"Be still, Angel." Jace said on a growl. "This is for me."
What? For him? How? Despite his words, Jace started picking up the pace. His thrusts became quick and painful, but oh so delicious. I felt my heavy breasts bounce with each push inside me. There was no other sound to claim the space apart from the meshed moans toppling off our lips, tattered breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. I felt my body tighten and my knees grow weak as a hot orgasm surged through me, begging - demanding for release.
"Not yet, Angel." Jace said through his teeth. "Wait for me."
How? "I can't, Jace."
"Fuck," He dove deep into me, his chest pressing against my back as his hand reached up to the hook that held my chained wrists. When he couldn't unhook me, he ground his hips into me, forcing me to ride up the wall. I cried out as I took him deep in his struggle to unhook me from the wall. Pain fired through me, but my orgasm fought it for dominance as Jace unhooked the chains. My wrists came down from their place high on the wall and Jace set my feet on the floor once again. I felt him twitching deep inside me, still hard and ready for the promise of an earthshattering orgasm.
"Bend forward." He commanded, his voice gruff. "On your knees, place your elbows on the floor."
The moment I started to move, Jace did too. He went with me to the floor, all the while sliding in and out, building my need for him higher and higher. His hands claimed my hips, controlling my movement as he pounded into me. His thrusts were relentless. My swollen clit was lavished the attention of his balls as he pounded into me, slapping against me in the perusal of our release.
"Fuck Angel, you feel so good." Jace grunted. His hand weaved in my hair, fisting it. He pulled back on the strands, forcing me to rise from my elbows on the ground. He dipped his head, pressing his mouth to my shoulder. I felt his lips caress my skin before he grazed me with his teeth. A small gasp fell from my lips when he bit down on me. His hand untangled from my hair in perusal of my sex. He quickly found my clit, stroking, pulling and pinching as he pounded into me. He sat back on his heels, bringing me with him, his hips rocking deliciously into mine. The hand on my hip moved to my breast where he adorned my pebbled nipples with deserved attention. His mouth trailed a fiery path to the skin beneath my ear. Every sexual pressure point he could find and lavish, he did.
My body quaked and my back arched. Pressure grew deep within my core as Jace grew thicker inside me. I felt him twitch and I knew it was time. He pinched my clitoris and nipple hard while kissing the tender skin below my ear. I didn't wait for permission. I couldn't have if I'd tried. I came. My release shattered around him as my body trembled in satisfaction.
"Shit Angle," Jace admonished. "You came."
I moaned in response as he pumped quicker inside me. His cock twitched and he moaned into my hair as he pushed me forward. I felt his hot cum pour into my body and I welcomed it. My eyes closed as I leaned my back against him, my head set in the crevice of his shoulder. I was exhausted. I was sated. I was filled.
We sat together for a few precious minutes and despite the fact that my legs were cramping, I could have stayed like this for the rest of eternity. Jace traced circles into the skin of my stomach and adorned my shoulder with tender kisses. It was perfect.
When he shifted to pull out of me, I moaned a protest and he chuckled. "I'd stay like this if I could, Angel."
"I can." I pouted. I couldn't. My legs would most certainly fall off, but I didn't tell him that.
"I'm sure." He joked. "You're younger then me."
I frowned. "I'm not that much younger then you, Jace."
He laughed and lifted my hips from him. When he stood, he brought me with him. He carried me to the bed where he sat me down. I flopped onto my back feeling thoroughly exhausted and satisfied. His hands went to work on the leather binding my ankles. When they were released, I rubbed them together. It was an act I doubted I would ever take for granted again.
"I should leave your wrists." He grinned as he crawled up the bed to straddle me. "I love the way you look bound."
I tried to keep the frown from pulling at my features. "Why?"
Humor fell from his face as he toyed with the chain. "I like knowing you're completely at my mercy."
I fought the shiver that wanted to claim me. "I'm always at your mercy, Jace." I said genuinely. "But, why do you want me that way?"
Shame lit his features. "I like knowing you're helpless, Olivia. It turns me on."
"But, am I really helpless?"
He cocked his head. "When you are bound, yes, you are helpless."