All Good Things Exposed(23)

I didn't answer and what happened next was the last thing I expected. A loud crack echoed in the space around us as his open palm met with the flesh of my rear. It stung.

"One for your language." Jace counted. What was he planning to count to? He slapped me again and I tried to wriggle out from his grasp. The effort was futile. "Two for your sarcasm." Oh, holy shit! The slap was sharp. It ignited a heat within my core that begged for release. It confused me. I didn't want to be turned on by this. I should be repulsed. He slapped me again. "Three for your failure to answer a question asked." Was he fucking serious? At least there shouldn't be another I thought a moment before his palm met with my flesh again. I winced and bit my tongue. What was that for? I'd only counted three misdemeanors on my part. "Four for good measure."

Oh the ass-wipe! I wriggled, trying to alleviate some of the pressure built up within me. I was so turned on it hurt. This was endless. It was torture. "Fuck you, Jace." I spat as I pulled violently on the wrist restraints. If I successfully got myself out of this, he'd better run for his damned life.

He hissed in a breath and smacked down on my ass. This one actually hurt. My butt was surely red and the skin was tingling. "Five for your language, Olivia. Don't test me."

I wanted to scream at him from the top of my lungs. I wanted to thrash and kick and scream and cry…but I didn't do any of those things. I was seething in silence and stillness as Jace rubbed my rear. He moved behind me once again and kissed my stinging skin. "See how nice I am when you're good?"

"Yes," I said stiffly.

"Olivia," Jace tisked at my tone. "You will only ever receive punishment when deserving."

Oh, go to hell. I clamped down on my tongue with my teeth to keep the biting words from flowing between my lips. Jeez, in all my life I had never gotten a licking like this! My ass actually hurt. And what was worse was that I felt like a fucking slave to him. My eyes burned with unshed tears of distorted confusion and arousal and I was happy he stood behind me. I was angry with myself more than I was angry with him. For reasons completely unknown to me, I was aroused. There was an aching heat in my core, a weight begging to be alleviated. My response to something so abhorrent made me feel dirty, ashamed and terribly confused.

I felt Jace's lips press against the small of my back. His hands were resting against my outer thighs and when he started trailing soft kisses up my spine, his hands followed in a slow scaling of my body before merging at the base of my stomach. I felt his back pressed against mine. His heavy hardness pressed against my ass and a rippling quiver claimed my stomach. I needed him. I was more certain that I needed Jace than I was certain I needed the sun to rise each morning. He was a drug to my senses, a stimulation of my nerves, a calming of my thoughts. He was my everything despite how utterly fucked-up he was.

"I'm going to take you now, Angel." He rolled his hips against my backside and a moan fell from my lips. "Do you want that?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Tell me you want me inside you." Jace commanded.

"I want you inside me, Jace." I pushed my backside against him and he hissed in a breath. His hand slipped between us, freeing his cock from the offending fabric of his pajama pants. His skin met mine and my stomach tightened with unbearable need for him. I wanted to clench my thighs together to will away the ache at my sex, but with the bar between my ankles, keeping my feet apart, it was impossible. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth and bit down hard.

Jace fisted the base of his cock, tracing the tip against my throbbing flesh. "You're so wet for me. I fucking love the way you feel."

"Please," I moaned as he pushed the tip inside an inch. "Please."

"All good things come to those who wait, Angel." His words were a promise whispered on a husky breath.

When I didn't think I could wait another moment for him to fill me without crying, Jace's hands spread wide over my stomach. The tip of his penis throbbed at my opening and he shifted my hips, making me more accessible to him. My skin tingled with awareness. My hair stood on end. My hands were moist as I clawed at the wall and my knees buckled. I was the epitome of sensation. Every part of my body screamed for him, needed him, and ached for him. And, as though he knew he was the only one with the power to quell the ache within me, he shifted and slammed into me.

I gasped a cry. He filled me to the hilt. I felt him in places I had never felt him before. Sheer ecstasy claimed every fiber of my being as he slowly pulled out before thrusting deep inside me again. He continued this merciless assault on my body and senses until I couldn't take any more. I wanted him hard and fast. I felt dizzy from my ragged breaths. My hands were numb and my senses geared into overdrive. I tried to push my hips into him, but he held me in place and I cried out in frustration.