All Good Things Exposed(17)

"Yes. There needs to be a punishment we go to when you disobey me." Jace said factually.

"Well, I suppose we could try spanking?" It came out as a question rather than permission.

"Yes. We'll try." His eyes glimmered, although I didn't know with what. "Do you have a safe word?"

"Um," I shifted uncomfortably. "No. I've never needed one." I didn't know why I felt the need to point that out, but I did.

Jace glared at me. "Well, I suggest you choose one."

"Or, you could choose one." I snapped. "Surely you've done it before."

"Olivia." He warned. "Don't make me punish you before we've even begun."

I bristled. This was a lot to take in and my stress limit was almost maxed. I didn't know what to do. "Sorry." I looked down.

"A safe word, Olivia." Jace reminded. He crossed the room and slid a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "This is for you. When you say this word I'll know I've gone too far. I'll know I have to stop."

"Have any of your other submissives needed to use a safe word?"

"We're talking about you, Olivia."

I nodded. The only thing I could think of was the overhead sign reading exit in red over a door. Maybe it was my minds way of foretelling some unfortunate event I would have to escape from, I didn't know. I whispered the word. "Exit."

"Good word." He nodded. "Exit it is."

"What now?" I asked. My voice was shaky. Actually, all of me was shaky. I could barely stand straight my knees were so wobbly and my ankles felt weak. My stomach rolled as though it were infested with butterflies…no wait…ladybugs. And my throat was nearly closed. It was a horrible feeling, but through it all, there was curiosity. It surprised me, but I wanted to know the answer to my question. I wanted to know what was next.

Jace's finger looped through the belt of my satin housecoat before he tugged. The warmth of his hand bled through the thin fabric to tease the oversensitive skin of my stomach. With the knot undone and the tassels hanging to the sides, the housecoat bared my body to him. For a moment, he stood and stared at me. His blue eyes drank me in and he wet his bottom lip.

"You're beautiful."

I didn't speak. I didn't know if I was allowed. Right now, I was in submissive mode. I was focused entirely on him…on pleasing him. The thought was oddly…liberating.

My entire body was aware of Jace's every movement as he lifted his hands from his sides to where the fabric of the housecoat lay against my shoulders. His fingers slid beneath the satin before pushing it from my shoulders. It fell in a crumpled heap to the floor, but I didn't bother to look at it. I couldn't tear my eyes from his. I loved the way he looked at me. As though I captivated him completely. It was both devastatingly beautiful and dangerous.

His eyes swept over my body, taking me in from head to toe. His eyes moved slowly up from my feet, burning a path with his eyes over my skin. When his eyes took in the V between my legs, my knees felt weak, as though they might collapse at any moment. He looked at my stomach and goose bumps took over my skin, making me quiver…with need? When his eyes settled on my breasts I was shocked at my body's reaction. My breasts felt heavy, swollen. And, my nipples pebbled, aching to be touched. I wanted to feel the moist warmth of his tongue over their sensitive flesh. I wanted to feel his fingers stressing the skin, kneading it. The thought alone made my breaths shallow and my skin flush red.

Jace's eyes shimmered. "You respond so quickly to me, Angel." His voice was husky. It did things to me. Sweet things. "And I don't even have to touch you."

I fought a moan at his words. Instead, I stood quietly awaiting his instruction.

"Stand at the end of the bed and kneel." Jace instructed. My heart leapt, but I turned around and walked to the foot of the bed. I felt his eyes on my naked behind and flushed scarlet. It amazed me that I didn't even feel the pull to disobey him. My need to satisfy him existed on an instinctual level. I knelt down on my knees and looked up at him. The sight of his tented pants made me ache with a burning need in the pit of my stomach. I did that to him, I thought to myself. It was empowering despite the fact I shouldn't feel at all in control.

"Sit back on your heels and spread your knees for me." His voice was husky and I obliged without question. "Lock your hands behind your back and open your mouth." This command had the alarm bells sounding in my head, but none-the-less, I complied. "Look at the floor. Don't look at me unless instructed."

Again, I complied. I felt vulnerable. Never before in my entire life had I ever felt this way. My most private parts were exposed to him. To his touch. To his eyes. To his desires. My body and soul completely bared. And yet, the feeling of such vulnerable exposure was…exhilarating.