Page 100 of Prey Tell
I hear Chase laugh as he turns me around, running a hand down my back to my zipper, slowly unzipping the dress.
“I’m used to it. Doesn’t bother me.” I step out of the shoes and dress, and I hear Chase lay the dress over the back of my desk chair. “On the bed.”
I crawl over to the middle of the bed, clad only in my thong and strapless bra. Reaching up, I unpin my hair, letting it fall down my back as I stare at the floor.
“I’m really fine. You don’t have to do this.” Looking up at him, I’m startled to see the way he’s staring at me incredulously.
“Parker, I take my role as your Dominant very seriously. That means ensuring your wellbeing at all times. I was rough with you earlier. Let me check you over. Please lay down on your stomach.”
I do as he says, my cheeks heating as he inspects my backside. He rubs a hand over where he spanked me earlier, and seemingly satisfied, he grabs my ankles and rolls me onto my back. Crawling into bed next to me, I see his eyes scan my body—my neck, specifically. He runs a finger behind my ear, the hint of a smile playing at his lips.
“You did well tonight,” he murmurs.
I preen at his praise. “Thanks.”
“Your professor will leave you alone now,” he says sternly, standing up.
“I know. You made it crystal clear.”
He places his hands in his pockets, and my eyes graze over his evident erection. “And what, exactly, did I make clear?” He quirks a brow.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. My eyes scan his body, and I suddenly feel hot and needy. “You’re really going?” I ask, hating the way I sound desperate.
Chase smiles. “I don’t have to. Not yet.” I squeeze my thighs together at his insinuation, and he doesn’t miss the motion. His eyes darken as he drops to his knees.
“What are you—”
He pulls my hips down to the edge of the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist as a finger trails along the seam of my white lace underwear. He slowly pulls them off, and I blush when I realize how wet they are—from his cum, from my arousal. He doesn’t say anything as he places both hands on my waist.
“One more taste for the night,” he murmurs before dipping his head and laving his tongue up my slit in one fell swoop. I arch off the bed, moaning as I hear him inhale. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how you taste, Juliet. It makes me feral. And our scents combined? It’s like my own personal blend of heroin. Addictive, sweet, and agonizingly intoxicating.” Another long lick and I’m whimpering. “You were such a good girl tonight. I think you deserve to come again, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Eyes open,” he demands, and my eyes fly open. “There you go. I want you to see what you do to me,” he growls, and I see one hand dip to his waist, the sound of his belt coming undone clinking through my bedroom.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, watching as his hand quickly moves below my line of sight. Knowing he’s finding his pleasure while his lips are on me—knowing that my taste undoes him like this… “Chase,” I beg. “I need more.”
“Tomorrow, love.”
I gasp at the pet name. He’s never called me anything but Juliet or Parker. His dipped head soon makes me forget my name, though, and thirty seconds later, I convulse against his face, riding his tongue as he sweeps it slowly—roughly—across my clit. I cry out his name, fisting his hair as I shake uncontrollably, bucking my hips up until it slowly dissipates. I hear Chase groan, and then he crouches over me as his load spills over my core in thick, hot jets. His face is slack, his eyes boring into mine as he finishes.
“Fuck,” he hisses, collapsing next to me on the bed.
“Thank you,” I tell him, covering my face.
I feel him pepper kisses along my jaw, my stomach, my inner thighs. A few seconds later, a warm washcloth is cleaning me up, and it feels incredible. I shiver as he runs it down to my feet, massaging them with the warm cloth.
I’m suddenly exhausted.
“Are you hungry?”
“No. Just tired,” I tell him.
“Want me to start a bath for you?” he asks, already walking to my ensuite bathroom.
I open and close my mouth when I hear the water running. Walking back out, I see that he’s already managed to buckle himself back into his pants.
I could get used to this.
