Free Chase by Flora Dain Page B

seep through me like liquid happiness. When he pulls away I could walk on clouds.
    He inspects my face carefully, drinking in my expression, touching my skin with soft fingertips. ‘OK now? That glow in your cheeks a hint the endorphins are kicking in?’
    I scowl. ‘That superior air a hint that the science lecture is anywhere near over and I finally get to fuck? Or shall I just sit here and lust?’
    His pleased grin sends a tremor all through me. ‘Your wish is my command, princess. My treat.’
    He sets me on my feet and leads me across the room to a steel door. As he presses a code into a keypad on the wall I shiver.
    ‘Are we going somewhere? What about our clothes?’
    He’s watching me with the lazy smile of a cat with cream. ‘Where we’re going we won’t need any.’
    The door slides open to reveal a small elevator. In seconds we’re on our way upward. When the door opens again he ushers me into a vast apartment, with low lighting, bowls of flowers and music playing somewhere.
    Still jumpy, I glare at him in alarm. ‘What’s this? Not … not
Freda’s
place?’ The thought turns my stomach. I guess I’m more upset than I thought. I’m not used to this whipping thing.
    He folds his arms around me and now his face is stern. ‘Hey, easy. I told you, this is my place. And this is my apartment. We’re staying here tonight. I’ll have our clothes brought up later. And if you mention Freda’s name just once more we’re going downstairs and starting all over again. She never comes in here. Got that?’
    ‘Then why –’ I never finish my question because all at once he fastens his mouth on mine and sweeps me up in his arms and carries me a little way.
    When he finally drops me onto some soft, silky quilt-covered surface he’s already answered it. With urgent jabs of his knee he pushes my legs apart, not that he needs to – I’m spread wide for him the minute I collapse underneath his powerful, prowling body as he curves over my softness, limp now in his arms.
    With his mouth still fastened on mine and his hands busy elsewhere I wind my fingers up into his hair and shiver at the blessed rip of foil somewhere down near our hips and all at once he’s surging up inside me, his shaft hotter, harder and bigger than I’ve ever felt it before. He starts to thrust, again and again, leaning on his elbows to pin my hands high over my head with one hand while he caresses my face with the other. At last he releases my hands and my mouth and rests his hands, looking down at me, and I close my eyes to give myself up to his urgent, pounding body.
    He tugs painfully at my braided hair, jerking me to attention. ‘Open your eyes. I want to watch. I need to know, Ella. I need to see for myself how this feels.’
    I can barely speak under this blissful invasion, but I have to know. ‘Why? You want to torment me? Expose me?’
    His eyes glimmer with something warm, part concern, part laughter. ‘I’m your Dom. That’s what we do. That’s how I keep you safe and make it better next time.’
    My climax is building now, thudding closer with every thrust of his hips. It’s been building so long I wonder how high it will take me.
Almost there
…
I sigh as I give in to its speed and its force, letting it carry me upwards, knowing I’m powerless in its grip. ‘It can’t get any better than this.’
    The last thing I hear before completion engulfs me is his soft laugh, and then the roar in my ears as pleasure explodes through me and carries me away on a sea of release.
    I wake up late in the morning. Startled, I sit up in a strange bed in a strange room and hear strange noises outside in the street, in some strange part of town.
    ‘Hey. Sleep well?’
    I look round. Across the room Darnley’s in an easy chair, one ankle across his knee, a cup of coffee at his elbow. He’s working at an open laptop. With a lithe, graceful move he deposits the laptop on the floor, rises to his feet and sits next to me. With warm,