"You are so beautiful, Angel." Jace whispered. His words caressed me and I felt my panicked breathing calm significantly. "You're mine."
I didn't say anything in response. I was unaware he was waiting for a reply.
"Aren't you, Olivia?"
"Sorry?" I whispered.
"You're mine."
"Yes."
"Yes what?" His breath on my face was warm and his fingertip trailed circles over the ticklish skin of my stomach.
"I'm yours." At my words, he sighed. It was a pleasant sound.
His hand moved lower and my body warmed with sudden need. I knew I was wet for him still. I could feel it. As soon as he slid his fingers through the slick folds of my opening, he sighed. "I love the way you feel."
In response, I whimpered. I couldn't trust myself to utter a coherent response when his fingers moved over me like this. He teased my clit with the pad of his thumb as a finger sat at my opening. I wanted to push into him, but I refrained at memory of my last punishment. I didn't want to earn another pinch.
"Do you want me inside you?" He asked against my lips.
Finally! Oh God…the golden question. "Yes," the single word was worth a thousand pleas.
"Tell me, Angle."
"I want you inside me, Jace." My skin felt hot. My blood was sizzling under his touch and my rapid breathing was making me feel light-headed. My hands were numb, but I could barely concentrate on them as his finger circled my opening.
Without warning, his finger slammed inside me. Pain shattered through me and I cried out loudly into the room. Unlike many times before, Jace didn't cover my mouth with his. He reveled in my cry for him, because of him. He didn't wait for me to grow accustomed to his intrusion before adding another finger to the first. His thumb continued a decadent rhythm against my clitoris as he pounded inside me. I felt cool air blow against my nipples before his tongue lapped out. He moved from one breast to the other, careful not to lavish unequal attention. My nipples were hard in response to his teasing tongue and I longed to caress their swollen flesh with gentle hands. My hands. But I couldn't. I pulled on my wrists as Jace continued working me with his hands and mouth. He licked my left nipple before blowing cool air on it, pebbling the sensitive skin around it. His hands stopped their delicious assault and all movement paused. In the space around us, I could only hear my own rampant breaths interrupting the silence. I felt weak and yet so very stimulated. He pulled his fingers out of me before slamming back inside. At the same time, he bit my pebbled nipple hard. In the wake of pain there was a sheer path of ecstasy. My body bowed as a hot orgasm tore through my body, shaking me to my very core.
"Come for me, Angel." Jace begged against my breast where he suckled the raw nipple of his assault. And I did. I shattered around his fingers still inside me. He stroked me gently, milking me of every last drop I had to give. "Good girl."
I felt weak. I was completely spent. My body had never before been under such simulation for so long. The release he gave me sent me over the edge. I wanted sleep. I wanted to crumple onto the bed and fall into a blissful memory of this moment where I found complete and utter pleasure in the fucked-up-ness that was Jace.
"Open your mouth for me." His words were nothing short of a command. I complied. He placed his wet finger in my mouth over my tongue. "Suck your juices from my finger, Olivia. See how you taste and know you're fucking decadent."
My stomach tightened as I did as he said. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. As a matter of fact, it was somewhat sweet. "You see why I want my mouth on you now?" he asked.
Seriously, that's what this was about? He wanted to prove to me that I tasted good because I had fought his desire to give me oral sex? Seriously! It was morning and I hadn't showered! Jeez! Why was he always so fucking infuriating?
"Answer me, Angel."
"Yes, Jace." I spat the words. "I understand."
He pressed his lips to mine, biting hard on my lower lip, pulling a squeal of shock from deep in my throat. "Don't be lippy, Olivia. It doesn't suit you." He lined my lips with his tongue and I thought for a moment about biting it, but realized that would do me no good. I was the one who was tied up and blindfolded against the wall. I was utterly helpless against his wrath. I decided I wouldn't provoke him until I could at least run away.
"Now you've tasted how delicious you are, it's only fair that I get a taste, don't you think?"
What? Oh, no. I still wasn't comfortable with this. Jeez! "Jace, no."
"Are you going to stop me, Angle?" He kissed my chin, behind my ear, neck, chest, between my breasts, each pebbled nipple before licking a fiery path down and around my navel before kissing the V of my thighs. If I could have, I would have closed my legs against his half unwanted ambush. I wished I weren't so self-conscious. I didn't want to be plagued with worry while he worked another orgasm from me with his mouth.