All Good Things Exposed(22)

"Jace," I protested at the first stroke of his hot tongue against my clit. "Please."

"Are you going to say the word, Angel?" He asked as he blew cool air over my hot core, pulling a shiver from deep inside. I shook my head on a sob. And he laughed. "Then stop protesting and enjoy." I let my head fall back against the wall before trying to burry my face in my raised arm. "I love seeing your face pink with humiliation, but you don't need to be embarrassed of this, Angel. You're a delicacy."

Jace didn't say anything else as he moved a finger slowly inside my aching core. He found a rhythm with his finger as his mouth worked my clit. His tongue rolled around the bulb of nerves before he grazed his teeth against my sensitive flesh. A shiver rocked through my body as my second orgasm climbed. Every nerve in my body throbbed alive with desire. My toes curled as pressure grew within me. My stomach muscles tightened and my body bowed. I threw my head from one side to the other and clenched my eyes shut tightly.

"Come, Angel." Jace said against my clit. "I want to taste your satisfaction."

And I came completely undone at his words.





Chapter 6

Jace licked every drop of proof of my pleasure from my body before he kissed his way up from his knelt position on the floor. My knees were weak and shaky as I stood. If it didn't hurt my wrists so bad, I might have allowed my knees to collapse. But being bound and hanging from the wall, I had to keep my knees locked, because once they gave out, all hope was surely lost.

"You're so beautiful when you're sated by orgasm." Jace spoke the words against my jaw. His hand moved into my hair at the back of my head and I felt him tugging the knot in the blindfold. When it was undone, he pulled it from my face and looked into my eyes. I knew they were sleepy. My lids were heavy. At the sight, Jace smiled. His blue eyes searched mine. "Was it as bad as you thought?"

"No," I admitted honestly. There had been moments when I wondered…what in the fuck was I doing? But then he satiated them. And I was back at square one. Always wanting him.

"Good." He grinned devilishly. His eyes sparkled with mischief and mine narrowed in response. "Because we're not done yet."

"We're not?" I squeaked shrilly. I felt my eyes widen and despite my exhaustion, desire pooled in my belly. Hadn't I had enough? Jeez, and I thought he was insatiable.

"No, Angel, we're not done."

"Oh," My voice sounded deceivingly husky. I realized to my horror, I wanted to know what else he had planned. "Then why did you take off the blindfold?" I asked.

His eyes glimmered. "I want you see your eyes when I fuck you, Angel."

The pit of my stomach filled with butterflies at his words and I frowned. We were back to fucking, I see. I decided two could play this game. "Then fuck me, Jace."

A wrinkle formed in his brow at my words and his hands instantly grasped my hips. His touch was rough, and I gasped. "On second thought, I think I'll fuck you from behind."

I wanted to tell him good luck. I was strapped to the wall but I didn't have time. Without warning, he lifted me by the waist, twisting the chain linking my hands around the hook in the wall to force me to face the wall rather then him. I wanted to scream at him, but excitement won over me as he stroked my hips. His hand moved over the curve of my butt and between my legs to pet the skin of my inner thigh. My stomach flipped and tightened as though I was on a roller coaster. His touch was sensual, but I knew there was nothing nice about it. He was trying to punish me. For my use of vile language or the sarcastic bite of my tone…I didn't know.

Jace moved to my side, his hand still stroking my ass before dipping lower, teasing my opening and then moving back up over my butt. I could see his cocky grin from the corner of my eyes as I chewed on my lower lip, determined not to look at him. His other hand moved to my lower abdomen and he pushed, forcing me to pucker my ass in the air for easier stroking access.

"You were being smart with me, Olivia." Jace stated factually. His tone was worrisome and my heart leapt. I didn't bother to give him any satisfaction of reply. Instead, I looked to the other side of the room. He spoke again. His breath was hot on the skin of my shoulder. I shivered in response and cursed my body's quick reaction to him. "Do you think you deserve punishment?"

Again, I ignored him. I could see the black fabric of his pants on the floor by my feet and I glowered. I hated how he was still wearing his pajama pants. I could see he wanted me, by the tented fabric, but he wasn't taking me. Why?

"Do you think you deserve to be punished, Olivia?" Jace repeated tensely. Was he serious? Did he think I would entertain the ridiculous question with an answer?