"What did he say?"
"Nothing." I sealed my lips point-fully and Jace raised a brow as though to accept my challenge. I wasn't challenging him. I just wasn't going anywhere near the whole 'Mrs. Rush' comment. Nope. No way!
"Olivia." Jace warned.
"You can bully me all you want Mr. Rush. You aren't getting this out of me. Go harass your friend!" I turned on my heel and marched to the door. Jace's hands around my wasit halted me immediately.
"I never bully you."
"Bullshit." I barked.
"That language is unbecoming on you." He growled.
"I don't care." I said indignantly.
He huffed a sigh. "Please," he tightened his hold on me. "Will you drop the language?"
"No."
"Olivia." Jace growled dipping his head into the nook of my neck I felt his teeth on my skin. I stiffened and he bit me.
"Jeez," I cried.
He laughed. "Punishment."
"Oh shut up."
"Shall I throw you over my knee?" He asked pointedly. "I know how much you like that."
"Jace," I wiggled. "Put me down."
"No."
"I said fucking put me down!"
"I said stop swearing." With that, he flipped me over the back of the nearest chair. One moment, my ass was warm and covered by my dress and the next it was bared to Jace's punishing hand. He slapped my bottom hard and I gasped. Tears sprang to my eyes as frustration bloomed in my chest. I thrashed, but he quickly restrained my hands, locking my wrists in his fist behind my back. Another lash sounded on my behind and I moaned into the room. The heat of anger slowly but surely fell away to the heat of desire. I really didn't know how I could want him after this. It was wrong. I knew it was, but I did none-the-less. I wanted him.
"Are you going to swear again?" He asked as he swatted my ass.
I didn't answer and I received another sharp wallop. "Answer me."
"No." I bit out the word. "I won't swear."
"Good." He smoothed his hand over my bottom, caressing the burning skin. "You have such a nice ass."
"Thanks." I said dryly.
"It's mine." Jace said softly and I stiffened.
"What?"
"I'm going to take your ass." He informed bluntly and I felt my eyes widen. Holy shit! I wasn't ready for this.
"No, Jace." I moaned. "I'm not ready."
"I know." He walked away. "Stay like you are."
Oh, holy fuck! What in the world was he going to do? "Jace?"
I watched as he pulled open a drawer of his desk before walking back toward me with something in his hand. I frowned, feeling downright terrified. "It's a plug, Angel. Calm down."
"I can't." I whispered. "You're putting that up my…" I couldn't finish. I couldn't believe this was happening right now. Only a few minutes ago, I'd told this man I loved him. But obviously love was blind because I also trusted him and he had a small shiny metal object that he planned on shoving up my ass. What in the hell was I thinking?
"I'm going to place it up your ass, yes." I knew he was grinning. I could hear it in his tone and I wanted to kick him in the teeth. Here I was sweating in fear and he was grinning. The flipping tard!
"I can't do this."
He pulled my panties down to my knees. Jace's hand moved between my legs. His fingers stroked my core and he sighed. "You're so wet, Angel. You see, you want this."
"No." I shook my head. "I don't want this."
"Breathe," Jace stroked me. "It won't hurt of you're relaxed. I promise. I would never hurt you."
"Jace,"
"Do you trust me, Olivia?"
Fuck. And again, proof love is blind. "I trust you,"
"Relax." I closed my eyes and listened to his voice. I concentrated on the feel of his hands stroking me gently, working my body into the familiar frenzy that resulted from his touch. Suddenly, the warmth of his finger was replaced by a cool metal object. He rubbed it against my opening, penetrating me slowly before pulling it out. "I've wet the plug, Olivia. It's lubricated enough to go inside you without hurting. Concentrate of the feel and know that once you can handle this, you can handle me. Think of me taking you this way. I need to take you this way."
Oh, and when he put it like that…I wanted him to. "I'm ready, Jace."
"I know you are, Angel." He said huskily as he pushed the plug slowly inside me. He was right. It didn't hurt. When I was relaxed, it felt odd, slightly uncomfortable, but there was no pain. That was all I cared about. "You did well." He kissed my rear and I blushed. "You can stand." He said as he pulled my panties back into place.