Page 13 of Playing with Forever (Players Club Sinners #1)

Andrea

I had to admit, there was a kind of childishness to my actions, like a toddler who made their parent catch them because they didn’t want to take a bath.

But there was a hot thrill in the pit of my stomach, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face as I heard Chase running after me.

I knew he would catch me. That was never a question. But I wanted him to work for it.

I had no idea what the layout of this condo was.

I turned a corner and was faced with multiple doors.

I passed a slightly open one that seemed to lead into a bathroom, then entered the second one and rushed inside, closing the door as quietly as I could after me, realizing this must be some kind of guest room.

I laid down on the floor on the side of the bed away from the door and tried hard to keep my breathing quiet. I definitely didn’t want my panting and gasping to give me away like in all those horror films.

Footsteps passed by the door, and I bit my lip to smother a grin, allowing myself to relax as everything went silent.

Less than a minute later, hands grabbed my ankles, pulling me away from the bed.

I shrieked in surprise, somehow managing to dislodge his hold and jump to my feet, only for Chase to grab me from behind, his strong arms banding around my waist. I automatically struggled and tried kicking at him.

The low, dark chuckle in my ear made me shiver as he held me effortlessly against his hard body.

I could feel the thick shape of his aroused cock against my ass and I tried not to arch against that tempting heat. I was supposed to make him work for it, dammit!

“The bathroom connects to this room and the hallway,” Chase breathed in my ear. “But nice try. You thought you were clever.”

“Smug asshole,” I muttered.

“Yeah, sometimes,” he replied, well, smugly.

I kept squirming, but I liked that I couldn’t get away.

His grip was like iron until he released me to turn me around, then hauled me up over his shoulder before I realized his intent.

Without any effort at all, he carried me out the door as I continued to fight him, pummeling his backside with my fists and trying to kick my feet.

“Settle down,” he said in a growly voice, then smacked my ass with the flat of his hand.

I sucked in a breath, even as I relished the slow burn spreading across my skin. “Make me.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he said as he carried me down the hall to another room.

I lifted my head to look around as we entered.

This one was done up in black and chrome like the rest of the house, but I instantly noticed the bed—the equivalent of a double sized mattress—had large black leather cuffs hanging from the posts.

It didn’t have the usual pillows and sheets, either, but was a thick leather pad—which I assumed made it easier to clean.

He flipped me onto the bed, making my head spin for a second as I gained my equilibrium then took in my surroundings.

There was other sex furniture in the room, and even a cozy looking love seat with a blanket draped over the back cushions.

A rack of paddles and crops and floggers hung on the wall, along with a large wardrobe with double doors, which I assumed held more toys.

I watched as he took off his t-shirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair, leaving him just in his jeans. My greedy gaze took in all his elaborate tattoos, the width of his shoulders, and those muscled abs I wanted to lick with my tongue.

Instead of crawling over to him and doing just that, I slid my hands over the leather of the bed—it was butter soft and very comfortable. “Is this the part where I beg for mercy?” I grinned at him.

“Oh, you’ll be begging all right.” Chase’s voice was so casual , his confidence so completely assured, that I couldn’t stop the rush of moisture that flooded my pussy.

Then, his expression grew serious. “As we continue with these lessons, I want you to do me one favor.”

I tipped my head and gave him a sassy look. “Depends on the favor.”

“Don’t stop being a brat unless you really, actually, want to submit.” His gaze held mine. “I want to earn your submission.”

I searched his gorgeous face and realized he was completely sincere in his request, which I found fascinating.

The idea of a man, this man in particular, feeling as though he needed to earn my acquiescence was humbling, and exhilarating.

He didn’t want me to make things easy on him, and that was something I could do.

“Okay,” I said with a nod as I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. “In that case—”

I jumped up to sprint out of the room again, but this time Chase was ready, reacting with quick reflexes that shocked me.

He managed to grab my hair, not by the ends but his hand gripping the strands close to my scalp, making me yelp in surprise.

He used that leverage to drag me back down onto the bed in a display of strength and agility that had me gasping.

