Recovery has been good. It's been a few weeks now and the only down side to it has been not being able to work. The scar on my face was healing nice but not getting booked for shoots was not. My doctor said the scar would fully disappear in a few months and I can't wait for that day. The pills they gave me for the pain weren't needed anymore and I was fully healed everywhere else. Chase and I have been taking it slow like we agreed. It's nice knowing I have someone who will wait for when I'm ready and won't end up leaving when they don't get what they want.
"Knock knock." Chase softy tapped on my door as he pushed it open. Holding a cup of coffee and a croissant,he set it down next to me where I sat on the floor in front of my mirror doing my make-up. "Are you coming with me today?" He asked as he perched on the edge of the bed behind me. I had avoided going to shoots with him. I didn't want people to see my face, I didn't want the sympathy. "I don't know." I shortly replied taking a sip of the drink he made me. "I think you should. Clare misses you." He smiled looking at me through the mirror. I was the one that booked Chase all of his jobs and I couldn't help but think I left today free since nothing was worth his time. "You have work today?" I shot him a look through the mirror, he nodded seeming sure he did. "What is it?" I pressed. "A shoot, its for a new line." He seemed so sure. Maybe I just forgot. "I do miss Clare." I stared down into the cup. "So come with me." He moved, sitting on the floor behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, lightly kissing my bare shoulder. The warmth of his lips sent sparks all down my spine as the stop hitting my core.
Chase and I agreed that because we would take it slow we would try not to get intimate, its been nearly impossible. Sure we've made out and there been the cheeky ass slap here and there but I do miss the feeling of his body over mine. I never thought I would. I didn't know I could crave him as much as I do. He continued kissing my shoulder and I shot him a look as he stared into my eyes thought the mirrored glass. "What are you trying to do?" I couldn't help but smile. I knew that look in his eyes. "You healed well. You don't hurt anymore." He smiled and spoke softly against my skin. His hot breath sending even more tingles to my heat. "What time is this shoot? I'll have to get ready." I tired to change the subject be he only held me tighter. "It can wait." He huskily said as he kissed more going up along my neck like before his tongue lapped against my sweet spot. I melted under his touch. I missed it more than I could imagine.
Chase took a step back moving away from me. This would happen a lot. He would withdraw from me and I know we said to each other that this was a thing we didn't want to rush I couldn't help but be hurt by his actions. "And that's it?" I said quietly turning looking at him. Chase's jaw tightened, he exhaled audibly before looking me straight in the eyes. "We said we wouldn't and I dont want to rush you" "Fuck that, can't you see I've been wanting you these past days." I spat. "I don't want to push you, you listen to me." "Fucking make me!" I shouted finally getting up and pushing his shoulder. Chase stepped back, his dark hair falling over his eyes again. "Make you?" He asked quietly, the tone of aggression still in his voice. My stomach twanged, a small bundle of nerves wrapping over and over made worse by the shadows which hid his eyes. "Make me." I breathed.
All of a sudden my back his the wall hard. It was bound to leave a bruise tomorrow. His hands pinned mine above my head before he bent down to hover his face centimetres from mine. He never did this. Chase was always taller than me but right now it was intimidating. He was never rough or hard or passionate. I couldn't help the small smirk that turned the corners of my mouth up a little. Chase's eyes glanced down at my lips. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." He clenched his jaw. "Seriously, Daisy? What are you trying to do to me?!" He hissed, pressing my wrists firmly into the wall behind me. Sighing, I glanced away from him. My stomach dropped and I pulled my wrists out of his grip, leaning against the wall. "I just want you to notice me, Just give me something. I didn't think it would be like this. I can't keep away from you. I miss you." "Do you think I havent been thinking about you? I've been trying to give you the space you wanted, I've been wanted to do something ever since the last time. Do you know how hard it is to love you?" "Take it out on me, why don't you? I don't just want you, Chase! I just sat to know who you are-" "And you think I'm not the same. Everyday I have to question wether your even into me like you say you are. I've seen you hurt so many people, I've seen you get hurt so many times and I don't want that to happen with us." "Prove it. Show me something to make me stay, Chase." Chase pushed off the wall, leaving my stomach to drop to the floor.
The silence descended and I bowed my head, tears almost brimming in my eyes. "Get on the bed." Chase's growl broke the silence. I glanced up at him but his back was turned rummaging through my draws. Biting my lip I sat breathing a sight of relief. When he turned around, the lamp was lit on my desk and a robe tie in his hands. He sat down on the bed across from me, silhouetted by the lamp. "Give my your hands." He held out one of his own. "What are you doing?" I asked, crossing my wrists and placing them both in his hands anyway. Chase wrapped the cloth around my wrists and pulled them together before knotting the fabric tightly. Chase gave his familiar smirk. "I want you to stay and I want you to listen to me. You're mine. Now lie back." He said firmly, this new kind of sexy aggression lacing his voice. My stomach jolted again, but still I leaned back against the pillows and let him pull my hands up to the rest above my head. Chase leaned over me, his stomach muscles flexing above my face while he bound my hands to the headboard. Chase crawled back down me, before settling lifting his back on his heels between my legs. His hand trailed down over my stomach. My hands would around the soft fabric of my ties, pulling lightly against them. "Chase's hand left my stomach and returned like the other to his lap. His head tilted, and a perplexed expression crossed his face.
