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“No take-backs, Numbers.”
He jumps from the bed, his towel falling away. My eyes stay locked on his perfectly sculpted buttocks until he disappears into his walk-in closet.
Shit! What did I sign up for?
I’ve heard stories from some of the other MC women about how domineering these men can be in the bedroom. Atlas likes spanking Jo during rough sex. Opal told me Gauge is into collaring. I might be okay with some of that, but the simple truth is, I don’t know what Chase is into. And based on the big dick energy he’s giving off, I’m guessing Chase is into all kinds of hot kink.
For a vanilla woman, this is terrifying.
“I think we need to discuss boundaries, possibly some safe words, too,” I croak.
Chase chuckles darkly, returning to the bedroom with several bandanas in his hand. His dick is fully erect. It’s impressive how thick and ridged his appendage is. But it’s the several body piercings holding my attention, especially the large barbell punctured straight through the head of his penis.
Dick piercings aren’t something I’m familiar with pre-Chase. When we had sex the first time, I was shocked I could feel the ball of metal rubbing against my insides, stimulating all my nerve endings. It added a whole new level of pleasure I’d never experienced before. Reminiscing about how good it felt when he was thrusting away inside of me causes a spurt of wet warmth to pool between my thighs.
His cock bobs with anticipation, drooling with pre-come and ready to be put to great use.
The question is, where’s he going to put it?
“You need to get out of that pretty little head of yours.”
My eyes narrow in at the material in his hand. “What are those for?”
“To heighten your senses.”
That doesn’t sound good. It sounds like relinquishing control. As in me, Simone Holland, control freak, giving over my power to be in a vulnerable state.
As Chase draws closer to the bed, my heart rate increases. Problem is, I don’t know if it’s increasing because I fear doing something kinky or thrilled with finally having a partner who’s willing. Maybe it’s both.
He cocks his head, his warm brown eyes shining with amusement. “You’re not scared, are you, Numbers?”
Ugh! How dare he challenge me?!
Asshole has me pegged as a competitive woman. He’s not wrong. I thrive on challenges.
I shrug to hide my shivers, trying to pull it off as elusiveness. “Nah. Do your worst.”
What the hell, Simone? Is your ego so big, you have to play macho?
Chase raises an eyebrow, smirking. “My worst? Or my best?”
A whimper escapes me before I can choke it back. Chase’s eyes shine with mirth. He kneels on the bed, straddling me once more. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips before he orders, “Arms up.”
Hesitantly, I raise my arms. Chase takes the end of my nightshirt, dragging it over my head. He’s staring at me with a hunger in his wild eyes that makes my toes curl with anticipation. Slowly, he slides back, taking my night shorts with him.
“No panties?”
“Not when I sleep.”
Chase groans with deep, throaty approval. He picks up one bandana, motioning with his fingers for me to sit upright. Once I’m sitting, he goes to wrap the bandana around my head.
I jump back in alarm. “Don’t you dare gag me!”
“You think I want to muffle your needy mewls of pleasure? Please. I aim to make you squeal—loudly. It’s for your eyes, babe. Be a good girl and stay still.”
Be a good girl? Who the hell does he think he is?
“Nu-uh-uh. You promised I could have you tonight the way I want. I want you blind, unable to predict what I’m going to do next.”
