All Good Things(31)

I thought for certain Jace would touch me, but instead, he moved to the bedside table. He pulled open a drawer and dipped his hand into the cubby. When his hand reappeared, he had a remote in his grasp. He pointed to the window. My mouth dropped open as the glass started to change color. Slowly, the clear glass hazed, and then darkened, until there was no daylight breaking into the room. The glass had turned black. I had never seen anything like it before.

"Wow," I breathed. I was so very far out of my league.

Jace didn't reply as he dropped the remote back into the drawer. With only the glow of the fires emitting any light to fight the darkness, Jace looked suddenly dangerous. His blue eyes regarded me intently and my breath raced of its' own accord. I felt the need to fidget with my hands, but I couldn't move. He looked ready to pounce and I wanted to be readily prepared, as best as I possibly could, for when he decided to make his move.

"You don't need to be nervous, Olivia." He stated factually and I nodded tightly. His words did nothing to relieve my sudden uncertainty. When I didn't say anything, he continued. "Take off your clothes for me. I want to see you."

My mouth dropped. Heated blood rushed in violent waves to my every extremity as he stared at me, waiting for me to oblige his command. My body wanted to, so bad. But my mind told me we were treading dangerous ground. Should I give him control over my body as though he owned me? I had done everything possible to escape the unhealthy control my family had exercised over my life. I didn't know if I should submit to him simply because my body burned to do his bidding.

As though I was possessed, my fingers began tugging at the fabric of my shirt, pulling it from the waist of the pencil skirt. I pulled the fabric over my head, exposing the black lace of my bra. My cheeks burned as I watched Jace watch me move. His jaw was rigid and he stood still as a statue. Feeling empowered, I ran my hands slowly over my slightly too large breasts, and south, over the skin of my stomach. His eyes blazed and his lips tightened as he watched me. I moved my hands to the back of my skirt, tugging at the zipper, before sliding the material down my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt, wearing only my heels and underwear and completely unsure, what to do from here.

Jace's voice was gruff. "Continue."

I wet my lips as a blush burned my skin. My hands moved to the clasp of my bra and I unhooked the rings, letting it fall to the floor. I had never felt so powerlessly emboldened by my body before this moment. I felt so conflicted, and yet, the warm wetness that pooled between my legs had me aching for more. Desire, white-hot, flamed in the pit of my stomach. I needed to please him. I wanted to please him. My thumbs hooked the edges of my lacy panties and I slid them over my hips, kicking them from my feet. I was so wet and so hot. I was moments away from pleasuring myself. This was pure torture and I hadn't even had him touch me yet. His eyes on my body were enough to make me come. I moved to remove my heels, but his voice stopped me.

"Leave them on." He commanded and I straightened, my lips forming an 'o' as my face heated for the billionth time. Was he just going to stand there and stare at me all day? "Walk slowly to the chaise, and when you get there, place your elbows on the surface with your feet firmly on the floor."

Was he serious? I couldn't move. I just stood there, dumbfounded. Did people really do this? And, why the hell did my stomach ache to act on his words? What was wrong with me?

"Do not make me ask you again, Olivia. I do not like to be ignored and I will punish you." Jace growled low under his breath. My heart raced as I began walking slowly to the chaise that sat in the corner close to the fireplace. The sound of my heels on the marble was the only sound in the room aside from my ragged breathing.

I didn't look behind me to see if he was watching as I placed my elbows onto the black leather. My ass was angled up in the air, completely bared to him. I closed my eyes and waited for him as humiliation settled into the pit of my stomach. What was he doing? Admiring my ass?

Suddenly, there was contact. His hand was on my butt, caressing the skin. "You have a beautiful ass, Olivia." His voice was a low, tortured sounding growl. "I'm going to touch you. There is a gel on my finger. It will stimulate your clitoris."

I nodded, as a small moan escaped my lips at his words. I didn't say anything. I didn't trust my ability to speak coherently.

"Spread your legs for me, Olivia." Jace demanded.

I spread my legs immediately. I was eager for his touch. I would do anything, anything at all for relief. God, I just wanted relief...but, at the same time, I wanted this to last forever. How conflicting!