Darryl laughs. That holly jolly BS laugh. “Fair enough, Knight. You’re right. She’s your wife. I guess I can work on my patience.” Another stroke, rougher this time. “So long as you make the show worth my while.”
Chase doesn’t answer him. Instead, he looks at me, making sure that I’m okay.
I am. So far.
And then, so Chase knows exactly who the boss in this room is, Darryl says, “Take off her top.”
It’s not a suggestion. It’s not a request. The laughter from his voice has hardened into something that not even Chase can fight against.
It’s acommand.
Will that stop him from trying to shield me? Of course not. And, this time, I have the feeling that Darryl won’t let him get away with more backtalking.
With my free hand, I take Chase by the chin, angling his head down so that he has to look at me.
“Do it,” I whisper.
They’re just tits. They’re just tits, Chase. If it keeps Darryl from deciding to retaliate, I don’t care.
He hesitates.
I nod reassuringly at him.
Chase swallows roughly before reaching under Rory’s jacket. His trembling fingers find one of the ties. He undoes it. Hetravels up my back, searching for the other. A quick tug and it’s falling forward.
“All the way,” says Darryl. “Let me see what your antidote bought you.”
Chase can’t bring himself to do it. I jerk my hand, grabbing the material, ripping the bikini top off myself. The moment my tits are on display, the big bastard starts pumping his hand faster. He’s fully hard now, and I want nothing more than to go over there and stomp my boot in his lap.
I’d pay for it. Oh, yeah, I’d pay for it.
But, damn it, it would feel so good.
It’s Chase’s turn to brush his fingers along my jaw, turning me back to face him.
“Focus on me,” he murmurs. “Only on me.”
It would be a lot easier if Darryl wasn’t grunting behind us.
I nod, and Darryl calls out another order.
“Take him out, sweetheart. Let’s see it.” When I don’t move, he clicks his tongue in impatience. “His cock. I want to see your pretty hands wrapped around his meat.”
Can he be any more crude?
If Chase could undress me even when he didn’t want to, I can do this. A quick peek up at his face, a stoic nod, and I have his permission to do just that.
My fingers shake so bad, the handcuffs jangle. I pretend not to notice as I undo his jeans, pull down the zipper, and reach inside of his boxer briefs for his dick.
The second I lay my fingers along his heated flesh, he jerks. By the time I release him, it’s easy to see that he’s also erect.
“I’m sorry,” he bites out.
For what? For his body reacting to being this close to me? I’m basically in my underwear, the bikini is so revealing, and though he’s trying not to stare at my boobs, I don’t blame him forpeeking. For all I know, Darryl will call the whole thing off if he pretends not to notice they’re there for him to see and touch.
To make it fair, I switch his cock to my cuffed hand. Using my free one, I snag his wrist, lifting his hand, placing his palm on my tit.
An electric spark zips through me. Suddenly, I’m thrown back to the last time we were touching each other like this.