All Good Things Exposed(20)

"Stand." He said gruffly.

I obeyed. My legs were cramped from sitting so long on my knees and they ached as I stood. With the blindfold on, I felt my insecurities settle into the pit of my stomach. The persistent throb I'd experienced for Jace had dulled but was not gone. It was more of an irritation from going on too long unsatisfied. I didn't like it.

"What now?" I asked when I didn't hear him move toward or away from me.

"So impatient." His voice sounded right in front of me and I jumped. I hadn't known he was so close. I could feel his breath on my face now. I could taste him in the air. It calmed me. I knew it was an irrational response. But it was true none-the-less. Jace calmed me.

Without warning, Jace's hands were separating the folds of my most private, sensitive place. His finger massaged my opening and I gasped, pulling away fractionally. In response to my movement, his free hand palmed my ass, holding me in place.

"Don't move, Olivia."

I ground out a sound of utter frustration from between my lips and he chuckled. I wanted to wallop him on the head, but the desire was soon overridden by a more demanding need…for him.

"Spread your legs." His voice was coming from below me and I knew he was on his knees. What was he doing down there?

"Jace,"

"Don't make me ask you again." His voice was rough, but the stroking of his thumb against my swollen opening was gentle. It was like he was trying to sooth my wired nerves. But that wasn't going to work. I was uncomfortable with what I believed he was about to do to me. I didn't want him to taste me. Not before I'd had my morning shower.

"I'm not comfortable with this." I whispered my words awkwardly.

I heard him sigh and a gust of air whispered against my skin as he walked away from me. I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to remove the blindfold? Should I get myself dressed? Did he expect me to wait for him? What?

In the distance, over where I assumed the closet was I heard what sounded like metal on metal. The clinking of - chains? My entire body stiffened as I waited for what was coming. Was this where he whipped me? What was metal? I'd never loathed the idea of being blind more than I did in this moment. I felt as though I were being preyed upon. It was a terrifying feeling. Unnerving in the worst of ways.

The chains rattled in his grasp as he moved slowly closer to me. My heart was pounding so completely viciously in my chest, I could have sworn it would tear from my skin. Blood rushed through my body, filling every extremity apart from my head. It had to have ignored any contact with my brain because certainly, if my brain was receiving what it needed to think coherently, I would be fighting for my wellbeing. I wouldn't be waiting here like a sitting duck in the hunter's sights. I wouldn't be allowing myself to stand in such vulnerability. Surely I was smarter than this?

"Stretch your hands out in front of you." His voice was calm; eerily so. It worried me, but I complied regardless. The chains clinked and what felt like cool leather wrapped around one wrist. Jace tightened it before moving to the other wrist and doing the same thing. "These are restraints." He explained and I felt him move away from me, tugging on the chain as he went. Jace forced me to follow his lead blindly. For the first time, I was thankful for his immaculate room. It was highly unlikely that I would trip on something and fall on my face.

"Stop." I stopped walking immediately. Jace lifted my hands and the chain of the restraints slid against something high above my head. What the hell? "I've hooked you to the wall, Angel. You won't be able to release yourself no matter how hard you try. This is what you get when you don't listen, am I understood?"

I nodded weakly. "Yes."

There was rustling by my feet and I frowned. What was he doing down there? I didn't have time to ask. I felt the same leather that bound my wrists against my ankle. Was he tying my ankles together too? What was he going to do to me? I thought about crying 'exit' but I didn't want to use the safe word if I didn't really have to. And, right now, although I was feeling anything but safe, I held my tongue.

Jace pushed my legs apart and I felt leather against my other ankle. When he was done, I tried to close my legs, but found I couldn't. There was something between my ankles that was keeping my legs spread apart. With my hands tied high above my head, I was unable to snatch at my blindfold to reveal the contraption that bared me to him.

If I thought I was vulnerable before, I clearly hadn't known the meaning. Because, I was more vulnerable now than I ever imagined I could be. But I didn't struggle. I didn't want him to know I was afraid.

I trust him. I trust him. I trust him. I replayed the mantra in my head over and over again as minutes passed by without him touching me. My heart pounded in my chest violently as my mind overcompensated with every terrifying thought of the extensive possibilities of how Jace could inflict pleasurable pain.