“Now, I definitely like a little predator play,” he said, smirking down at me and holding me in place with that hand still in my hair. “But that’s not what I have in mind for you today. I want to introduce you to a few more of my toys and see how you do.”

“What makes you think I want to do whatever you have in mind?” I shot back.

This all felt so delightfully…not normal, exactly, but comfortable.

I didn’t have to worry that I was being a bad sub or not giving him what he wanted, because I was doing what I always did when I was with Chase.

I pressed his buttons. The only difference now was that he was allowing himself to react to my willful behavior.

And Chase, to my shock, seemed absolutely delighted every single time I said or did something defiant.

He really likes that I’m a brat, I thought, startled.

It made me feel powerful, even though I was the submissive person here.

Finally, he released my hair, but his presence at the side of the bed gave me little room to bolt again. “Does this dress come off easily?”

I nodded, shocked at how quickly he helped me to sit up, then pulled the dress up and over my head in one smooth move.

He stared at me, at the seductive lingerie I wore, the heat in the eyes searing my skin. “Holy fuck,” Chase breathed out.

I flushed all over. I’d never had a man look at me like that—like he wanted to absolutely devour me.

“You’re such a goddamn tease beneath that sweet, demure dress,” Chase murmured. “I fucking love it.”

Confidence surged through me out of nowhere and I jutted my chin out. “What makes you think you get to do anything other than look?”

Chase growled and moved onto the bed, straddling my hips and pinning me down with his weight.

I arched up, gasping and thrashing, trying to buck him off just for the sheer pleasure of testing his stamina.

He grabbed my hands, but I was no match for his grip and strength.

I couldn’t get away from him even if I really wanted to.

I squirmed, helpless, and whimpered as this whole power dynamic made my pussy throb.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” Chase murmured huskily, his gaze on the way my breasts were half spilling out of my lacy bra as he gently pulled my wrists up.

“I can’t wait to see you all trussed up on a proper St. Andrew’s Cross…

but for now, I want to see how much pain—or pleasure, depending on how good or bad you are—those breasts and pretty pussy can take. ”

My chest heaved in anticipation as he secured my wrists to each corner of the bedframe. The cuffs wrapped around my wrists almost like a soft grip themselves, keeping them firmly held in place. There was no way I could get out of them or even move my hands all that much.

Chase grinned down at me when he caught me testing the restraints, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere.”

He moved off me, then the bed, walking down to where my feet were.

He grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and I saw that the lower corners of the bed had cuffs as well, which he secured around my ankles.

They were adjustable for height, and he tightened them a bit so my legs were spread without being stretched to the point of discomfort.

I squirmed against the cuffs, testing them.

They didn’t budge and there was no way out.

“Such pretty lingerie,” he murmured, trailing his hand along the inside of my thigh then teasing my pussy with a light stroke of his fingers over my panties.

“I guess I’ll leave you in it, this time.

Instead of ripping it off you. Of course if you don’t behave, I might change my mind.

Now, why don’t we start with something basic. ”

“Fat chance,” I muttered defiantly.

The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. “I’m tempted to blindfold you again. Gag you, even, so I don’t have to listen to your smart mouth. But I want you aware so you can use your safeword if you need it.”

“I’m so scared,” I said sarcastically.

Chase merely arched a brow and selected a flogger from the rack on the wall, with a dark wooden handle, beautiful dark green leather strips, and black, wooden beads tied off on the ends. “I had this custom made,” he said, returning to me and lightly trailing those cool beads against my warm skin.

I shivered, feeling my nipples pucker against my lace bra.

Everything felt unexpectedly soft, and somehow, Chase dragging the strands along my thighs and stomach felt even more vulnerable than my ass.

Very slowly, he trailed them up and down my body like a soft, sensual caress.

I relaxed, sinking into the soothing sensation.

He flicked his wrist and the leather strips smacked my thigh. I gasped, clenching instinctively for the pain. Chase chuckled as the strands landed so much softer than I’d expected. It was a tease compared to the riding crop. He was teasing me, I realized.