"I don't like it when you say those things to me. I'm angry at you, Daisy. I love you but I'm so so angry with you." He said softly looking into his lap. I sighed, trying to sit up and then remembered it was impossible. "I want us to be good, I really do. I want to be with you and have it be perfect, Chase." My voice stared to rise. "In fact, I'm angry at you too. You ignore me everyday, if that's you trying to give me space it's a shitty way at doing it. Then, when I do something about it, you're the one that gets mad. Goddammit how is that fair." I wriggled around him, feeling out my new restraints. Chase sighed, still staring down at me. This was so new, so unexpected by either of us. "Chase." I whispered "Can you touch me?" "Yeah." He breathed and leant forwards, hovering over me before pressing his lips chastely against mine. They felt familiar, but nostalgic. He kissed me over and over with soft, feathery kisses which left my heart empty, like he was goodbye. "Chase." I muttered against his lips. He stopped moving against me and pulled back, his brows furrowed. "I need you to stop doing what you think is bed for me. Stop being so gentle with me and show me how angry you are."
Chase closed his eyes for a few seconds. The he opened them again, he bent down to me lips but this time opened his mouth on contact. His bare chest was pushed flush against my front, his hips exactly where mine were. He set my heart racing threefold. I went to hold him, but my hands were bound fast above me leaving me completely to his mercy. His lips moved hot and fast against mine, tongue flicking against mine in every racy kiss. I squirmed underneath him, the urgency in my chest making me gasp and sigh into his mouth. He had never kissed me like this before, and it made my legs feel weak and my head a little dizzy. Moaning loudly, I rippled my body up to meet his before his hands raked own my from from my cheek yo my hips. Chase pulled away, my bottom lip still between his teeth. He let go after a moment and ducked down to my neck attacking it harshly, biting and pulling the skin there into his mouth as my gasps met with the sound of his breath.
Chase's hands locked onto my waist, crushing my hips into the mattress. "Stay still." He murmured into my neck, grinding his hips into me roughly. Back arching, I groaned loudly feeling a little theatrical. This was exactly what I wanted, a kind of burning passion which was almost tangible in the air. His hands on me felt like they did in my dreams. Hard, rough and needing. Chase slipped his arms underneath my back ensuring I kept my chest rested to him. He hugged around my waist as his lips moved down my exposed chest until he reach behind unclasping the only thing that covered me from being fully seen. The heat between my legs grew hotter with every roll of his hips into mine. It wasn't his usual grinding- it was firm, definite and pounding- and it turned me on like crazy with small rolls of pressure hitting my core.
Chase's arms slipped out from around me, letting my back press against the mattress once more. he pushed himself up from my frame and stopped grinding his hips, hovering over me. I couldn't help but grin and pull against the restraints at the loss of contact. it was this delicious teasing which Chase was so good at, but he'd always give me what I wanted if I asked for it. Slowly he stroked down my face with his spare hand, swiping the stray strands of hair from my face. "What do you want, Daisy?" He whispered, running a hand over my left breast to my waist, feeling the exposed skin there. His eyes wondered down, but his expression was steady and unyielding.
My eyes flittered shut and the smile was audible in my voice. "I want you to fuck me until your not mad at me anymore. "I took him by surprise in the same way he was doing to me. His Adam's apple moved at he swallowed. "Anything before that?" "You could take my pants off." Chase's fingers ran down to my shorts as he sat back on his heels. His fingers untied the sting before rugged them down my legs to be kicked to to floor. Chase pushed my legs to the side and lay next to me, watching my chest rise and fall fast. I had to twist a little to see him over my arm as his spare hand trailed over the inside of my thigh before lightly brushing over my clit, oversee only but my thin panties. I inhaled sharply, catching his eye. He grinned wide, all traces of irritation gone. "Someone's horny." I nodded slowly, chewing my bottom lip and straining against the ties. I wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch myself roughly, or else to rid the living daylights out of him to show him how much I miss him, but for now I had to eat with exactly what he gave me. "Did I do this to you?" He raised an eyebrow to me as his fingers moved my panties to the side, flicking along my entrance and covering his tips with the wetness that had gathered between my legs.
