"This is the stance you will assume without my having to tell you. You will automatically assume I want you in this position." I wasn't watching him, but I could hear his footsteps on the floor. "Your legs are spread to offer me access. Your mouth is open because it is mine and I will fuck it when and how I desire." His words were mean and wrong sounding, but my body disobeyed my minds quick judgments. I was wet for him and aching with need. I was so wet and swollen for him…I hurt. I wanted his touch. I wanted him to reward me for my quick obedience by releasing my body of this pent-up need for him. But I had a feeling that wouldn't come for a while.
I continued looking at the floor as Jace moved to his side of the bed. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him. More than anything, I wanted to look behind me at him. I wanted to know what he was doing and why he was leaving me here on the floor…but I didn't. I remained where I was. Where he told me to stay. With my knees spread and my hands behind my back, I sat waiting for him. I felt as though I was a sitting duck and he was a wolf. My heart drummed a torrent of rapid beats and my hands that were still behind my back were moist with nervous sweat. What was he doing?
Just when I couldn't take it any longer and I was about to question him, I heard him move. His feet grazed against the floor with every step until he stopped behind me. My every sense was on overdrive. I could feel him standing behind me despite the fact that he never touched me. The energy between us was charged. It caressed my skin, my body, my soul.
"I'm going to blindfold you, Angel." He explained. I swallowed despite my dry throat and fought the urge to cough. Wow, I was nervous. "Close your eyes." I did as he commanded and not a moment later, I felt the smooth fabric of silk press against my face, blinding me of my surroundings.
With every flick of his wrist as he tied a knot into the silk at the back of my head, I shivered. Every hair follicle stood on end, erectly awaiting his touch. My blood rose to the surface of my skin, making me feel hypersensitive to touch…or maybe it was the fact that I couldn't see. I didn't know. I had never been in this position as to wonder why I felt so stimulated.
"Relax," Jace spoke gruffly and I nodded to let him know I would try. I didn't trust my voice. "Trust me, Angel."
I did. Oh, I did trust him. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here like this…vulnerable. I wouldn't be blindly awaiting his touch, panting for his lips on my skin. I wouldn't be like this if I didn't trust him.
"I'm going to touch you." He informed. I wondered if that was standard. Would he always inform me of his moves, or would they come as a surprise? Again, I didn't know.
My insecure thoughts were quickly banished as I felt Jace's fingertips trace the line of my shoulder, gently, ever-so-slowly, pushing my hair off to my left side. The strands tickled my heavy breasts and my nipples that were already impossibly hard, elongated with the desire to feel his warm tongue lapping at them. Heat enveloped my body in a rush as Jace knelt behind me. I felt his body encase mine, his knees spread around my frame. He was still wearing his pajama pants. I could feel the fabric and I hated it. The thought made me frown and I was suddenly thankful he was behind me and unable to see my sudden disappointment.
"Don't move, Angel." His voice was low in my ear. "If you move I'll be forced to tie you up."
Oh. My. Goodness. What in the world had I gotten myself into? Well, it was too little too late to turn back now. And did I want to?
My thoughts were chased away as Jace pressed a hot kiss to my shoulder, moving slowly upward toward my neck. His hands circled my waist, his palms splayed over my stomach possessively as I sat obediently for his taking. When his fingertips met, his left hand moved slowly upward while his right moved down in perfect sync; a dance of possession over my body. As his left hand skimmed the underside of my breast, his right index finger slipped into my folds.
"You're so wet. Do you know how this pleases me?"
"I believe I do." I whispered hoarsely as his hand moved further south. He located the bundle of nerves at my sex with ease, rolling my clit between his fingertips, massaging, stroking…pinching…until I felt as though I were about to lose my mind. Moans that should have embarrassed me…would have embarrassed me sounded into the space around us, but I was too far-gone in the bliss of Jace's touch to notice or care. When his fingers found a stoic, but equally tormenting rhythm, his left hand resumed its path upward. He paused to kneed my achingly full breasts, working my nipple between his talented fingers. In sync, both hands grew rough and I cried out in tortured ecstasy. I couldn't decide whether I wanted him to continue his assault or stop. It was so deliciously painful I felt my eyes sting with tears and my throat constrict, growing thick emotion. I wanted to beg him…but for what?