Page 64 of After the Chase

The house is dark when I return, everyone has left, Chase had texted earlier to say he was getting an early night as he was tired. The house is so quiet when I enter, only the hum of electrical equipment makes a sound.

I remove all of my clothes and leave them at the bottom of the stairs before I head up, not wanting to stain anything with that ignorant fucker’s blood. When I get into our bedroom, Chase is asleep in our bed, his breathing slow and his body relaxed. Beautiful in the dim light, his hair, soft and golden, glows from the brown against white pillows, one arm thrown above his head, the sheet tangled around his waist. I just know he is naked under those sheets.

I stand in the doorway for a long moment, watching him. Counting the amount of breaths he takes from the rise and fall of his chest, I watch the vulnerable curve of his throat, the way his lips part slightly in sleep.

Without thinking too much, I go into our closet and I reach into my bag and pull out my black ski mask. I've been thinking about this for weeks, wondering how Chase would respond, and I don’t think he will let me down. He knows what I am and whatI’m capable of. But there's a difference between knowing and experiencing and crossing that line.

I pull the mask over my head, adjusting it until only my eyes and mouth are visible, and stalk over to the bed. Chase doesn't wake as I approach or even stir as I stand beside the bed, looking down at him. He has so much trust and is so vulnerable. My cock is already at half mast waiting to get inside of his body so I can release the excess energy I have right now.

I reach out and press my hand over his mouth and his eyes fly open immediately, his body going rigid with shock. For a split second, there's pure fear in his gaze and I know his first thought would be to call out to me in his head.

It takes a few seconds for him to gain full sight and recognize it’s me, his pupils dilate as he realizes what I'm doing. I lean down, my masked face inches from his. "Don't scream," I whisper. "Don't fight, just lie still and let me take what I need."

His breath comes fast against my palm. I can feel his heart racing, and the conflict in his eyes, the fear when he sees the blood splatter on my chest along with pure arousal warring for dominance.

"Nod if you understand," I say, and he nods.

I remove my hand slowly, watching his face. "Good boy."

"Are you hurt?" His voice is rough and uncertain.

"Quiet." I grip his jaw, forcing him to meet my eyes through the mask. "You don't get to speak unless I tell you to. You don't get to move unless I allow it. Tonight, you're not my husband, you’re my prisoner."

A shudder runs through him, his cock is already hardening beneath the sheet.

"Remove the bedsheet."

He obeys, his hands trembling slightly as he pushes the sheet away from his body, revealing his hot as fuck body, his cock dying to get in on the action.

"Beautiful," I murmur. "Every fucking inch of you."

I take hold of my dick and stroke it, and Chase follows the movement, licking his lips like he is watching his favorite treat.

"Get out of the bed and on your knees," I tell him. "Hands behind your back."

He moves into position on the floor at the side of the bed, and I step closer until my cock is level with his face. "Open your mouth."

He parts his lips, and I slap my cock against his mouth and cheek a few times, teasing him before I slide inside his pretty mouth, watching his eyes water as I push in further until his mouth is stuffed full of me.

"That's it," I growl. "Enjoy your favorite meal."

He gags slightly as I hit the back of his throat, but he doesn't pull away. Just looks up at me with those dark, desperate eyes, surrendering completely.

I fuck his mouth with controlled thrusts, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping his jaw. "You look so fucking perfect like this. On your knees, choking on my cock, tears running down your face."

He moans around me, the vibration sending pleasure straight up my spine.

"You love this, don't you?" I continue, my voice low and rough. "Love being used and knowing I could do anything to you right now and you'd let me."

Another moan follows and I can tell he is struggling to keep his hands where they are.

I pull out abruptly, and he gasps for air. "On the bed. On your back. Legs spread."

He scrambles to obey, and I follow him onto the mattress, settling between his thighs. His cock juts up, flushed and angry, but I ignore it. Instead, I grip his hips and flip him over.

"Ass up," I say.

He rises onto his knees, presenting himself to me. I run my hands over the curve of his ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.