My back arched of its own accord, toes curling. I moaned softly and nodded, desperate for something more than featherlight touches. Chase took his fingers, licking one while holding my gaze. He returned his hand to stroke a little harder over my clit, watching my face twist with the short ripple of pleasure his hand gave me. "I want you so much, Chase." I whispered, eyes squeezed shut. Smirking, he muttered, "I can feel it." His fingers hook around my panties as he shifted himself to the end of the bed, pulling them off cleanly before spreading my legs with a hand on either thigh. I could feel my heart beating fast in anticipation of him sliding himself into me, but instead he ducked down until his eyes were inline with my core. All of a sudden his hot tongue stroke over my clit, its rough texture lapping at my skin. "Oh my god." I breathed into the air, staring at the ceiling open-mouthed. Chase wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling my thighs over his shoulders and locking his hands over my hips.
He kissed my clit just like he had kissed my mouth, dancing over it with his tongue while pushing forcefully with his lips. My legs tightened around him, trying to pull him as close as possible. My moans were so loud as the field the room. Interrupted with shocked gasps from when he hit a sensitive part of my core. "Chase give me more." I managed to pant out, grinding lightly against his face. He pulled away, a rush of cold air hitting my centre as he untangled from my legs secured around him. Being tied to then ed stopped me from looking down at him, so the shock of his finger teasing against me made me let out a sharp burst of profanities. "I take it that's a yes?" Before I could collect myself to answer him, he pushed two fingers deep inside of me. I yelped at the shock of his intrusion. He buried them to the knuckled and stroked putting pressure as he pulled them out. A smirk fell on his lips as he felt my muscles clench around him. Know he could get me to explode, he flicked his tongue against my clit. I was overwhelmed, back arched, head burying into the pillow behind it. He continued to plow his fingers into me, smirking against my clit. The knot in my stomach curled faster than ever before. Every breath I took felt like it was ready to unravel. "Chase, Oh my god, Chase. You're going to make me come." I warned through my gasps. He pulled back, removing his fingers before he sucked them clean. "No I'm not." Frustrated I pulled at the restraints but it didn't set me free.
He moved up and came into sight. His lips still glistening with my wetness. I glanced up at him, whimpering as he was busy pulling his pants down. He smiled up at me as he moved between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance. Teasingly he rubbed his throbbing tip over my clit, "Beg for it." He tease, he was never like this and it only fuelled my want for him even more. "Fuck Chase, I want to come all over you so bad." My chest rose and fell with every panting word. His teasing became harder as he pressed against me with more pressure. "Louder." He growled. "I want you to take out all the stress you you feel on me." He stayed silent, head tilting back as he heard the words leave my lips. "Please, Chase? I need you to fuck me hard until you can't be mad at me anymore. I need you to forget about everything else except for you fucking me." the words left my mouth, I didn't think I was capable of saying such filthy things. "Fuck Chase, Please. I promise I'll do anything." I begged and he bucked his tip fas, stretching me open. "Good girl." He smiled as his face hovered over mine. His eyes piercing blue as he revelled in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my wetness. "How hard?" He breathed. I was taken back by his request but I loved it all at the same time. "Hard." I exhaled.
Jolting as he hit deep into me, picking up speed as his thrust turned rough. My lips parted letting out small pants and stifled wipers which pushed out of my lungs every time he slid himself inside of me.Chase's short grunts turned me on as he set a tempo, pounding me hard into the bed. He fucked me faster then he ever had before, his painted fingernails digging into my hips to keep me still. The bed creaked with every hit , my chest bouncing in rhythm. His hand trailed alton my thigh, hooking my knee around his waist and I followed abiding with the other. The bed banged on the wall with every drive, but it didn't matter. All there was, was me and him and the ties that kept me bound beneath him. The hot white bubble in my core was growing to unsustainable, sending waves of pleasure with every powerful buck of his hips against mine. His lips were red hot on mine, brushing against them as he stared into my face. "Chase, please let me come." I groaned against his lips, pulling against the ties and arching my back to get some friction over my clit. He ran a hand down my side, brushing over my nipple before cupping my ass she he had better control over me. "Fuck." He let out, pressing his head into the crook of my neck.
The pressure inside was too much and Chase didn't let up with he relentless pounding. Its grew until I fell silent, completely awe-struck by the shivers of red hot pleasure given by being fucked by him. Gasping for breath wherever I could until the pressure fell apart, first in my ore and then everywhere else. A loud shout exploded from my lips followed by a harsh slew of moans. I bucked against him, unable to control my shaking as I came around him. Chase fucked me still, driving his hardness from hilt to tip into my heat prolonging my orgasm for as long as possible. Before long, Chase bucked himself to the hilt and shot his warmth into me, catching my lips in his to quiet the room. He pulled himself out of me, rolling onto his side and reaching up to free my hands. He kissed my wrists softly before returning them to me. He held the loosely, rubbing them softly to release any friction. I entertained my finger with his as he lay in the bed, his eyes closed as he lay peacefully. I watched a smirk spread across his face. "What?" I batted at his chest, feeling his judgement. "I didn't know you could make those kind of sounds." He giggled. "I loved it." He added as he rolled his head looking at me.