Only Pleasure(10)

Chase stayed still inside her, stretching her, ignoring the tight little movements she made, the need to have him thrusting inside her.

She was trying to breathe. Pleasure and fear and the unknown tore through her.

Behind her, Khalid stroked her with his fingers again, down the cleft, eased against the opening.

She gasped, relaxed involuntarily.

"Ah, so sweet. She knows there is only pleasure here," Khalid crooned.

"Would I hurt you, Kia?" Chase asked again, his lips at her ear as she sobbed with the pleasure now. "Would I ever hurt you?"

She shook her head, eased farther, felt herself relaxing, felt the broad, thick head of Khalid's cock beginning to ease inside her.

And it wasn't pain. It wasn't pleasure. It was an agonizing sense of rapturous ecstasy that began to blaze through her, inside her.

Chase remained still. Hard hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, Chase buried his cock inside her to the hilt as Khalid began to work his cock inside her rear.

"Chase," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"I have you," he whispered at her ear. "I've always had you, Kia. Remember, baby? I take care of you."

He took care of her. She could trust him. She let the pleasure surround her, let it fill her, felt her muscles ease as Khalid slipped deep inside her.

"That's it, sweetheart." He kissed her neck, licked at it. "Just let us pleasure you. Every part of you touched, stroked."

His hand touched her face, pressing her upward as her back arched and Khalid slid inside her rear fully.

Her head jerked up with a cry. A strangled scream as she began shuddering. Her eyes flared wide as she stared down at Chase. She could barely see him. A haze of white-hot pleasure filled her vision and tore through her body.

"Fuck. She's coming, Khalid."

"Ah, yes." Khalid sounded as though he were forcing the words past his lips. "So tight. So tight."

They were moving. Sliding back and forth, retreat and invade until she felt it building inside her again, racing up her spine and blazing through her mind. Sparks ignited in front of her eyes, and she fought to buck between them, driving herself harder onto each penetration, feeling them fill her. Over and again, and crying out Chase's name as she felt herself dissolving between them.

Their strokes inside her were harder, deeper. Male groans, curses, and finally, throttled groans filled her ears as she felt their cocks throb, ripple with their release.

Kia was boneless between them now. Pleasure still suffused her, a brilliant haze of satiation wiping her mind of any cares, at least for the moment.

Chase's arms surrounded her. She was still trembling in reaction.

Still felt them inside her, hot, possessing her, the primal intensity of the act not lost on her.

She wasn't going to regret it. If it never happened again, then this alone she would have to remember. The night Chase Falladay made two years of hell worth it.

The night he had given her only pleasure.





Chapter 3





It was three in the morning and the snow was piling high before the limo pulled to a stop at the covered entrance to her apartment building.

The chauffeur opened the door smoothly and Chase stepped out before he turned to lift Kia from the vehicle. She gripped his shoulders as his hands spanned her waist, lifted her, then set her on the damp sidewalk beneath the marquee.

Snow fell around them in thick, fat, lazy flakes. The wind had picked up a bit, blowing around her as she stared up at him, wrapped warmly with his overcoat over her dress. Khalid wouldn't let her leave the limo without it.

"I'll take you up to your apartment." His arm went around her back as they moved to the doors.

"Good morning, Ms. Rutherford." The doorman nodded politely as he opened the heavy glass doors to allow them in and nodded to Chase.

"Good morning, Kenny." She smiled.

It was close enough to morning. Like a fantasy, dawn was coming and when its fragile light began to spill over the city, this night would be nothing but a dream.

Chase escorted her through the wide lobby to the bank of elevators at the far side. Her apartment, more a penthouse suite, was on the twenty-fifth floor, dark and cold, and lonely.

Chase kept his arm around her, kept her close to his side as the elevator made its way too quickly to her floor and the doors slid open smoothly. Kia opened the tiny purse she carried, extracted the key, and found herself handing it to him.

There was such arrogance in the way he had held out his hand for the key—command and dominance. Chase was a man used to doing certain things, to controlling too much around him.

Kia pressed the security code by the door, and when he opened it, the lights were already on low throughout the apartment. She hated walking into the dark.