“What are you thinking about?”
“Imagining you with a woman and seeing her enjoy herself with you, knowing I can’t.”
“I know the feeling.” He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “Remember, the only woman I want is you. No one in the world is more desirable to me than you.”
Light from outside illuminated the car. His eyes grew dark and passionate again and heated her to the core of her being. She swallowed hard at the way he looked at her. He pulled her close, kissing her mouth and sprinkling kisses down her jawline to her neck. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as his lips against her neck sparked desire deep in her belly.
“Have I told you I’m a bit of a voyeur?” He kissed her neck softly and then moved up to her ear. “If I can’t have you yet,” he whispered, his hot breath sending tingles through her body, “I will enjoy you vicariously as the men fall at your feet and worship your body. Because I know someday soon, I’ll have you to myself and make you scream my name until you can’t scream anymore.”
Shivers ran up and down her body, and she gasped for air. His words were like fingers, plucking her nipples into hard pebbles.
She whimpered as he kissed her earlobe. “I want to see you enjoy yourself tonight, Sabrina. It will satisfy me more than any woman possibly could with her body.” He took her earlobe between his teeth and bit gently. She cried out softly and wrapped her arms around him.
“Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she squeaked as he moved back to her neck and sucked hard.
He pulled back and his eyes were as stormy as they had been earlier. She stared at him and imagined him taking her so completely she never wanted to come up for air. He kissed down to her clavicle and then stopped and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be with another woman until we’re together. I will only accept blow jobs. Is that better?”
She imagined a woman sitting on his lap and impaling herself on him, her eyes opened wide as he slammed her down hard onto himself over and over again. “I—” Sabrina swallowed hard. “I think I might enjoy watching you have sex.” She pressed her lips together and heat rushed through her body.
Chase cupped her chin. “Until you can remove the ‘I think’ I won’t do it.” He pulled her up to straddle his lap. He flexed his hips, and she gasped as she felt his hardness.
“Chase,” she whispered, pressing harder against him.
He slid his hands into her hair and pulled her forward to whisper in her ear again. “But I know I want to see you flushed and wanton tonight.” He kissed below her ear and she moaned softly. “Your nipples hard and wet from their mouths. Your legs spread, your fragrance filling the air.” He kissed her neck again, and she pressed harder against him. “Know that I will cherish every gasp, every moan, every orgasm you have.” His hands tightened in her hair and she gasped. “They are mine. You are mine.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his last words. “Yes,” she whispered. “I am yours.” She kissed him on the mouth and her mind spun. Her spirit reached out to his and their hearts melded together.
She pulled back, and they stared at each other.
“I love you, Sabrina.”
“I love you, Chase.” Her heart exploded with love for him. She gave him a brave smile.
“Shall we?” he asked as the door opened.
After she nodded, he moved her off his lap and exited the car. He reached down to help her out, and they walked into the Manor, hand in hand.
4
Chase’s heart still raced as he and Sabrina handed the awaiting slave girls their coats in the marble entryway of the Manor. His dick had thankfully calmed down in the cold air between the car and the entrance, enough to walk, anyway. Well, as long as he didn’t think too much about what happened in the car. He shouldn’t have kissed Sabrina like that. Touching her, kissing her, all things he’d avoided doing over the last month. He’d played with fire and gotten too close.
Richard extended his hand as Chase and Sabrina approached. His brows lifted and Chase suspected he could tell things had gotten heated in the car. “Hello, Chase,” Richard said, shaking Chase’s hand. He turned to Sabrina with a warm smile. “Hello, Sabrina.”
Sabrina’s cheeks were still flushed and her lips swollen as she smiled shyly at Richard. “Hi, R—” She pressed her lips together, eyes widening.
Chase’s brows drew together, wondering what had upset her until Richard leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Call me Richard until we’re in the Gathering Hall,” he said softly.
Chase’s blood cooled immediately. Richard was Sabrina’s Master. It would be undone the moment they were married, he reminded himself. If she still wanted to marry him after tonight.
Chase schooled his expression and accepted a kiss on the cheek from Kathy.
“You okay?” she asked, arching a brow.
He shrugged.
Kathy glanced over to where Richard and Sabrina were talking softly and gave him a sympathetic smile. “She loves you.”
“I know.”
“She still will tomorrow.”
Chase gave a small shrug, not knowing how to respond. Richard and Sabrina finished talking and Chase took her hand and led her into the small lounge near the front of the building.
About twenty people had arrived. Chase moved his hand to Sabrina’s smooth back as he guided her across the room to some acquaintances. Slaves mingled with the Brothers and guests, smiling and flirting as they always did, wearing their blue dresses and silver collars. A few had an intricate red design etched into their collars, marking them as Red Girls—those who liked to play rough.
The men wore business-casual dress, but the few wives in attendance wore slinky dresses, high-heels, and jewels. Emeralds, mostly. Green differentiated wives from slave girls—that and ten to twenty years.
Sabrina watched wide-eyed as one slave ran her hand up a man’s chest, and he leaned down to whisper something in her ear, making her giggle. Sabrina bit her lip and looked away.
Chase led Sabrina over to the window and greeted two men having an animated discussion. “Jim, Malcolm, I’d like to introduce Sabrina Mansfield. Sabrina, this is Jim Windom and Malcolm Camara. They own Zydatech, one of the companies I’m working with right now.”
Sabrina glanced up at Chase before offering the two men shy smiles. He could see the curiosity in his clients’ eyes.
Malcolm, a tall, athletically built black man about Chase’s age, gave a dramatic bow and kissed the back of Sabrina’s hand. His dark glance swept over her and ate up every delectable inch. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sabrina,” he murmured before straightening and glancing down at her cleavage again.
Jim, shorter than Malcolm, with close-cropped blond hair and brown eyes, raised his brows at Chase before giving Sabrina a friendly smile. “Very nice to meet you.”
Chase appreciated Jim’s subtle greeting.
Sabrina’s cheeks turned pink at their attentions and she stepped back into Chase’s embrace. He didn’t think she was scared, just shy. Chase’s chest expanded as he wrapped his arm around Sabrina’s shoulder.
Jim glanced at Sabrina’s necklace before clearing his throat and looking back at Chase. “Richard said we were having a couple of special guests tonight. Didn’t realize you were bringing one.”