All Good Things(71)

The door to the bathroom opened and Jace stood beneath the threshold. His eyes were dark and his jaw was set. His arms were folded over his chest and he leaned against the door-jam. He looked dangerous. My heart stuttered.

Scratch the thought of relaxation. With Jace standing there like that the possibility of relaxation, was simply impossible.

"What are you doing in here?" My words came out a mumbled mess that made the tips of my ears burn red.

Jace didn't say anything as he stepped into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him before turning to walk slowly across the floor. My heart rate soared and my skin tingled.

"What are you doing in here?" I repeated, forcing my tone to sound steely.

Jace's eyes flickered to mine. Through the glass of the shower and the dim lighting, I could see his eyes glitter. "You wanted me to come with you, Olivia."

"Oh, no, I didn't." I argued, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Don't be coy." My mouth dropped and he continued. "If you did not want me in here, you would have locked the door."

"I never lock the door." I defended myself.

Jace's hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. "I dislike it when you argue with me, Olivia."

"Get used to it." I snapped.

His eyes flared. "I will not get used to it." He shrugged from his shirt. "You will have to get used to submitting to me. That is what I need from my woman, Olivia."

"I will not submit to you for everything, Jace." I growled. "You had no right to-,"

He cut me off. His voice was loud and commanding. "You are mine, Olivia. You are mine to satisfy, mine to protect, mine to love, and by God, you are mine to punish."

My stomach clenched at his words. My core heated and my anger dissolved into lust. I hated myself for my weakness and I clawed at my anger, trying to hold it intact. "You need to leave, Jace."

"You don't want me to leave, Olivia. I can see the lust in your eyes. I can smell it surrounding you like a thick haze of fog." He stepped out of his pants and boxers. "And, I promise to take care of you, but first, I will dish out the punishment you deserve."

My knees weakened. Holy shit!

"What are you going to do?" All confidence was gone from my tone, leaving me sounding meek. I hated myself for it.

"I am going to fuck you, Olivia."

Where was the man who made love to me last night? Did he disappear so quickly to be replaced by this...sex God? And, did I have a complaint?

That was just it. The thought of being punished by Jace was anything but frightening. It was enticing. I wanted it. I wanted him to...in his words, fuck me hard. I couldn't deny it. He had changed me, for the better or worse, I would never know. I was his. He was right. To satisfy, to protect, to love and to punish, I was his.

I watched as Jace opened the shower door and stepped into the steam filled box. I had always thought this shower was too large, but now that I was sharing it, it was just perfect.

"Turn around." He commanded. "I want your back to face me."

What? My knees shook as I turned my back to him. He pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hardness press against the small of my back and my body tightened with need for him at the feel of his swollen cock.

"You need to understand you are mine, Olivia. You need to understand my expectations are to be met by you at all times. I do not like to argue with you and, I hope, after this, you understand just how much power I have over your body. Whether or not you derive pleasure is entirely my choice, do you understand?"

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I was in shock. I was in shock because I was so completely turned on when I should be very turned off. How could his words affect me when they were so...sexist and masochistic? What was wrong with me?

"Olivia?" Jace's tone was a bark in my mind. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." I said, weakly.

"Answer me when I speak to you." He growled. His breath was hot as the steam from the shower against the skin on my shoulder. He pressed his lips to the crevice of my neck, inhaling deeply. "I am going to fuck you now, Angel."

"Yes, Sir." That seemed to please him because the grip he had on my hip lessened. He rubbed his thumb in caressing circles over the bone before placing his other hand on my back between my shoulder blades. He pushed down, still holding onto my hip.

"Bend at the waist, Angel. I want your ass to be high in the air and your head as low as it will go." He ensured I obeyed by pushing harder on my back. I reached out for the lip of the tub, clutching at it to hold my balance as he ran his fingertips lightly over the length of my spine. "I'm going to take you like this, Angel. I'm not going to be nice about it. I want you now, and I want you rough."