bite my lip, lying helplessly under his heated gaze. Dark promise swirled in those blue irises. I swallowed hard, preparing myself for a sleepless night.

"I love you, Sofia." He hovered above me, dipping down to claim my lips for a searing kiss. I shoved my fingers through his hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible. We've fallen into a flurry of nipping and biting, teeth clashing, and tongue dueling for dominance. I was too focused on reciprocating his kiss, too late to realize what he had planned for me.

He gripped my wrist, cuffing them over my head with one hand. I grunted disapprovingly against his mouth, eyes fluttering open at the soft touch of the silk scarf around my wrist. I fidgeted beneath Chase, pulling away from his assault but to no avail. "Shh," Chase cooed. "Trust me, baby."

I tugged against the restraints, the headboard protesting above my head. I swallowed hard, calming my nerves, soaking at the wicked promise in Chase's dilated eyes.

"Okay," I breathe. "I'm okay," I said, mostly convincing myself more than him.

Chase produced another scarf from his sweatpants pocket. "It seems I have to remind you again that I'm fcking crazy about you, yeah?" I opened my mouth to argue, but he shook his head. "Don't. 'I know you.'"

That shut me up. My mouth goes dry, a golf ball size lump wedging in my throat, watching Chase secure the second scarf around my head, taking away my ability to see.

Chase slid out of bed, the mattress breathing underneath me. His footsteps were light, disappearing to the walk-in closet. I licked my quickly drying lips. That's where he kept the growing pile of toys he bought for me.

"Ready for your surprise, baby?" Chase sang. The excitement in his tone was palpable.

"A toy?" my breath hitched. "You bought me another one?"

"Of course," he said as a matter of fact. I jumped from the bed, my head whipping in the direction of his voice. His mouth hovered over my ears. "Are you excited to know what it is?"

I couldn't answer. Curiosity and fear playing tug of war in my head. The last toy he bought for me was a b**t plug. Not just any plug. It vibrated, had ten settings, and was controlled remotely.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," he whispered, slightly readjusting himself above me. Desire and need rolled all over my body. Chase got to work, kissing me insistently, his rough hands exploring my body. My back arched from the bed when he wrapped his lips around my nipples. I reckoned he had already undressed. His dik was pressing like a perched pole against my thigh.

"Oh, Chase," I whimpered, pushing my breast against his expert mouth, begging for more. I almost wept when he bit on it and moved to its pair. He kissed his way down my body, pushing my legs as wide as they'd go.

I immediately fell into a series of spasms at the first graze of his tongue on my protruded cit. "Fuck," Chase cursed.

The sensation provided by his velvety tongue was gone before I could enjoy it, quickly replaced by his fingers sliding from my entrance to my c**t and back again. "Open your mouth, baby," Chase instructed, shoving his fingers between my parted lips, my musky scent and tangy taste filling my senses. "You taste good, yeah?" I hummed against his fingers, swirling my tongue around his digits.

"Tonight, you will beg me to stop, but I won't, Sofia." He pulled his fingers from my mouth. Gooseflesh coated my skin as he whispered in my ears. "Not until you get through your pretty little head that there's nobody else I want but you. These lips," he glided a solid yet delicate material against my lips. It must be the toy. I couldn't make out what it was; only part of it was touching my skin. "These tits," he circled my nipples, moving from one to the other, "gorgeous tits," he murmured, sliding the toy down my torso. My anticipation grew tenfolds when he parted my lips, the cool air sweeping my center. "This sweet psy. It's all I ever want, Sofia." He punctuated this statement by pressing something smooth against my clit. My body jolted from the bed as the toy began to move, making a meal out of my c**t.