Say yes

Chapter 9

Ok. So I am here, at his home. I can do this. I can do this. I kept repeating this over and over in my head, but it does not take away my nervousness. I sucked in a breath and let Chase lead into his house. I barely had time to take in my surroundings as he led me into the kitchen. Without a word he dropped my hand and went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water. I wanted to ask him what was he planning to do to me, but I did not. It was like he changed into a whole other person. He went from the sweet fun Chase to the almighty Dominate Chase.

 The way he moved around the car to open my door said that playtime was now over. Or it has just begun whichever way you look at it. I watched him as he moved around the kitchen island to where he left me standing. My knees began to shake from the predatory look in his eyes. He is going to devour me whole. I gripped the counter as he stepped closer to me. He eyed me up and down as if deciding on which part of me he was going to eat first. I had a pretty good idea where I would like for him to start. I bit my lip as I pictured his face between my thighs.

 "What is going on in the head of yours Puppet." It was not a question, more like bewilderment. I said nothing.

 He stepped closer to me making my breast press firmly against his chest. He placed his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp. He could do this all night and I would probably have a mind-blowing orgasm. I closed my eyes and let out the moan that I was trying so hard to hold in. His hands slowly moved down the back of my neck squeezing as he made his way around to my throat. He firmly gripped my throat, not enough to hurt or frighten me, but enough to let me know who I belong to. I have never had a man wrap his hand around my throat before.

 I should be scared. I should run for the hills, but I'm not. I am turned on beyond reason. Maybe it was because I haven't had sex in so long. I would be kidding myself if I believed that. It was because while his hand was around my throat, his lips were gently brushing across my lips, teasing me. His free hand reached behind me squeezed my ass so hard I am pretty sure I will have a bruise.

He bit my bottom lip, yet he never kissed me. Every time I tried to kiss him, he would grab a fistful of my hair and pull my head back. Each time he yanks my hair was more painful than the one before. It was becoming frustrating because he was pulling my hair, stopping me from kissing him made me that much more aroused. What do I have to do? Why won't he let me kiss him?

 "Please," I begged. "I just want to kiss you." I was breathless. He let go of my throat but tighten his grip on my hair. Why is this so fucking sexy? I cannot believe how horny I am from being manhandled. "Please,"

 "No," he whispered in my ear. "I never said you could kiss me did I?" What the hell.  

 "But," I tried to argue. Before I could finish my statement he spun me around so fast. I was bent over the kitchen island. It happened so damn fast. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" I tried to sound like I was upset that he just forced me to bend over the counter, but my voice betrayed me. I am a pervert. That is the only reason I can come up with that will justify my panties being wet.  

 He did not like that I was questioning what he was doing. The growl that rose from the bottom of his throat told me that I was in trouble. Oh, God. What am I getting myself into? My legs began to shake. My mouth was dry. I was wet everywhere. A part of me wanted to get into trouble just to see what he was going to do to me.

 "Please Sir," I asked. Begging. He hasn't done anything to me but I was begging.

 His body tensed as I turned to look back at him. He was enjoying this! His arrogant smirk was so sexy. His piercing gray eyes holding mine. I began to shake more. How can someone be nervous, scared, and ready to get poked all at the same time? I tried to turn away from him, but he held my head in place. He was enjoying the fact that I was nervous and frightened.