Page 19 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

My head shook slowly. “No…I think you know what’s coming. I think you know you’re going to like it. How do you know so much about BDSM?”

A drawn out sound tore from her mouth and I circled my hand around, letting the strands fall loose. Even as her eyes took in my action, her lips were pressed together tightly. I reared back, connecting with her thigh again. It was enough to have her mouth opening to breathe through the sting I’d created. When she didn’t start talking, I brought it back again, and again, putting fresh marks on her stomach and just below her breasts.

“Perhaps you want it harder.”

“No!” She sniffled, trying to shake off the hair sticking to her wet cheek. I walked forward, brushing it down, but I wasn’t able to stop myself from keeping the contact. Her face moved into my palm for only a moment before she snapped her head up straight. “I…I used to waitress at a club for extra money.”

I held steady as she tried to turn away. Red tinted her cheeks and I wondered what wicked memories were going through her head. What had she witnessed? What did she do? “A BDSM club?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like what you saw? Did you get dominated by anyone?” The last spilled out on its own and I silently cursed myself. It wasn’t my business, but I couldn’t help wanting to make it mine.

Tighter, my fingers gripped her face, until her gaze came back to me.

“I did not.”

“Like it, or get dominated?”

“Get dommed,” she said, fighting my grasp. “Whether I liked it or not is irrelevant.”

Wrong. It was important to me. Maybe because I wanted her, despite the uneasiness of her age. She was so fucking young and naïve in the ways of life. Regardless, my mind refused to care. I wanted her. I wanted Kit more than I wanted to breathe at the moment. And I wanted her in a way that seemed to come natural.

I eased the hold, tracing my fingers over to her lips. For seconds, I made a path back and forth over the plump service. Such pouty lips.

“You’re not going to keep doing this? Are you, Father?”

Slowly, my stare rose to hers. Father. Little girl. This was wrong. I was a priest, no matter if I was disassociating myself. But I didn’t feel like what we were doing was bad. If anything, I wanted to keep going. The idea was comforting. Just like our situation.

Chapter 7

Kit

My body wouldn’t stop trembling at Chase’s nearness. I was trying so hard to control myself, but the signals my brain emitted were the opposite of the reactions I was having.

Harder, his thigh pressed into my pussy, and I couldn’t get enough. He was a priest and I was dying to serve the conflicted man who couldn’t remember that. Fuck, I was going to hell if I didn’t stay strong. Even if he couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, I could. I had to make him stay true to his vows. Or at least try. If he kept this up, I wasn’t sure how I’d find the strength. Heat poured from the welts covering my skin and I had never felt so alive. How many times had I watch similar scenes at the club and yearned for what the subs were going through?

“Father, please.”

The words were almost nonexistent as he buried his face in my neck. Suction pulled against my skin and a cry left my lips. What started out as almost gentle turned harder by the second. God, I was going to be covered in his marks…and I loved the thought of that. Marked by the beast. Yes, he was surely that. What he was doing proved it.

Pressure held my hip and I tensed as he slid his fingers around to my ass, gripping tightly while he brought me impossibly closer.

“You have to stop. You—” The moan that followed sobered me immediately. I could feel myself getting lost in his touch. Hadn’t I just tried to convince myself to stay strong?

“Enough!”

Laughter tickled my skin and Chase broke the suction on my neck, pulling back. He stopped inches from my face, making my eyes drop on their own accord. “You like this. You like me. Admit it.”

“You’re a priest,” I rushed out. “Whether you remember or not.”

The smile was replaced with annoyance. “I see you’re not going to let me forget.”

“No.” The fight was gone with my admission. All I wanted was to be set free. To dress so I didn’t feel so vulnerable anymore. Each brush against my breasts was torture. They felt so full, so heavy, achy. “Just let me down, okay? I’ll answer whatever you want.”

The battle was clear as he took in one of my wrists. He didn’t want to stop, and fuck if I didn’t want him to either.

“I don’t need restraints to punish you. If you lie, you’ll place your hands on the wall like a good little girl and take what I want to give you.”

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