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With my other hand, I use my index finger and follow the curve of his face, nose, and lips, needing to know how every part of his face feels, the ridges, bumps and smoothness. I can feel his pulse chugging like a train on his neck. It's bullshit for him to think I’m not aware of my effect on him.
Leaning in so my face is in his hair, I take a big inhale of his smell, making me hum in pleasure. It's like a drug that slowly dissolves into my blood, triggering all of the happy hormones in my body to dance together. I rub my nose down to his neck and over his ear, a low moan comes from him and I can feel the hardness of his dick against my leg.
“Did that fucker touch you?” I whisper into his ear. He tries to pull away, but I put my other hand on the back of his neck to stop him.
“What are you talking about?” he says, wariness now in his voice.
I smile.
“You know who. Don’t play dumb. Now, I’ll ask again. Did that fuckhead ex of yours touch you when he was in here?” I ask, tightening my grip on his chin and neck. Those watery eyes let a tear fall down his cheek, and I can’t resist. I lick up the salty goodness as Chase leans into the touch.
“H-how did you know he was here? How do you know my ex?” he asks, struggling to stop the panting that's rapidly building.
“I know him through his work. But that's not important, answer the fucking question,” I snarl at him, and even though a passing glint of fear moves over his face, he seems pretty calm, considering, unless I’m reading that wrong. I detest emotional people, but with Chase it lights a fire in me. I want to be the only one to cause him any feelings.
“No, he just shouted, told me it wasn’t over and left,” he says.
But Wade is wrong. It will be over. He just doesn’t know how permanently over it is for him. Looking at this innocent face, I lose all restraint. Those lips are begging to be devoured, and who am I to say no?
“You make me so fucking hard,” I say before swooping in and taking his mouth with mine.
His body hits the back of the desk, and I push him until he’s seated on the wide mahogany and spread his legs, moving between them. Holding his face in both my hands, I push my tongue in as far as I can down his throat. The moans and whimpers that come from him are so intoxicating. I’ve never been one for kissing, but with Chase, I want every part of him. Mind and body. I’ll claim his soul as mine. His hands grip my back as he tries to move his hips, grinding his dick on me like I’m his fuck toy.
After a few minutes, he’s limp in my arms, kissing me just as passionately but letting me have complete control over the pace. His neediness and reaction to me is everything I’ve ever wanted,pliable, submissive, and a total slut for me. Eventually, I pull away and watch as his eyes open. He looks drunk and dopey. I rub his lips with my finger, glossy from our joining saliva and slightly puffy from the intensity of the kiss.
“Noah, this was wrong,” he whispers, and that high on his face is replaced with panic. I get it. He could probably lose his job, but who gives a fuck. I can take care of him.
“Shut up, Chase. You want this, and I’m fucking taking it.” I lean into his face and rub my nose against his. “You’re mine now, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m so confused,” he says, voice full of emotion.
“Don’t be. I’ve got you, baby. You’re not alone anymore. Let me take the burden for you.” I try out the term of endearment that I once heard a guy use on his partner at a bar in LA. First I found it odd, but the way the girl swooned at the term made me store it away as information. After that, I noticed it was more popular than I’d have thought, with other couples. Using it on Chase feels right. The hint of softness in his eyes when I said it has it lodged in my brain. I want him soft for me.
“I’m so tired, Noah. I just want to be happy.”
“Then let yourself go. Stop thinking. Just feel. Does this make you happy? Me kissing you? Touching you?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re safe with me, Chase.”
“How do I know that, Noah?”
Another tear escapes his watery eyes and I watch it drop down his blotchy face.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.”
“What kind of person says that? You enjoy seeing me upset, Noah? And you expect me to think I’m safe with you?”
“Don’t be mad, baby. You look so innocent when you cry. I just like it, but I don’t like that that douchebag has upset you.”
Chase scoffs, not believing a word I say.
“Chase, you will always be safe with me. You may think I’m fucked up, but I’ve done nothing to make you doubt me have I?”
“No, but?—”
“Have I hurt you? Abandoned you? Made you feel like you’re worth nothing?”
