’If you know, then don’t ask.’
The house was ready, the food carried the aroma of love, while I waited for Chase to return.
My nerves were all over the place, as if this were our first night exploring the dark side.
It had been a while since we played Menace May I, and part of me feared what he had brewing in that dark mind of his.
I straightened my lace see-through bra strap and tugged at the matching thong-style panties. I flung my silk robe back as I shifted around, figuring out how I wanted to look when he walked through the door. “Coffee, get it together,” I coached myself.
The tingling that settled in me told me he was near.
Chase was about to walk through the door, and I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I got up from the couch and hurried over to the door.
I swept the silk robe back once more before placing my hand gently on my hip.
The front door gradually opened to reveal him, greeting me with a stare that told me he had been out causing chaos.
“What did you do?” I asked as I hurried over to him.
Chase took off the gloves, letting them fall to the floor, then removed the beanie from his head, where a small trail of blood was visible on the side of his forehead.
I cupped his face to make him look at me.
When his eyes met mine, he didn’t need to say anything because I understood.
Chase’s eyes were sinister, dark, and unapologetic. “I knew it,” I mumbled.
“If you know, then don’t ask.”
I smacked my lips. “Damn, you could have let the man see Christmas. Chase, baby, you—”
He placed his finger to my lips before kissing me. Peck to the lips. Another then Another.
“Not tonight, Coffee,” he muttered between kisses.
My eyes closed as each kiss he gave me made me melt inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing my lips to his ear. “I want to play Menace May I,” I purred in his ear.
Chase’s hand slid down my back as he gripped my ass. “I want to do more than play Menace May I,” he growled. “I want you to turn around,” he paused. “And slow walk your ass over there,” he instructed as he pointed toward the window.
I bit my bottom lip as I pulled away and looked up at him. The robe slipping off one shoulder started to fall as I gave my body a gentle shake. I moved slowly and sensually, doing exactly what he asked.
Slow, strut, slow, strut.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him coming out of his coat.
He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way toward me.
Chase was so damn sexy and smooth that, knowing what he'd just done, it should have been the talk of the night, but I knew it didn’t matter how much we discussed it; it wouldn’t change the fact that Fredrick Lucas was dead.
Once Chase reached the last button, he flung open his shirt, revealing a body of a God. “What’s the safe word?” he gritted.
Slow, strut, slow, strut.
I continued until I reached the table without saying a word.
“Nemo!” he called out.
I grabbed the mask from the table and slid it on before turning to face him. “Chase and Coffee,” I moaned.
I placed one leg in front of the other and pointed to the floor. “Before we play Menace May I. Nemo has a request.”
A smirk appeared on his face. “Oh, does she? I’ll tell you what Nemo can have whatever she wants, but only under one condition. When it’s my turn, the only way, and I mean the only way, you’ll get out of what I want to do is if Nemo begs for it.”
I grinned. “I don’t beg.”
He winked. “But that pussy will. I promise.”
I wanted to laugh, but his face showed he was serious. I wasn’t sure what had taken control of him from the moment he left this house until now, but I did know that Chase was no longer in the room, and that meant Nemo was about to be serving a platter of Christmas pussy all night long.